Chapter 971: There are pits in the wedding (8)

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when the car arrived.
In the deep winter, it's dark at this time--
Shui Anluo opened the door, but did not leave the car.
The cold wind blew in, and it hurt.
"Uncle Chu, there are pits in the marriage. This jump is thorns. Xanadu and everything are said to be heard." Shui Anluo said, as if he had made up his mind, and slowly stretched his legs Out.
Uncle Chu froze and didn't understand.
He has been married for so many years and has not found any pits in his marriage.
No thorns, let alone a paradise.
Shui Anluo's feet fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but take a breath.
It really hurts!
There are pits in her wedding. She needs to be cautious when jumping. Can she climb up now?
Shui Anluo looked up at Houshan. Why didn't she know that the mountain was so high?
Climbing the pit is impossible, she still climbs the mountain.
Uncle Chu watched Shui Anluo going up the mountain and hurriedly said, "Mrs. Young, your feet."
Shui Anluo looked back at Uncle Chu, and she could see clearly under the street light.
"Uncle Chu, sometimes it hurts to make people feel distressed." Shui Anluo said, turning back and cursing in a low voice, and continued up the mountain.
She's nothing special.
Uncle Chu is in his place.
What else do young ladies say?
How could he not understand?
She felt that the furthest distance in the world was not life and death, but this mountain road covered with thorns.
This is her marriage with Chu Cuiyi.
The soles of her feet were hot and painful. She took a few steps to take a rest. When she really reached the top of the mountain, the moon was already high in the sky.
Shui Anluo caressed the roadside tree and looked up at the moonlight.
She knew that past was a past that they did not want to be mentioned.
But no matter how bad the past is, it is called the past.
Since she lives now, it's up to her to cry and face or smile.
But the pain on my feet couldn't bear it anymore, and Shui Anluo sat down directly on the ground.
Shui Anluo stretched her legs straight and looked at her feet in the moonlight. She didn't dare to think what she would take off her shoes.
The sound of wind brought a depressing roar, and the sound of heavy objects hitting.
Shui Anluo listened quietly, rubbing his legs gently with both hands.
Shui Anluo's heart was sour, but he always made himself laugh.
This pit was made by myself.
No matter what was in the pit, she had to face it with a smile.
Can she make him laugh if she laughs?
The roar of the wind gradually disappeared, Shui Anluo leaned against the tree and looked up at the moonlight.
"Chumi wings, my foot hurts." Sui Anluo suddenly spoke gently, and the voice soon disappeared in the wind.
She closed her eyes and counted silently.
Shui Anluo's third fell, and the moonlight in front of her was blocked.
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the man who was in front of her.
He always had meticulous short hair pressed on his head intricately at this moment, two buckles on his shirt were ripped open, revealing his lean chest, and the coat didn't know where he was thrown.
Looking down, it was the back of his hand dripping with blood.
While Shui Anluo was distressed, he still screamed, "Does this call the woman singer to follow, my feet bleed, you will make a hand?"
Chu Cuiyi slowly squatted on the ground, looking at the woman sitting on the ground with a lunar face.
"Don't look at me like that, the baby is afraid." Shui Anluo said with fear.