The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

Beep beep beep beep~~

The suona sounds loud and clear, bringing good fortune with every thought.

A mist rose from the riverbank, spreading in one direction as if it had eyes.

A procession of musicians and musicians arrived amidst the mist, stopping in front of an ordinary rural house with mud walls, thatched roof, old peach trees, low wooden doors, low walls, small windows, dappled sunlight, and the marks of time.

A mist enveloped the courtyard, allowing those inside to clearly see the true form of the procession—a group of water spirits and monsters: shrimp soldiers and crab generals, fish maids and clam servants, turtle servants and loach slaves…

Dressed in red, both male and female had applied blush in varying shades, and all of them, regardless of height or weight, were all smiling broadly, looking like lanterns and red envelopes of all sizes.

Leading the group was a two-faced old turtle demon with a mustache, beady eyes, and a height of two feet. He wore a small, exquisite ninth-rank official's hat, and his green turtle shell was specially dyed red. His face, which resembled a braised egg, was full of joy.

"Hehehehe!"

The pimp grinned lewdly, took his old tortoise-like steps, slowly stepped forward, and gently knocked on the door, making a series of loud knocking sounds.

"Your Highness, I have been ordered to come and fetch you. Please, Your Highness, leave your home as soon as possible, and do not delay the auspicious time..."

The tortoise herder moves slowly and speaks slowly.

Each word was drawn out with an extremely long intonation.

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

Caught off guard, the pimp was sent flying by the door, rolling several times on the ground, becoming a true coward.

The specially made official hats all fell to the ground.

Once he regained his balance, the turtle tried to stretch out his limbs and roll over, but he couldn't get up after several attempts.

Enraged, he cursed the crab soldiers and generals beside him.

"Quickly! Help me!"

A red crab swaggered over and, without any hesitation, clamped its pincers onto the turtle's little tail.

The turtle's beady eyes widened several times in pain, the whites of its pupils contrasting sharply with the blood vessels, and its mouth opened wide, revealing its nimble little tongue, as it let out a shrill scream.

They jumped up on all fours and successfully rolled over.

With white breath coming from his nostrils, the turtle glared fiercely at the red crab. Prioritizing the overall situation, the turtle magistrate temporarily refrained from arguing with the crab general who was settling a personal score. He picked up his fallen official hat, dusted off the dust, put it back on, and straightened his clothes before stepping forward again.

As he approached the wooden door, his beady eyes held a complex expression.

While other houses have doors that open inwards, who would have thought that the Dragon Princess's door would open outwards? It was truly unique and ingenious.

No wonder a dragon consort could emerge from this place.

It's obviously from a "prestigious family".

A shadow fell.

The tortoise herder looked up.

A giant appeared in front of the door.

Even though he was hunched over and his body had shrunk with age, he was still six feet tall.

By the light of the moon, the prickly pharmacist could see the man clearly. He was holding a peach wood cane, with white hair and beard, a face full of wrinkles, and wearing a brownish-red robe. He looked kind and benevolent, with a smiling face.

But the pimp always felt that his smile was fake.

Shaking his head, the turtle herder abandoned this audacious idea. He must have guessed wrong. For a mere mortal woman to marry the Dragon King as his consort was a blessing that countless high-ranking officials and nobles of the human race would rather die than have. What could this old man possibly be dissatisfied with?

The old man with the cane glanced down at the two-foot-tall tortoise keeper, then turned and walked into the house. The tortoise keeper beckoned the two catfish women to follow immediately.

The old man glanced at the tortoise herder, who was even slower than himself and seemed like someone he could kick away with a flick of his foot. Suddenly, his confidence soared, and he felt as powerful and imposing as he had been in his youth.

To give his granddaughter confidence, he tried to stand tall and straight, making himself look less hunched over, and to make himself more overwhelming in terms of presence than the tortoise keeper.

So what if they're spirits or monsters?

So what if you're the leader?

I'm not the Dragon King, I'm a human!

A genuine person who can walk on two legs, has a nose and eyes, and speaks human language without any training!

soon……

A graceful figure emerged from the low, earthen house.

She wore a bright red wedding dress and a pair of embroidered red shoes. She was tall and slender, with a graceful figure that made her appear almost invisible.

Although her face was covered by an embroidered gold fan, a glimpse of her beautiful features could still be seen through the gaps. Not to mention, one could tell from her slightly long, calloused hands that this woman had fair skin that was completely different from other rural women.

A woman gets married.

Accompanied by an old man with a cane, they followed a group of river delicacies through the mist, accompanied by music and fanfare, until they gradually disappeared into the distance.

The bright moon shone, and all was silent.

The countryside remains quiet, a picture of peaceful tranquility.

The wedding procession, with its deafening gongs and drums and the cacophony of firecrackers, seemed to go unheard and unseen by anyone else.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

Under the crooked old tree, an old man who came out to urinate hissed, habitually shook his legs a couple of times, shuddered, and felt completely refreshed.

He tied on the hemp rope belt, wiped his hands on his clothes, and carelessly wiped away the yellowish water stains on his hands.

The next moment, he twitched his nose.

He opened his sleepy eyes a crack and mumbled, "Why does it smell so fishy?"

Did he suddenly need to pee?

Your hands are covered in it?

Thinking this, the old man sniffed his hands hard, and after confirming that he hadn't urinated uncontrollably, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go back to his room to rest.

But without noticing, I stepped on a rock.

The next moment, he yelled and threw himself face down on the muddy ground.

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"Ah~!"

Inside the main room of an old house.

A figure suddenly opened his eyes, his wrinkled old face filled with the lingering terror of a nightmare.

At this moment, the east was already bright, and the sun was rising in the east.

A ray of sunlight shone through the narrow, low wooden window, dispelling a corner of darkness and illuminating the startled figure.

The photo reveals the true face of the person.

If the turtle herder with beady eyes were here, he would surely recognize that this man was the old man who opened the door for him and escorted the Dragon Princess to her wedding.

He was also the Dragon Princess's grandfather.

The sunlight felt warm and comforting on my face.

The old man rubbed his sleepy eyes. After waking up slightly, he thought about his dream last night. He felt helpless and still had lingering fears.

"It all starts with the wedding procession again."

The old man sighed from the bottom of his heart.

For more than a year, he has been plagued by nightmares.

Every nightmare begins with the Dragon King of Qinghe marrying his granddaughter.

Yes, his granddaughter married the Dragon King.

He slowly got up, his aging bones creaking and groaning like the creaking of a long-neglected wooden door.

Trembling, the old man put on two layers of cotton clothing, picked up his cane from the bedside, and walked unsteadily with the cane. He pushed open the door, and the rich fragrance of peaches wafted out from the old peach tree laden with fruit, refreshing and delightful.

Taking a deep breath, the old man, with the scent of peaches filling his nostrils, sat down with difficulty and lay down on the faded rattan chair by the door.

As he swayed and drifted along, he basked in the sun, using the sunlight to dispel the chill from his bones, while his thoughts wandered and he slowly drifted into memories.

This is a common problem as people get older.

I like to reminisce.

I also enjoy reminiscing about the past.

The story goes back four years.

That was also a summer.

The weather can change in an instant.

Before he went out to collect thatch, the sky was clear and the sun was blazing. But halfway there, suddenly dark clouds gathered, and thunder and lightning struck.

The torrential rain poured down.

The biggest fear for old people is getting sick.

Once you get caught in the rain, the cold wind enters your body, and you catch a cold. You're basically already sentenced to death; one foot is in the gates of hell, and the other is on its way.

My granddaughter is not married yet.

They depended on each other for survival.

I must not let anything happen to myself.

He should spend more time with her, and it would be best to find her a good family who can protect her and watch her get married. Only then could he be worthy of his son and daughter-in-law who died young, and die in peace.

Therefore, even if one knows it is inappropriate.

With only one old jujube tree to shelter him from the rain, he could only take a few quick steps to find shelter under the tree, hoping for the best.

Hopefully this thunderstorm will pass soon.

However, the day did not fulfill everyone's wish.

A bolt of blue lightning crashed down.

Old Jujube Wood and he were both struck by lightning.

The jujube wood caught fire.

His bones were practically exposed from the electric shock.