"No matter who I am, whatever my name is, you are the one I want to protect.

I'm telling you this today just because I'm telling you about me, not anyone else. ”

Ashin touched her head and said softly.

"Are you going home, then?" Qiao Jiaren's somewhat depressed voice sounded.

"I ......"

"Childe, Mr. Qi is here!

The servant Ah Ze walked in the door and interrupted Jiang Feng's listening, and then an old man with a box came out of the door.

Behind them four more men walked in, holding musical instruments and other things in their hands.

"You guys prepare first, and we'll talk about it when my companion comes back!" Jiang Feng came back to his senses and said.

"Yes! Childe wait a minute!"

After the servant finished speaking, he began to help Mr. Qi and them set up the props and set up the venue.

"Young Master, I'm back!"

As soon as everyone was settled in their respective positions, Li Chongchong jumped in as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, stepping on a somewhat high threshold.

"Little Lizi, you give me a good walk, don't scare the threshold of my house. ”

Sister Qing said behind her and walked in.

“…… Is the threshold of your house a ghost? long head? alive? hum!"

Li Chongchong rolled his eyes dissatisfiedly and turned back and said.

"Well, you haven't drunk yet, and you're going to turn your face and deny anyone?"

Sister Qing laughed softly and glanced up at him while arranging her sleeves.

“…… If I don't recognize myself, I have to recognize you! Little threshold, I'm sorry!"

Li Chongchong hugged the wine bottle tightly and silently recited in his heart: Patience! Patience!

Then he pretended to apologize to the threshold.

"Poof, little plum, you're so cute, can it understand, are you stupid?"

Sister Qing couldn't help laughing all of a sudden, the veil on her face shook slightly, and a small piece of white cheeks could be seen.

"I ...... I'm overflowing with love!"

Li Chongchong said speechlessly, I don't know who said it just now to scare it......

I'm going to not be easy to drink......

"Come and sit down!"

Jiang Feng couldn't help but smile when he looked at Li Chongchong's aggrieved appearance.

"Come in!"

Sister Qing waved behind her, and saw five or six servants carrying trays walking in one after another.

The aroma of the food is in your nose and makes you instantly whet your appetite.

"Jiang Gongzi, why don't you listen to the story while eating? I'll pour you wine. ”

Sister Qing saw that the food had been placed on the round table, so she came over and invited Jiang Feng to take a seat.

"Sister Qing is welcome! The fat man's friend is my friend, let's sit together!"

Jiang Feng glanced at the fat man and said to Sister Qing.

"Yes, let's sit down together, and pour your own wine to be fun!"

The fat man came over and pressed her to the chair.

"Are you looking for a fight?"

Sister Qing slapped his hand away, but she was not polite anymore and sat down.

"A woman's heart is full of needles, and she shouts and kills me at every turn, I am really miserable. ”

Li Chong rushed to the other side of Jiang Feng, and pretended to be aggrieved while sitting down.

"Drinking the wine I brewed, do you dare to say that your life is bitter?" Sister Qing threw over lightly.

"It's not bitter, it's not bitter, as long as there is wine that is pricked by needles, I am willing. Li Chongchong immediately said flatteringly.

His grandmother's, this wine should be drunk into the stomach quickly to be safe, otherwise it may be withdrawn if something is wrong.

Isn't that a loss?

"Young master, come, try this wine, it's very delicious!"

Thinking of this, Li Chongchong immediately decided to pour wine for Jiang Feng.

"Let's get started!"

Sister Qing saw that the two had started drinking, so she said to the performers.

"Yes!"

The person on the other side answered behind the curtain and began the performance.

"Fatty, how many versions of the story of the Hat-Wearing Festival are there?" Jiang Feng asked as he looked at the performance on the other side.

"Ah, there's only this one, how can there be many? Young Master, you're just drunk after a drink?"

Li Chongchong was stunned for a moment and said with a smile.

"Has Jiang Gongzi heard of other versions?" Sister Qing also asked with a smile next to her.

"I've just heard that some stories go on and around, and other versions are derived, and at the end of the day, people can't be sure which one is true.

So, I wondered if wearing a hat festival would be the same, and passed on different versions of the story. ”

Jiang Feng turned his head lightly and said with a smile, then turned his head to look at the performance on stage.

"As far as I know, there is only one version of Hatton Day, and there are no other versions. ”

Sister Qing thought for a moment and said to Jiang Feng affirmatively.

"Yes!"

Jiang Feng didn't continue the topic anymore, and watched the performance on stage seriously.

It has already been said on the stage that newlyweds are facing separation, and that the husband is tied up by conscripted officers and soldiers.

The wife rushed forward to stop her, but was kicked away by the officers and soldiers.

Eventually, the wife got permission from the officers and soldiers in the scorching summer to put on a hat to protect her husband.

Time flew by, and when her husband returned, he had already become an official.

However, his wife has been missing and died of illness for many years.

In order to commemorate his wife's deep affection, every year on the day of separation, the husband will invite someone to perform a grand story performance at the place where his wife bids him off, telling the world that there is such an infatuated woman.

Later, when the husband died, he was buried next to his wife.

The emperor eventually heard the story, and in order to appease his people, he designated this day as the hat festival, which has been passed down to future generations.

The graves of the husband and wife on the white curtain gradually disappear, leaving only the couples who celebrate the holiday and express their love.

If the woman had known that her husband would eventually return, she probably wouldn't have died. ”

After hearing this, Li Chongchong took a sip of wine with some sympathy and said.

"Yes, she must have waited too desperately to die. Sister Qing also said with emotion.

"Sister Qing, which local resident of Changhai City has the largest surname?"

Jiang Feng didn't ask them at all.

"Uh! Song is the majority. Sister Qing was stunned for a moment, and replied in surprise.

"Are there many people with the surname Dai?" Jiang Feng then asked.

"I heard my grandfather say that a hundred years ago, there were still quite a lot of people with the surname Dai, and then there was a great migration of people.

There are a lot of people from other places here in Changhai City, and most of them have the surname Song.

Later, many people surnamed Dai left here for various reasons, and finally the population surnamed Song became the largest. ”

Sister Qing said while pouring Jiang Feng another glass of wine.

"It seems to be true!" Jiang Feng muttered to himself lightly.

"Young Master, what is really?" Li Chongchong asked curiously, putting down his wine glass.

"The wine is really delicious!"

Jiang Feng looked at him and smiled, took a sip of the wine glass, and tasted it with a slight squint.

"Go down first!"

Sister Qing glanced at Jiang Feng thoughtfully, and said to everyone after the performance.