After four rows of stone stairs, walk fifty or sixty meters to the cement road on the left, there is a three-story house, walk in, and it reads: "Love Village Book House." ”

"Is this a library?" Qi Li Qingying began to be curious, and her legs trembled involuntarily.

Fortunately, her attention was attracted by these five big words, and she flawlessly ignored the legs below.

"Yes, would you like to go in and have a look? It's not just a library, but a corner of it is a museum with a simple history of our love village. Dugu Anzhi walked in front and introduced.

"Why is it simple history? It's not so easy to introduce history in museums. Kiyokage looked around suspiciously.

"The history of Love Village is not long ago, it is not as complicated as you think, there are only simple folk customs and simple life here, there are no places of interest or tourist attractions, and there are no memorabilia, let alone nominating people, so only ...... No, it should just praise the simplicity and tranquility of the Love Village, come in!?" Ouyang Ruoyan generously stretched out his hand and invited.

"I think it's better to forget it, there are already endless books to read in school, let's go ahead and take a look. I can't wait to finish the park now. Qili Qingying said and walked in the opposite direction, thinking as she went: Alas...... Museums, the museum I hate the most! It's so bad that my legs don't seem to be my own.

Walking forward for more than ten meters, a hearty laugh attracted Qi Li Qingying to look in the direction where the voice came from.

"What's that?" shouted Kiyokage, pointing to a few people in front of her, and children and adults were gathering around.

"Grass skiing. Dugu Anqi replied.

"Do you want money?"

Dugu Anqi shook her head.

"Then let's go and see, I want to play too, I've heard of this thing before, but I've never played with it, since we don't need money, then what are we waiting for. ......" said the Shadow of the Prophet and ran over quickly.

Dugu Anzhi and Ouyang Ruoyan sat on the stone bench next to them, watching Dugu Anqi and Qili Qingying happily run to the grass skiing field, snuggling up to each other, closing their eyes, breathing the good air given by nature, and listening to the crisp birdsong.

"Shadow, this kid is really a good boy, he can't hide things! Big grin, I like it!" Ouyang Ruoyan looked ahead and said.

"Yes, this kid is sincere!I like it too!Kiki is with her, I'm very relieved!" Dugu Anzhi nodded and sighed.

"Uncle and aunt...... You're not going to play, are you? hahahaha...... It's so fun!" Qi Li Qingying waved at Dugu Anzhi and Ouyang Ruoyan while playing.

"You guys play, we can't play!" Dugu Anzhi opened his voice and shouted back.

"Don't be tired??? Dugu Anqi asked as she watched Li Qingying play crazy.

"Tired! When you meet something fun, you have to play no matter how tired you are! This is life!"

"Where's the delicious food?"

"When you meet something delicious, no matter how full you are, you have to tear open your belly and support it! How full can you be! Hahahaha...... Kiki, hurry up! You're too slow!"

……

After a few rounds, the two finally got tired of playing, lying on the lawn and looking up at the sky with a smile.

Since I was a child, I have never played so freely.

There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, peaceful and cozy!

"It's the first time I've grown this big, and I've played so crazy for the first time. She closed her eyes slightly, full of gratitude!

Dugu Anqi was stunned when she heard Qi Li Qingying sigh like this. Turning his head to look at the Qingying of Qili, he realized that the other side of her strong exterior was so fragile.

"Let's go......"

"Let's rest for a while!"

"There's something more fun and better looking ahead!"

"Really?" Kiyokage jumped suddenly! "Wait for me......"

After passing a small grove of trees, they came to the edge of the pond.

It's wonderful to step on the artificial corridor on the water, admire the lotus flowers around you, and feel the feeling of being surrounded by lotus flowers!

"It's so beautiful!! so beautiful, no one reaches out to steal it?"

Dugu Anqi sneered: "Who said that if you open beautifully, you will be stolen!? All the facilities here are built by everyone at their expense, so everyone cherishes them." ”

"I see. Hehe, just now I saw that the name of my uncle and godmother was on the stele, but I didn't write how much I donated. How much did my uncle and godmother do when the park was built?"

"Haha, I won't tell you, it's more than you think anyway!" Dugu Anqi said playfully.

"Why isn't it written on the stele? I'm curious! In Phoenix City, these are all clearly priced!"

"Our donations are voluntary, as long as there is a donation name, it will be on the tablet, hehe, the specific amount of money is in the museum's account book. The rich people in the village contribute their money and make a strong contribution, and it is also the folk custom here not to write how much money, the purpose is not to compare, not to be pretentious, and to be truly willing. Many elderly people here are shy in their pockets, but they still donate their private money. ”

Qi Li Qingying nodded while listening, but he couldn't figure it out in his heart, and he smirked.

"Hehe, I'll tell you a story and you'll understand. ”

"Listen to me"

"Once upon a time, there was a god who wanted to test the love of the villagers for him, so he came up with a plan, he took on a human form and told the villagers that he wanted the villagers to pay for the construction of a temple for this god, only in this way can this god ensure that everyone has a good harvest in the coming year. In order to get a good harvest, the villagers took out their own money. The fairy smiled when he received the money, and then with a stroke of his pen, the name and the number of money were suddenly displayed on the stone tablet. One of them, a wealthy villager, came home with his head held high and waited for the next year's harvest. The other village name was last in line, and went back with his head bowed in shame. When the fairy saw this, he followed behind the poor villager.

The poor villager returned home and sighed, and said to his wife, "We don't expect a harvest this year."

My wife's eyes widened in surprise and asked, "Why, we have dedicated all our savings to the gods, and I am worried about what to do next."

When the poor villagers heard this, tears fell and they said, "If I knew this would be the result, I wouldn't have donated."

The wife was also sad when she saw her husband's sad appearance, and she asked: Why don't you donate?

The poor villagers sobbed and replied: Everyone donates a lot, but our family is the least, and the stone tablets are clearly engraved. We don't give as much as a gap between other people's teeth, do you think we can have a harvest? How can I be embarrassed to ask the gods for a harvest? When I came back, I couldn't even lift my head.

My wife said sadly, "But this is all our savings."