This is the first time Qianzhou has seen so many stars.

The night sky of the white desert is deep and lofty, and the night is evenly spread out like a picture scroll. The silver paint shook off like fine rain, and dotted the scroll with glowing ink marks.

- It was a sky full of stars.

It was difficult for Qianzhou to explain this feeling, only that when he raised his head, he was greeted by silver crumbs. Big, small, aggregated, separated, bright, dim...... The delicate silver light converges together, and together they form a song that is as vague and distant as water waves.

The song floated from afar, with the ethereal and lonely of eternity, with silent tenderness and joy. This song has resounded from the past to the present day, and you can't find a single similar tune, a single repetitive note.

Compared with the brilliant sun or the bright moon, Qianzhou likes the stars in the sky the most.

The sun is too bright, the moon is too holy. Only the stars, which have jumped hundreds of billions of light-years away, still bloom with stubborn light.

What we see now may be nothing more than the last afterglow of a star hundreds of billions of years ago, but this afterglow still shows its last beauty through the cold and lonely universe.

Qianzhou quietly admired the night sky, and it was not until Jiang Qinghan appeared that he withdrew his gaze.

It is no exaggeration to say that the girl is more dazzling than this night sky.

changed the ponytail of the past, and the satin-like green silk was put down by Jiang Qinghan. The hair on both sides was braided into delicate braids and coiled back like a holy olive branch. The rest of the hair was draped casually over her shoulders, lining the girl's skin as if it had been washed with milk.

The dress on the girl's body is a fine Shu brocade, and the snow-white bottom is embroidered with elegant peonies. The peony is as delicate as a girl's face, and each petal opens a different arc.

The neckline of the skirt was opened low, revealing a girl-swan-like slender neck and delicate collarbones. The curve is cinched at the waist, outlining the young and full body of the girl.

The hem of the skirt covers the knees, and the straight, slender calves reflect an ivory sheen.

"Soaring like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, and when you are forced to observe it, it is scorching like a hibiscus rising out of the waves. The fiber is heartfelt, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretching the neck show, the quality is ......exposed, "Somehow, the famous chapters in "Luo Shen Fu" are rotated in Qianzhou's mind like a repeater.

"How about it? This dress is also the first time I have worn it, and it is the latest style in Jiangnan. Jiang Qinghan's face was also red, and a pair of bright eyes reflected a layer of delicate water, which tickled people's hearts.

"Good looking. Qianzhou nodded, and then unsurprisingly made a straight man speech, "But why are you changing your clothes?"

Jiang Qinghan's face turned cold all of a sudden, and he snorted coldly and turned around and left directly. However, if you look closely, you can see that the roots of the girl's ears are so red that they seem to be dripping.

"Alas, Qinghan. You wait for me, didn't you say we were going to go shopping together?"

The girl ignored him, but quickened her pace. Qianzhou hurriedly caught up, and Jiang Qinghan's pace was a little faster.

In this way, Qianzhou is fast, Jiang Qinghan is also fast, Qianzhou is slow, and Jiang Qinghan is also slow. The two of them are like angry children.

However, after repeating it a few times, Jiang Qinghan still slowed down his pace and walked side by side with Qianzhou.

In the past, I witnessed the whole process upstairs, and while being stuffed with a mouthful of dog food, I was envious and funny in my heart. I thought that the knowledgeable teacher and the dignified and elegant Sister Qinghan would also have such a side.

At this time, Liya also walked over: "Lord Prophet, the time is almost up. It's time for you to preside over the Bright Light Festival. ”

"I see. ”

............

Qianzhou and Jiang Qinghan walked side by side, and at first the two were separated by half a meter. However, as the two walked towards the Dome, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

Occasionally, in order to avoid pedestrians, Jiang Qinghan's body would rub against Qianzhou's shoulder. Through a thin layer of fabric, Qianzhou can clearly feel the warmth and beauty of the girl's body.

All the way to the edge of the dome, almost the entire Enron people gathered here, carrying lanterns large and small, with a relaxed smile on their faces.

However, because there were too many people, Jiang Qinghan could only lean on Qianzhou's body tightly, and almost half of his body snuggled into Qianzhou's arms.

The pleasant aroma came from between the girl's hair, like an elegant laurel in late autumn - Qianzhou couldn't help but take two more sips.

"You...... What are you doing!" Sensing Qianzhou's movements, Jiang Qinghan's face suddenly turned red to the base of his ears, and his speech became stammering. But there was no anger in his tone, more of an unnatural shame.

"That...... I ...... "Qianzhou realized what he had just done with a hot head, and thought to himself, isn't it that he has also reached the hormonal adolescence?"

But at this time, as long as you are thick-skinned enough, it will only be others who will be embarrassed. So Qianzhou admitted calmly: "It smells good, so I sniffed it two more times." ”

"Are you an idiot, don't do this kind of thing on the street!" Jiang Qinghan said the dirty work rarely.

However, Qianzhou thinks that scolding girls with a sweet voice while blushing is not a scolding, but more like a coquettish - of course, this is for good-looking girls.

Moreover, "don't do this kind of thing on the street", which means that it's okay not to be on the street? Qianzhou thought for a while, but after all, there was no straight man to ask the question directly.

The moon gradually rose, and flew into the sky like a lonely bird. In the midst of the noise, the former prophet arrived.

Rhubarb swooped down from the sky with its wings flapping, and the air spread like water waves, without even the slightest sound of wind. The moonlight gilded the rhubarb's feathers with a layer of silver, which actually gave the big bird a little more awe-inspiring majesty.

Seeing this big bird, Qianzhou couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. There seems to be a sour feeling in both eyes after the flash.

Rhubarb landed on the platform that had been set up in advance, and he lay down to let the old years come down.

In the past, today's dress is also quite elaborate - with a crown on his head, and a heavy and ornate robe. A flame-like pattern blooms from the center of the robe, and the wide sleeves resemble the wings of a phoenix.

Even Qianzhou didn't expect that his cute and shy student would have such a majestic and solemn side.

The festival began, starting with a long memorial message.

Because it was too far away, Qianzhou couldn't really hear it. It roughly means to remember the past, remember the ancestors, and then pray for safety and well-being.

Soon the festival ended in a cheer, which also meant the official start of the [Mingguang Festival].

Faintly, Qianzhou heard the old song sung in the past:

"What is lit in the fog is nothing but a false fire"

"The afterglow of the setting sun will also have an unwilling glance back"

"Even time gets tired"

"Sleepy in Long Life and Long in Death"

......

"Long life or long death?" Qianzhou was in a trance.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Qinghan asked curiously.

"I seem to hear the old days singing. Qianzhou replied.

But when I turned my head, I found that the old days were long gone, and I could only see people with lanterns doing all kinds of games.

"Let's go, let's go shopping. Jiang Qinghan pulled Qianzhou and walked to a stage, where a show was being performed.

But within two steps, Qianzhou met an unexpected person.

"Good evening, Mr. Holder. ”

"Good evening. Holder also saw Qianzhou and Jiang Qinghan.

Holder's brow was full of tiredness, and his tightly knit eyebrows didn't look like he had come to enjoy the festival.

"Isn't Mr. Holder going to go shopping?" asked Qianzhou.

"I'm not in the mood, I'm too old. ”

"I think Mr. Holder is still in his prime. ”

"I've borrowed your good words. Holder seemed to want to smile, but in the end he only barely hooked the corners of his mouth.

After a pause, Holder suddenly asked a question without a clue: "In the eyes of you outsiders, which is more important, the past or the future?" ”

"What?"

"Then I'll ask a different question. Holder sorted out the wording, "Which do you think is more important, freedom or life?"

"I don't know the specific situation, and I can't draw conclusions, but I have a word for you to know. Qianzhou spoke seriously.

"Please. ”

"Freedom, how much evil your name is. ”

After speaking, Qianzhou and Jiang Qinghan left. With a beautiful girl by her side, who would want to take care of a man?

The two of them just wandered around aimlessly, or as they pleased. The customs of the activities here are new and interesting for both of them. Especially for Qianzhou, he has only seen similar temple fairs in books.

Until the two of them were a little tired from shopping, they chose a place with few people and sat down along the dome bay.

Jiang Qinghan took off his shoes and immersed his feet in the clear and cold water of the Dome Bay.

By the moonlight, Qianzhou could clearly see the girl's snow-white feet, like two dexterous fish in the sparkling water. The rounded toes are like delicate pearls, which makes people can't help but want to play with them.

"How's it going?" asked Qianzhou.

"It's a lot of fun. Jiang Qinghan's face was full of smiles, and his feet kicked casually in the water, splashing a series of splashes.

"Me too. Qianzhou laughed, "There has never been such an event in my house. ”

"That's a shame. Well, I really don't like something about it today. Jiang Qinghan raised his head, revealing a snow-white and slender neck.

"What's not to like?"

"Lanterns. You see everyone is carrying lanterns, and if you don't carry lanterns, you don't feel anything. Jiang Qinghan deliberately picked bones in the eggs, but his tone was more inclined to be coquettish.

"You have a point. Qianzhou couldn't help but smile and nodded, making a serious look.

"So how do you remedy it?"

"I want to think about it......" Qianzhou raised his head and glanced at the moon in the sky, "There you have it, you stretch out your hand." ”

Jiang Qinghan spread out his white and tender palms as he said.

Qianzhou stretched out his hand into the air, his index finger and thumb slightly pinched in the air.

In Jiang Qinghan's surprised gaze, Qianzhou clasped a ray of moonlight to his fingertips.

Like a wisp of mist, the silver-white moonlight was like a thin silk thread wrapped around Qianzhou's fingers. Qianzhou carefully took off the moonlight and tied it to Jiang Qinghan's wrist.

"How?" Jiang Qinghan asked curiously.

"I already have some understanding of this aspect, but I naturally learned it after playing with No. 5. Qianzhou smiled, "But it can only be used for performance, and it is completely useless to fight." ”

"Then I'll forgive you this time. Jiang Qinghan happily withdrew his hand.

Seeing the girl's happy appearance, Qianzhou was embarrassed to say that the moonlight would not last long after all.