It's hard to imagine that Mi Qiya, who is unattainable in her impression and doesn't eat fireworks in the world, is actually an otaku girl who can read a small book? Li Jiahui feels that his cognition has been impaired, and it is difficult to distinguish whether he is in reality or just dreaming. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the results of the COS league came out in the afternoon, Dong Yijun didn't feel very happy, at this time, he was more in a sad feeling. It's not because they didn't win awards, with the various performances of Junya Animation Club, although some people have slight flaws in their acting skills, but if they don't have awards because of this, even the judges themselves can't be happy.

What's more, there is no shady scene in this competition, the biggest shady scene is Dong Yijun's parents, and no one can stop Junya Animation Club from winning the award.

But what if you win an award? It's just that you can rebuild the anime club. Dong Yijun originally thought that this was his biggest goal in junior high school, but after meeting his sister 'Guan Yu', he felt that this was his life's goal.

However, now, the goddess 'Guan Yu' has been standing beside a strange man, and there are still talking and laughing. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, any sound he made was like a sharp knife piercing the young man's heart, making his newly budding spring heart become full of holes.

The results of the game have already come out, but Tong Jianjun is not seen. His phone seemed to have fallen into the hands of his cousin, and his existence was completely invisible.

Originally, Tong Jianjun should have done the thing of taking the stage to accept the award, but now that he is gone, Dong Yijun can only do it.

On the podium, only Dong Yijun was crying and sad, and he didn't look happy to win the award at all.

"Is it all at this point?" Tong Jianjun glanced at the watch in his hand, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon, "The festival of the Falling Moon Bridge is about to start, don't you want to take a look?"

"Wherever my father goes, we will go. Hao and Xiao Mirage held Tong Jianjun's arm left and right, the way they judged Tong Jianjun had nothing to do with appearance, and all relied on the ethereal breath of his father. Therefore, no matter what Tong Jianjun has become, even if his current body is a girl, the 'father' is still called.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the festival at the Falling Moon Bridge in years, so let's visit it at night. Michi Aya voted in favor.

"Let's settle dinner before then, sis?" Tong Xinyi added a sarcastic word at the end.

"You're trying to stir up trouble, little sister. Tong Jianjun said kindly, "Someone is not going to have dinner." ”

"I was wrong, brother. Before the temptation of dinner, Tong Xinyi did not hesitate to abandon his temperance.

"Can I also go for a meal?" Li Jiahui asked with a shy face, today's expenses have already cost this low-income civil servant for several days.

"The price of a three-Michelin-starred restaurant is not bullied. Tong Jianjun said sincerely.

", you treat me as a Kaizi! You still have to charge money for a meal, where is our four-year friendship?" Li Jiahui said exaggeratedly.

"Being a roommate is not a dinner party, how can it be measured by money, the money that should be paid, or have to be paid, do you all fall from the sky when we are teachers? What's more, I am still a Chinese teacher, and I don't even have the prospect of running tutoring classes to make money. "Tong Jianjun's tongue is like a spring, and he is blind and Jie Bao is nonsense.

"I'm sorry for you...... The dishes you cook are indeed not much different from the three Michelin stars, but can you give me a discount for the sake of your roommate's face?" Li Jiahui asked helplessly.

"That's fine. ”

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Although there is no exact record, in the oral stories of countless old people, the Falling Moon Bridge suddenly appeared one night thousands of years ago, at the beginning of the time, and fell from the sky to suppress something terrible.

Almost everyone in Muqiao has heard this story, but they don't take this slightly mythical story seriously. Historians have also deduced from this story that the time when the Falling Moon Bridge was built should have been around seven o'clock in the evening.

Therefore, the annual festival of the Falling Moon Bridge starts at 7 o'clock in the evening, which can be regarded as historical evidence.

Tong Jianjun's family, Li Jiahui, who was rubbing rice, walked to the edge of the Luoyue Bridge after eating. Because he was embarrassed to take off his clothes and change his clothes, Tong Jianjun was still wearing a daytime C suit.

However, because of the comic exhibitions held around, there are not a few people wearing strange costumes, and the participants of those festivals are also wearing ancient costumes, and Tong Jianjun's dress does not look very embarrassing.

When the festival is in progress, people are not allowed to go up on the Falling Moon Bridge. Even the shops on the bridge will move their own things a few days before the festival starts, leaving an 'original' moon bridge for the festival organizers to use.

However, Tong Jianjun felt that what left him with the most memories was not the bridge, but the shops on the bridge and the wishing slips tied to the railings of the bridge. Without those stores, Tong Jianjun always felt that something was missing, not something original.

The mirage was so short that it was blocked by the crowd and couldn't see anything.

Tong Jianjun smiled slightly, lifted the mirage, and put it on his shoulder. When he was young, his father carried Tong Jianjun on his shoulders and gave him a special viewing platform, so that he could have a broad field of vision.

However, Tong Jianjun forgot that his current body is feathered, his shoulders are not as wide as those of a man, and it is still too narrow to sit on one side. Xiao Mirage also seemed to feel that it was not very comfortable to sit like this, so he straddled one leg to the other side and wrapped his arms around the back of Tong Jianjun's neck, feeling much more secure.

Tong Jianjun finally knew why so many fathers wanted a daughter, and when he sat around his neck, the feeling brought by his daughter and son was different...... When I was being held up by chickens, I always felt that the next moment there would be a tragedy of bursting the embankment.

"When—"

At seven o'clock, as the bronze bell on the Falling Moon Bridge rang, the festival of the Falling Moon Bridge finally officially opened.

The ceremonial array lined up in front of the bridge began to ring with the command of the bell. Tens of thousands of people gathered in front of the Falling Moon Bridge, under the infection of the ritual music, involuntarily stopped the sound of discussion, and watched the festival quietly and solemnly.

"When—"

The bell rang twice, and the salute array behind the bridge began to fire, and in the dark night sky, it was illuminated by the brilliance of the salute.

"When—"

The bell rings three times, one person for the chief priest, seven people for the sacrifice, one person for the master of ceremonies, one person for the incense, one person for reading the blessings, etc., in the cannon, the bell, and the music, the main priest, and the priest are in place, and they are sincerely incense, and they kneel three times and bow nine times. Then the "first offering", the "sub-offering", and the "final offering".