Then, Ying Ziyu suddenly felt that something was wrong, and spoke before Wang Yuan: "You said that you will be fifteen years old after April 4?"

"That's right!" Wang Yuan nodded, and then said with shining eyes, "Speaking of which, today is still your birthday! The first day of the Roselle Festival on April 1 is also the first day of the Roselle Festival. ”

"How come?" Ying Ziyu felt inexplicable, "Hasn't it been a long time since April 1st?"

As soon as Wang Yuan heard Ying Ziyu's words, he knew that he was not a native of Crescent City: "It turns out that you are an outsider! No wonder you don't know anything." Roselle is actually not every year, but every four years. Because according to the diachronic law of Crescent City, every four years there will be one year that is cloudy, and the rest is a sunny year. The lunar year has one more April than the yang year, which means that there will be two Aprils in the lunar year of Crescent City, and the second April of the lunar year is called the Roselle Festival, which lasts for a whole month from the first day of the second fourth month to the last day. The first seven days of the Roselle Festival are the Roselle Festival. ”

"So, those born in April in Crescent City have two birthdays every lunar year?" asked Ying Ziyu tentatively.

"Not bad!" Wang Yuan smiled and nodded, "So, today is still April 1st, which is your birthday!"

As the two were talking, a large group of people and horses suddenly beat gongs and drums, dragon and lion dances in front of them, followed closely by a large number of onlookers, all dressed elegantly and with ancient charm. Nowadays, not only women who love beauty, but also some men wear concealing and light makeup on their faces, so at a glance, the men are well-dressed, handsome, and the women are graceful and beautiful.

At this time, Wang Yuan pulled Ying Ziyu to the side of the street and whispered in Ying Ziyu's ear: "This is the team to welcome Luoshen, and now it is to send the statue of Luoshen back to the Luoshen Ancestral Hall." Let's go and see if we do!"

Ying Ziyu looked back at the endless flow of people, and said in his heart: It is indeed very lively!

So he walked at the front of the crowd with Wang Yuan, and slowly walked forward with the Luo Shen team.

On the way, Ying Ziyu inadvertently glanced at the statue of Roselle on a square platform carried by four people, and suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart: this Roselle's face was born ...... It's really exciting!

"What are we going to do after we go to the Luo Shen Ancestral Hall with them?" Ying Ziyu asked Wang Yuan.

"After the statue of Roselle arrives at the ancestral hall, we have to make sacrifices and pray, and then we can go to the presiding priest to receive the distributed Roselle. ”

"Then they don't have those sacrifices!" Ying Ziyu said, pointing to the people at the front of the line carrying baskets.

I saw that there were six pairs of twelve baskets filled with a variety of candies and colorful pastries, and then peanuts, dried cinnamon, red dates, persimmons, and of course, there were many fruits such as apples, bananas, and pears.

And Wang Yuan saw that Ying Ziyu directly stretched out his hand to point at those sacrifices, and was so frightened that he immediately knocked off his hand and said angrily: "Sacrifices can't be used with fingers, that's blasphemy against Luoshen!"

Ying Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "I just want to ask if I can eat them, after all, if Luo Shen is a woman, it is unlikely that he will be willing to eat so much, and it will not look good if he gets fat!"

Wang Yuan glanced at him and said angrily: "Don't worry, the sacrifice can also be received with Luoshenhua at that time!"

"Oh?" Ying Ziyu suddenly came back to his senses, "I've been listening to you talk about roselle just now, what is that for!"

"Let's talk about it then!" Wang Yuan smiled mysteriously at Ying Ziyu, without directly picking it out.

At this time, the procession escorting the idol led the crowd around an intersection and arrived at the bottom of a hill.

Standing at the bottom of the hill and looking up, Yingziyu can see a straight stone staircase passage stacked on top of each other, and the gray-brown stone steps are naturally mixed with some mossy mottled and withered yellow. At the end of the stone steps, Ying Ziyu saw an ancient and simple, long-lived ancestral hall, red lacquer wall, glazed tiles, in front of the ancestral hall is a tall welcoming door, hung with red lanterns and wrapped with colorful hemp rope.

At this time, the group of four carrying the idol began to lead the group up the stairs, stopping and walking very slowly, and the band following the idol also played a melodious music with the rhythm of the idol's movement.

Everything seemed solemn and sacred, and before I knew it, the sense of celebration had been completely replaced by an ancient and strong sense of ritual.

And when Ying Ziyu followed the idol to the top of the Luo Shen Ancestral Hall on the hill, it was followed by the return of the idol and the sacrifice and prayer.

This process is lengthy and complicated, and there is a tendency for some demons to dance wildly, which really makes Ying Ziyu feel uncomfortable.

Finally......

"Three thousand love silk cocoons, ornament Qing wedding dress on the needle needle drop curtain; four-color rouge book, persuade the king to return home early on the saddle horse! In order to seek a line of marriage, follow Luo Shen here, the gods are sincere in feeling you, and they give Luo Shen flowers, Xu Ru and other marriages are determined, and looking back is the fate of the person!"

With a long shout from the old man who presided over the sacrifice, Ying Ziyu, who was about to fall asleep, finally came to his senses.

"Give Roselle flowers!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Ying Ziyu looked around intently for a while, but he didn't see the person who received the gift coming forward to accept the blessing, and he was suddenly puzzled.

The next moment, he heard the old man's voice ringing in his ears: "Little boy, don't be shy, both men and women who come here on Roselle's Day are here for a marriage, you should be generous and come forward to accept God's blessing." Roselle is above, and you will be promised a happy marriage!"

Then, under Ying Ziyu's stunned gaze, the old man stretched out his hand as dry as a chicken claw and pulled Ying Ziyu to the statue, and handed over a pure white and flawless flower to Ying Ziyu in front of many good men and women.

At this time, Ying Ziyu also instantly became the focus of attention of the audience.

At that moment, Yingziyu only felt like a thorn in his back, and his face and scalp were numb together.

He had never received such a burning and hateful gaze.

After handing over the white roselle to Ying Ziyu, the old man pointed to the stacked flower basket on the side of Ying Ziyu and said: "Take the marriage basket and go get some tribute! Young man, Luo Shen is above, and you will be blessed to find the one you are destined to in the sea of people! Don't lose your good Shaoguang, and go and cherish it!"

"Oh oh!" Ying Ziyu didn't hear the old man's slurred words clearly, and the only information that caught his ears was that he could take the flower basket to load the tribute.

When Ying Ziyu carried a flower basket and stayed among the six pairs of twelve baskets full of tribute, others also began to come forward one after another to accept the roselle flower that belonged to them.

When Ying Ziyu was filling all kinds of sweets and pastries into the basket, a crisp female voice suddenly sounded in Ying Ziyu's ears, which made Ying Ziyu can't help but take his head.

"My name is Ling Xi, what's your name, little brother?"

Ying Ziyu looked up and saw that she was a tall girl wearing makeup and a purple skirt.

"My name is Yingziyu!"

Ying Ziyu said, peeled off the candy wrapper, put it in his mouth, bit off most of it, and then sent the rest to Lan Xiaoxi's mouth, who was waiting to be fed.

"I'm going to give you my Roselle flowers, would you like to?" asked the girl with a smile.

"Thank you, but I don't need to!" Ying Ziyu said as he continued to fill the basket with tribute.

"Then can you give me your roselle?" Ling Xi asked again.

Ying Ziyu frowned when he heard this, and always felt that Ling Xi seemed to be trying to trick himself, so he shook his head and refused.

Then, Ling Xi sighed in disappointment, put his Roselle flower in the flower basket that was almost filled with tribute, and turned around and left.

This stunned Ying Ziyu.

At this time, Wang Yuan took the roselle flower and found Yingziyu.

After Wang Yuan saw Ying Ziyu, she didn't pay attention to Ying Ziyu to greet her, but first asked Ying Ziyu with a red face: "Can you give me your roselle?"

This made Ying Ziyu curious, so he asked, "Just now there was a man named Ling Xi who said the same thing to you." What the hell is the use of this roselle, you haven't told me yet!"

Wang Yuan explained: "The legend of Roselle is the goddess in charge of marriage, so this Roselle Festival is actually a marriage festival, and this Roselle flower is the marriage flower, its function is to implicate two people who are in love with each other, which is equivalent to the marriage line." If you see someone you like, you can put your roselle in her basket. And if she likes you too, she will give you her Roselle flower too. In this way, you will have a marriage line, the two will be happy, and you will get the blessing of Roselle, a hundred years of good together! In addition, others do not need your consent to give you Roselle, and you can't refuse. ”

"Why is that?" Ying Ziyu wondered.

"Because at sunset on the seventh day of each Roselle Festival, the city lord will carry out a grand sacrifice at the temple of the god of worship, and at that time there will be three people each of the god son and the goddess, and then the priest of Luo Shen will put the names of the three gods and the three goddesses into two bottles of gold and silver, which will be drawn by the city lord in turn, and each time the name of the god son will be drawn first, and then the name of the goddess. And the gods and goddesses who are drawn by the same group can exchange roselles with each other to form a roselle relationship, and spend a lifetime together. But there is a premise that the goddess is willing to fulfill that marriage! If the goddess is willing, the son of the god cannot refuse, if she is unwilling, then a happy marriage that could have been blessed by Luo Shen will be over!" Wang Yuan explained.

"Why is Shenzi so passive and has no right to choose at all?" Ying Ziyu felt very unfair.

"Because Luo Shen is a goddess!" Wang Yuan winked playfully.

Ying Ziyu sighed, feeling that the three men were quite pitiful.

Immediately, Ying Ziyu seemed to think of something, and asked Wang Yuan carefully: "Then the selection criteria of this god son and goddess will not be to see who has obtained more Luoshen flowers in these seven days, right?"

Wang Yuan smiled and nodded.

"It's too hasty to decide on marriage like this Roselle, right? A lifetime of things will be decided by a few flowers!" Ying Ziyu was speechless.

"No!" Wang Yuan objected to Ying Ziyu's opinion, "The marriages formed on Roselle Day are very happy and happy!"

Ying Ziyu said that I believe in you, and I am an idiot.

The two were talking, and suddenly a few girls walked towards Ying Ziyu together, fluttering in colorful clothes, warblers and swallows, eye-catching.

To be continued