Chapter Seventy-Three: The Three Alleys of the Lotus Flower (5)

The mandarin duck lamp is a single-use item, and after use, the lamp will turn into fly ash. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info but it's inconvenient to put it away, I want to leave it aside and leave it alone, but there are blazing eyes on all sides.

Therefore, he could only pick up the mandarin duck lamp with his face unchanged and continue to walk forward.

But when I was walking alone by the river with a lamp, there were always good people who couldn't help but stop me and ask, "Did the person I was asked to release the pigeons?" Or did he not choose a place for a tryst?

Just as I was being stopped for the twenty-third time to teach the perfect tryst, I suddenly saw the familiar mask. Suddenly, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

God help me!

So I separated the crowd, ignoring the people's astonishment, and pulled the people forward: "Ah Huang, why did you come?"

The sound was not loud or small, just enough for the group to hear. Looking at it again, the two of them had exactly the same men's masks, and those people immediately understood that this was probably the little lover that people were going to meet, so they smiled and smiled, and they didn't continue to get together to dislike people.

Walking to that secluded place, I was relieved to finally cut off those gazes.

After this relaxation, I realized that I was still grabbing the other person's wrist and hurriedly let go to thank him.

"Thank you for your help. Out of helplessness, there was a lot of offense, and he also hoped that Xianyou Haihan. ā€

The man seemed to be stunned, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's okay." ā€

He originally put the lights on according to the old routine, but he didn't want to be shaken by that sound, so he never let strangers get close, and for the first time, he grabbed his wrist and led him away. It wasn't until the man let go of his hand and thanked him that he came out of his memories and came back to his senses.

Even if it's the same mask and the same name, the person in front of her is not her after all.

After thanking me, I carried the lantern and prepared to go back, but I heard a sudden inquiry behind me.

"Jiujiu, is that you?"

I froze.

There was no one but me and the man, and it seemed that he had asked me.

Who's the wine? It sounds like a woman's name.

I turned around: "Immortal friends admit that they are wrong." ā€

Emperor Xi still didn't believe it, and stopped talking again: "Immortal friend, can you take off the mask, let me see." It's really ...... The back image of the fairy friend is very much my old friend. ā€

I remembered that I had just borrowed someone to get out of trouble, and after thinking for a while, I took off my mask.

A bland face is exposed.

Emperor Xi looked at it in a daze for a while, and after confirming it again and again, Fang was disappointed and said, "Thank you." ā€

After saying goodbye to the man for a while, I remembered that I still had such a hot potato in my hand.

So, he didn't leave, looked for an empty section of the river, threw the red gauze lantern casually, threw it on the river, jumped up, and turned into a streamer and sank into the small lantern.

This mandarin duck lantern is made a little more elaborate than usual. In the wall of the lamp by the window, a low collapse was made. On the low floor was a small table, with a pot of warm wine and a small basket of colorful fruits.

The mandarin duck lantern floated with the water, and I lazily crooked, leaning on the couch to watch the scenery on the river outside the lantern.

It's not the same as the scenery you see on the shore, but at the moment in the water, drifting with the waves, the familiar scenery has a different charm.

For example, the river lights are on the surface of the water, which looks like a small beam of sunshine, and people on the surface of the river seem to be surrounded by the golden flowers. That scene, like a dream, can't help but make people sigh about the beautiful scenery of the good day.

Occasionally, the same red gauze lantern floats by, and sometimes there are insincere laughter and love words. However, it was only an extremely faint shadow, which soon dissipated with the sound of the water.

The mandarin duck lantern drifts with the water, and I don't deliberately restrict its drift.

Only when he accidentally bumped into the intertwined shadows reflected in the red gauze lantern did he wave his sleeves to keep his lantern away.

It's a scene like dƩjƠ vu from many years ago.

I can't remember it anymore.

Tomorrow is the last day of the Buddha's birthday, and after this day, some doubts will be sought for answers.

"It's you again. ā€

Just as I withdrew my gaze and was about to close my eyes to recuperate, a somewhat familiar voice came into my ears.

The slightly raised peach blossom eyes, the jade-like flawless face, is obviously extremely handsome, but it is pressed down by the natural nobility of the whole body, so that when people look at the past for the first time, they often ignore his handsome appearance, and are impressed by the compelling luxury.

But at this time, the scattered black hair and slightly open placket weakened the luxurious bearing a little, showing a bit of unruliness and romance.

Who is it?

Ever seen?

I was slightly stunned. If I've just seen such an outstanding character, it's unlikely that I won't remember it. The man probably guessed what I was thinking, and with a stretch of his long arm, he pulled out the smiling beard mask and fastened it to his face.

Now I understood why this man said it was you again.

"Today, I really have a fate with fairy friends. ā€

"yes. Meeting is fate, why don't we have a drink together?"

A turquoise wine glass flew in front of me, and along with it came the man's invitation.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey. I took the cup and said.

When I was a child, I thought, this wine is really a harmful thing!

He said that he had gone to put the lanterns on the river today for the sake of his wife. But his wife, he can't tell if it's his wife.

I asked, how can you tell if your own wife is your wife?

He said, she doesn't like me, she always doesn't like me, I know, but I still want to marry her.

I laughed while drinking, but I didn't expect that you were still the seed of infatuation.

He sighed and said, yes, I have a deep love for her. But she just doesn't like me, what's the solution?

My mind is still there, I can't tell if it's my wife going up, and I asked him, then did you marry her?

He said vaguely, maybe he was married, or maybe he didn't.

I asked, why?

He said that he almost got married, but he was robbed on the day he got married.

I said, it's a pity, you didn't chase it?

He smiled, and suddenly burst into tears and said, no, the person who robbed her was the person she liked, I knew, so I didn't chase it.

I asked again, what do you do?

He said, "I've found another girl to marry."

Oh, that's fine. Since she doesn't like you, it's good to find another one you like. I said.

I didn't respond for a long time, and after a while of silence, I opened my hazy eyes to look at him in the lantern opposite, and I never thought that I would see a crystal vapor in the peach blossoms.

But I only like her!" and he burst into tears.

Then you are still marrying other girls, aren't you harming others? Indignant, I smashed the glass with the wine on it.