The "chopping board" that Xiao Yi gave first is indeed as he said, and it is a place that few people visit in this city. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Because it is the private residence of the previous city governor, the garden pattern is exquisite, and the environment is quiet and secluded.

The garden faces the Rouge Bridge in the west of the city, and under the bridge is the purple-red Rouge Pond.

Today is the Midyear Festival, looking across the bridge, I saw the night market on the other side of the river is bustling, and the lights are like day.

The master who sells wontons on the street has a happy look on his face, his cheeks are red from the fire, and his hands are constantly wrapped in wontons, and from time to time he uses a small silver kettle to pour water into the boiling pot.

Suddenly, a blue-faced, fanged face popped out from behind the master.

The master was startled, and a wonton was suddenly crushed in the palm of his hand.

"Xiaohuan, don't make trouble." The man in white smiled with three points of helplessness.

When Xie Huan heard this, he pushed the Kunlun slave mask on his face to the top of his head, and pouted, "Boss, two bowls of wonton~"

Master Wanton was not surprised, looked at her with a smile, wiped his hands and got busy.

Shen Zhiheng pulled her to sit down on a wide bench.

"Do you eat coriander?" Xie Huan threw the mask on the table.

Shen Zhiheng nodded, "I don't pick." ”

"Master! Coriander in both bowls! Xie Huan raised his voice and was very happy.

"Okay—"

Xie Huan smiled and patted him on the shoulder across the table, "Those who know food are Junjie, glutton!" ”

The young man in white has crooked eyebrows and eyes, and the silver line cloud lines are shining under the mundane lights.

"The pavilion master usually likes to visit the night market?"

"My mother loves to eat these." Shen Zhiheng frowned, "Don't call it that outside." ”

Two bowls of steaming wontons were served on the table.

Xie Huan blew twice at random, picked one and put it in his mouth tentatively, the words were slurred, "Then what should I do?" I can't call them by their first names, can I? ”

"You are free," Shen Zhiheng poured some vinegar and stirred it like noodles, "I don't pick it." ”

"Balanced? Shen Zhiheng? ”

"Uh-huh——!" Shen Zhiheng took a sip of soup with a small white spoon, "Make do." ”

"You say, let's let Li Baiqiao take the craftsmen to repair the garden, will it become a cave house when we go back?"

Shen Zhiheng glanced at her amusedly, "Cave room? ”

Xie Huan was a little embarrassed by his laughter, and hurriedly lowered his head, concentrating on studying the oil flowers in the wonton soup.

"He didn't dare." Shen Zhiheng took a bite of wonton lightly, "He's afraid that I'll find him a girl." ”

The smell of smoke from the wood stove mixed with the aroma of wonton was permeating, and the two were sweating a little while eating, chatting happily. Xie Huan raised his head suddenly, and suddenly found that there was an extra girl next to Shen Zhiheng.

This girl looks like fifteen or sixteen, a small jasper, slender and slender, and carries a rabbit lamp in her hand.

With a timid expression, he boldly took a step towards Shen Chiheng.

"Childe?"

Shen Zhiheng put down the little white spoon and looked back with a smile, "What's the matter with the girl?" ”

"Little Girl...... My father was on the other side......" The girl blushed slightly and pointed to the stall across the street.

The two looked over, and sure enough, there was a man with a lantern tied with a batch of bamboo strips and colored paper, looking up at them from time to time.

"Little Girl..... Destined for Childe...... Just pierced ......"

The girl played with the broken hair in her ears, a little helpless, took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "The little girl just learned to tie a rabbit lamp with her father, and she wants to ...... I want to give it to Childe......"

Shen Zhiheng clasped his hands, his starry eyes shining, and waited patiently for the girl to finish speaking.

"That's right," Shen Zhiheng smiled gently.

turned to Xie Huan, with a spring breeze on his face, "Daughter, take it for your father." ”

Xie Huan suddenly choked on a mouthful of wonton, and coughed non-stop.

The girl was stupid.

The hand handing the rabbit lantern was still deadlocked, and the eyes of the two autumn water flashed with tears of shame.

Shen Zhiheng was especially not enough, the cloud was light and light, "Daughter, you can take what the young lady gave you, right?" Don't like it? I don't like to take it home, doesn't my brother like rabbits the most? ”

Xie Huan was speechless, afraid that this girl would cry on the street, so he quickly nodded and took it with both hands, "Thank you, little sister!" ”

The girl laughed dryly, but it was actually no better than crying, "Ling Zun...... Ling Zun is really young......"

A heart. Click.

Xie Huan was angry and laughed, feeling a little sorry for others on his face, and picked up the Kunlun slave mask on the table, "Etiquette is still exchanged, young lady, I'll give this to you." ”

The girl took off her mask, turned around and ran away as if she had short legs.

The two of them continued to bow their heads in silence and eat wonton.

Shen Zhiheng picked the corners of his mouth, "Call Dad?" ”

"Balance." Xie Huan provoked.

"It's good, that's how it will be called in the future."

"I said you're ......"

"How am I?" Shen Zhiheng was unashamed, "The hundred ghosts of the Midyear Festival are walking at night, and the pavilion master is not interested in Xiao Qianying Ning's belonging. You read a lot of books.,I don't know if the people who come over and talk to me at this time are here to suck people's essence? ”

“......”

After the two finished eating, they paid the wonton money and got up to leave. As the night approaches, the streets are not as crowded with tourists wearing various masks as they have been. Xie Huan's eyes were sharp, and he saw two figures, one tall and one short, standing at the end of the street corner from a distance, and he was immediately stunned.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhiheng's eyes flickered, and he turned sideways slightly, blocking most of her vision.

"Nope." Xie Huan's doubts in his heart were even worse, and he deliberately pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "It seems that I saw two acquaintances, but I didn't see who they were." ”

"So, let's go?" Shen Zhiheng's expression remained unchanged, and he could still see that his whole person was slightly relaxed, "That Nie Xiaoqian reminded me just now, in the Midyear Festival, two lotus lanterns should be placed." ”

When the night breeze rose, the two put on the spring brocade robes they had prepared when they came, and walked in the direction of the Rouge Bridge without hurrying. Xie Huan walked in front with the rabbit lamp that pinned his heart, and Shen Zhiheng really followed behind like her father with the light.

She remembered what she had just seen.

The small green figure is Ye Ci, and she will definitely not be mistaken.

Who's that tall one?

Looking at the figure, it is somewhat similar to the waiter White Beak who went to see Xiao Yixian and guided them at that time.

Xie Huan's mind flashed two words from Li Baiqiao and Xiao Yixian for a moment.

- What then? Bringing Ye Ci, an old man, can make him a little interested, right?

- What you want, I can't give you right now.

Before you know it, you have walked under the rouge bridge. They came late, and when they raised their eyes, the purple-red rouge pool water had turned into a lotus lamp galaxy. Lamps rub shoulders with each other, candles and lights complement each other. The shore is littered with waste paper wreckage, and it is conceivable that not long ago, it should have been as lively as watching the beheadings at the entrance of the vegetable market.

People are always praying in a swarm, regardless of whether the gods can hear it or not.

Xie Huan shook his head secretly, and casually picked up a small lotus lamp closest to her.

"May the Haiyan River be clear, may the world be peaceful, may I have one heart, and I am willing to live up to Qingqing."

The handwriting is beautiful, the paper lamp is very simple, and the name has not been marked, so it is estimated that he is a scholar.

Xie Huan curled the corners of his mouth, which is quite good.

Pick up another one.

"One wishes Langjun is a thousand years old, two wishes that the concubine is long and healthy, and three wishes are ......"

twitched the corners of his mouth, "Three wishes to redeem a concubine and then set up a mansion." Bifang Lou Panpan Books. ”

Among the floating lotus lanterns, there is a prick of the largest and best, covered by layers of lotus petals, faintly faintly faintly yellowing light.

Xie Huan was a little curious, and tiptoed to reach with his arms.

"The supreme and profound subtle law, millions of calamities and encounters, I have seen and heard it today, and I am willing to understand the true righteousness of the future."

Xie Huan rubbed his eyebrows, too lazy to see what kind of Zen master lay man he was, and threw it back into the pool.

"It's really like a hundred beings......"

Xie Huan looked at it with a voice, and Shen Chiheng stood on the rouge bridge, holding a somewhat shabby paper lotus lamp and beckoning to her, "There are still few lotus lanterns here, do you want to write a 'go with the flow'?" ”

"Where did you get the lamp and pen?!" Xie Huan was dumbfounded.

Pointing to the crimson counting bag, "I brought it, handmade, come to one?" ”

"Done." Xie Huanxin said "Dad", his old man is kind, and it doesn't seem to be very filial if he doesn't write one.

“...... What did you write? ”

Shen Zhiheng pretended to be profound, and said with a Buddha face.

"Yes, I don't ask." Xie Huan picked up the little wolf's pen, but he didn't know where to start.

The lotus lantern was originally to pray for the blessing of the deceased and surpass the dead. It's just that people die like smoke, and she never believes in that. If you have to write, in the twelve years of her life spent under her indifferent and alienated attitude, the only thing that made her feel guilty and remorseful was the little maid in the Songyu Temple - Tan Yi.

Pick up the pen and write a line.

Looking at the lotus lanterns floating in the pond, the brilliance was shining, Xie Huan thought about it, the deceased is already gone, and the one who comes can chase it.

It would be sad and foolish for people to mourn the past.

The bridge gathered the densest night breeze in the summer night, and the young man in white stood long, facing the direction of the long wind, blocking most of her from it.

Xie Huan suddenly burst into tears. Although until now, she has not completely seen through this young man who is not a teenager, but on such a long bridge where the two of them are side by side, she suddenly has a sense of dependence.

She wrote on that horizontal - holding balance.

I felt that it was not enough, so I made up five words. While the young man's sight was still at the end of the flowing water, he quietly placed it on the surface of the pool.

I hope that people will last a long time.