On the seventh day of July, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispered in the middle of the night, the days and the earth were long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasted forever. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The middle two sentences "In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth I wish to be a branch." In this way, it was omitted by the resentful Bai Zhi.

Rong Ze looked at her dog-like calligraphy, raised his eyebrows rarely, and said, "I forgot, today is the seventh day of the seventh month of July." ”

"What happened on the seventh day of the seventh month?" Bai Zhi muttered absently, continuing to waste his good ink, planning to draw a flower or something in a blank space.

"Tanabata." Rong Ze took off her brush and put it down: "Come with me." ”

"What are you doing, I'm practicing calligraphy."

"If you really want to practice calligraphy, I'll go back and find a calligraphy book for you, it's just a waste of my pen and ink to practice like this." As he spoke, he put Yaoqin on his back, dragged her, and walked out of the door quickly.

"What are you going to do?"

"Isn't it your holiday? Take you for the holidays. ”

Bai Zhi thought for a while: "Isn't it the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh month, and it's not even the fifteenth day of July, right?" ”

Ghost Festival...... Midyear Festival?

Rong Ze squinted at her and patiently explained: "Today is Daughter's Day." ”

"I'm a ghost, what kind of Daughter's Day is it? But! Bai Zhi shook off his hand and turned to walk towards Qingyiguan.

Rong Ze stood fixedly, and when he saw her stop at the door, he looked at her expressionlessly.

Bai Zhi was furious by him, and within a moment of defeat, she could only walk down the steps helplessly: "What are you staring at, your eyes are reasonable?" ”

Rong Ze motioned for her to move forward, and Bai Zhi pursed her lips: "If you are sick, you won't let me become an adult, what kind of Daughter's Day." ”

Rong Ze was still complaining about himself when he heard her words, and he didn't bother with her words, only grabbed her wrist, turned a few alleys, and walked into the main street of the imperial capital.

Due to Tanabata, there is no curfew tonight.

Bai Zhi looked up at the sky, only to see the starry sky, but she couldn't tell which one was the Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Bai Zhi doesn't understand the rules of spending Qixi Festival in a friendly country, but when she sees men and women walking on the street, it must be similar to modern times, presumably in addition to Daughter's Day, it is also a festival between lovers.

However, she and Rong Ze are not lovers or anything, what is the matter with him on the holiday, after thinking about it, she complained: "It would be nice if I replaced you with Yao." ”

Rong Ze glanced at her, didn't say anything, bought some snacks at a street stall and carried them in his hands.

Bai Zhi looked at it and was depressed again: "What are you doing when you buy these, I can't eat them." ”

"I bought it for Wen Xin, he likes it."

Bai Zhi was sullen: "You accompany me out for the festival and buy him food, is this appropriate?" ”

"You can't eat, what can I do?" Rong Ze said helplessly.

Bai Zhi glared at him and pointed to the stall selling jewelry on the side: "I want that, you buy it for me." ”

Rong Ze looked at it, she was referring to a pearl hairpin, silver-plated, decorated with shiny broken gemstones, pouting and saying, "It's too ugly, don't buy it." ”

"What's ugly?"

"Ugly!"

"People ......" Bai Zhiqi's seven orifices smoked, and kicked him depressedly: "You are ugly, your whole family is ugly!" Why is your mouth so poisonous! ”

"Did you know me on the first day? It's long overdue to get used to it. ”

Bai Zhi glared at him, and said in her heart, did you take the wrong medicine? Why is it so angry?

The vendor who sold things glanced at Rong Ze and asked cautiously, "Childe, are you okay?" ”

Bai Zhi then remembered that others couldn't see her, don't look at her and Rong Ze arguing like this, in the eyes of others, it was Rong Ze himself who was talking to himself, and couldn't help but smile gloatingly: "Let you not be virtuous in your mouth, and be treated as a psychopath, right?" Deserve! ”

Rong Ze didn't say a word, and dragged her into the crowd.

The emperors of the friendly country have a river running through it, and every summer, the river is murmuring and the banks are verdant.

The palace lanterns hanging on the branches illuminate the small river, and the boats in the river move slowly.

Bai Zhi tugged at Rong Ze's clothes, pointed to the boat and said, "I want to take a boat!" ”

Just now, at Bai Zhi's request, Rong Ze had already bought a bunch of useful and useless things, and now he wanted to take a boat again, not because he felt sorry for the silver, but because she ...... It seems that he doesn't understand the rules of a friendly country at all.

"Are you sure?" Rong Ze hugged a bunch of things and asked again and again.

"Sure, where are they going? It looks like it's quite far away. ”

"This river runs from west to east, crossing the imperial capital, and there is a beggar tree in the place where it goes out of the city, and it stops there."

"Beggy? Then let's go too. ”

There is a place to rent a boat by the river, Bai Zhi saw that the people who came to take the boat were all a man and a woman, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, but after thinking about it, she didn't know why, so she urged Rong Ze to hurry up.

Rong Ze paid, the two of them got on the boat, and the rowing was an old man about fifty years old, the old man was not willing to rent it to them at first, Rong Ze paid twice the price, and the old man was relieved.

Bai Zhi sat on the boat, looking left and right, the candle flame on the shore was not very bright, and the faint light was cast on Rong Ze's face, illuminating his face with a few edges and corners.

Bai Zhi couldn't help but look at him twice, and was about to tease him for a few words, when he saw that the old man rowing behind him was also looking at him, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

"Rong Ze, what's wrong with this old man? He seems to have something to say? Bai Zhi pointed to the old man rocking the boat behind him.

"Nothing, don't ask anything."

Bai Zhi's curiosity was aroused, and she felt uncomfortable without asking, so she continued to look at the old man and found that his face was really strange.

When he was puzzled, the old man spoke, only to hear him ask in a surprising voice: "Childe, are you widowed?" Do you want to continue the strings? My old woman is a very famous matchmaker in this imperial capital......"

"Shut up!"

Widowed? Continuation? Bai Zhi was stunned by these two words, and hurriedly grabbed Rong Ze's arm and said, "Where did he see that you were widowed?" Could it be that your wife is written on your face? ”

"Ah Zhi, if you don't want me to sink Yaoqin to the bottom, shut up for me, otherwise ......" Rong Ze snorted, but it was full of threat.

Bai Zhi stuck out her tongue, looked at the old man curiously, and said in her heart, where did this old man see Rong Zeke's wife? No, it's widowed! How could he be so sure that Rong Ze was widowed?

The old man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, Rong Ze suddenly pinched his fingers and swiped lightly in the air, and the old man's mouth immediately closed tightly.

But seeing Rong Ze looking at him with bad intentions, Bai Zhi pursed her lips and smiled: "I'll shut up and don't say anything." ”

It is said to be a thousand-year-old tree that is as big as 10 people hugging, and it is decorated with sachets of various colors.

When Bai Zhi arrived, she saw a woman sitting under the tree, and there were red paper, pen and ink, sachets and other items on the table in front of the woman.

Rong Ze paid the money and took a pen and paper to her: "Write down your wishes, hang them up, and it will come true!" ”

Bai Zhi hesitated for a moment: "Anything written will come true?" I want to be an adult? Can it be done? ”

"This, presumably not, if you want, I can write a try for you."

Seeing that he was about to put pen to paper, Bai Zhi hurriedly stopped him: "Forget it, write a wish that will not come true, waste an opportunity in vain, you can write 'The years are quiet, and you are safe'!" ”

"It's fine." Rong Ze's handwriting is very neat, and the place where the pen is closed is implied to be sharp.

When Bai Zhi was admiring his words, the woman suddenly said, "Childe, do you want to continue the strings?" ”

As soon as Rong Ze's hand was forced, the brush broke into two in his hand.