Yang Haohui felt more and more that something was wrong.

I don't know why, these days, the residents of Qiyuan against the sky are extremely hospitable, regardless of men, women and children. The owner of the restaurant invited guests, and the owner of the shopping stall paid the bill, and Yang Haohui did not spend a penny since he came to the seven-yuan anti-heavenly capital. He didn't understand why, but it seemed that he had suddenly turned into a big star visiting the fan base, and with a casual wave of his hand, someone would bring tea and water for free.

In fact, this is nothing, it seems to have been infected by the diners in the restaurant a few days ago, and anyone who sees Yang Haohui will give an inexplicable and wonderful thumbs up.

Someone will give him a thumbs up when eating, someone will give a thumbs up when shopping, and even someone will give him a thumbs up when he goes to the toilet, and he will enthusiastically send a few pieces of pulp paper to wipe his buttocks. He feels that now he is like a dynamic in the WeChat circle of friends, and everyone has to give himself a like.

What impressed him the most was the time when he went to take a bath, and there was no shortage of high-quality waters rich in minerals along the coast. Many local vendors bring water into the store and then surround it with pebbles to form a pit, which becomes a unique "sea hot spring". As soon as Yang Haohui entered the bathhouse, he was surrounded by several bathing friends and looked up and down, of course, he still had to give a thumbs up, but this time it didn't seem to be hospitable. One of the uncles who had been staring at him for the longest time patted him on the shoulder, gave him a powerful thumbs up, and said with sincere envy: "Tut-tut, the young man is developed...... It's ahead of its time!"

Yang Haohui didn't understand it a little, but it was definitely not a good thing to think about, because at that moment he saw the shadow of Boss Zhou's stinky hooligan in his uncle's deep gaze.

This phenomenon is obviously not normal, combined with the behavior of the restaurant owner a few days ago, Yang Haohui feels that the residents of the entire Seven Yuan Heavenly Capital seem to be tacitly implementing a certain plan, but he really doesn't understand which plan is based on "like" as the core. Even with Mo Meng, a small landowner, he seems to be a little too friendly to the local residents.

Something like this is still happening, like today.

February 10, 619 A.D., the last day of Yang Haohui's expected holiday trip, is also the annual fireworks festival in the Eastern Metaverse to celebrate the Eros Festival.

The fireworks festival starts at night, and it is natural that it will not be idle during the day. Early in the morning, Mo Meng took him to visit the Baiyu Ancient Temple, which is a historic temple located on the north side of the Seven Yuan Heavenly Capital, with high bricks behind the reef wall, and the central temple with green eaves and green tiles is filled with cigarette smoke. Naturally, there is no concept of Buddhism in the Tianyuan Realm, and there is no Buddha statue in the meditation room, but instead there is a Shenyin statue with a turtle shell on its back, gold beads in its mouth, and a fish's head and snake tail. To be honest, it's strange that these traits come together in a single creature, but it's quite cute to look at it for a long time. I heard Mo Meng say that this is the "Lucky Beast" of the Eastern Yuan Realm, an unknown Sea Yuan Beast, but it seems that it was extinct before the Great Holy War. Because of its homonym "Fu Shou", it was used by the residents of the Eastern Yuan Realm as an auspicious omen to pray for blessings and children.

There is a bluestone trough pool at the entrance of the temple, with built-in salt water. It's like in the original world, people would sprinkle salt at the door in ancient times to ward off evil things, although the two places are different worlds, but after all, they are mainly human beings, and the customs and habits are similar, and the Eastern Yuan Realm, a region where all customs revolve around the sea and water, also has the custom of purifying oneself with salt. Yang Haohui followed the customs, learned to wash his hands with salt water in the way of Mo Meng, and then dusted his body with the velvet ears placed next to the pool, which is quite similar to the so-called hand-mouth ceremony.

Yang Haohui has little interest in religious customs, but he can't stand Mo Meng clamoring to come and worship the wishing tree here. This is also one of the local customs, every year on the Eros Festival, this white jade temple will hang ninety-nine "gramophone snails" with red ropes on the tallest pink cherry branches in the courtyard. As the name suggests, this prop conch and the gramophone function are the same. The person who makes the wish will leave his most sincere wish on that day and pray that the Lucky Beast will help him to make his wish come true in the coming year.

After worshipping Fushou and shaking the blessing bell, Mo Meng couldn't wait to step on the clogs and trot to the wishing tree to leave a message, Yang Haohui was not interested, and walked to the corner of a side temple to wait. People come and go in the ancient temple, most of them are young men and women, and they are all sweet words floating in the air when they listen to it. It is not difficult to understand that Eros Day is indispensable for lovers. However, even if he is in love, he can't resist the enthusiasm of the people of the Eastern Yuan Realm, but anyone who sees him will give him a familiar thumbs up. Yang Haohui was speechless, so he had to look around and Chundang didn't see it.

Before he could look at it for a few seconds, a seven or eight-year-old Mixiu flashed in front of him. Don't look at the fact that the monks of the Eastern Metaverse are different from the original world, their heads are all bright. He was holding a golden fairy flower in his hand, and he actively approached Yang Haohui and asked Yo Haringjun (donor), do you need to buy a flower?

Yang Haohui looked at his little Mi Xiu, and sighed helplessly, secretly thinking that there was still this here in the Tianyuan Realm

Trick, kid, you're looking for the wrong person, I'm still your predecessor when it comes to selling flowers.

Before he went to work at Boss Zhou's computer stall, he did a lot of dirty work, and for a while, he went to the workers' body to help sell roses. 15 pieces each, divided into two yuan. What he wants to do is to stick it up like a dog skin plaster, and when he sees a couple, he just aims directly at men. I was invited by a child

It's not easy to refuse, and most of the people who can mix the body are stupid and have a lot of money, and in order to pretend to be wide in front of their girlfriends, they will generally help the business.

It is said that it is a discount, and the prices of tourist attractions are about the same as those of Ma Leizi, and the price of the opening is the seller's word, and the ring is quasi-fried. With work experience, Yang Haohui naturally won't fall for this evil, and he has neither money nor a girlfriend. He shook his head and said thank you for leaving without turning around, but he didn't think that Xiao Mixiu was quite persevering, and ran to him again, saying that Ling Jun is so diligent and thrifty Xiao Mi really admires it, and today should be fate, this flower is for you!

"You guys, right? There was a restaurant owner who was basically the same as you said last time!" Yang Haohui still brought the golden fairy flower. If you don't pick it up when you go out, you lose it, this is his code of conduct.

"How could it be? Xiao Mi only saw Ling Junren...... The dragon and phoenix among the people, the best of heaven. Get ...... Today You can see that three lives are worthy of it. The admiration is still ...... It's like a big whirlpool tide surging endlessly, and I can't help but want to send you away. "Xiao Mixiu said a little stumbling.

"You didn't have a hard back, did you?" said Yang Haohui.

"Yes, yes, especially the third sentence...... I didn't memorize it, and the master wanted to play the handboard......" Xiao Mixiu immediately lowered his face and complained bitterly, but after a while, he immediately reacted, and his hands were folded in a dignified manner, "Ling Jun is too worried, these are all Xiao Mi's heartfelt words." ”

"How long have you been carrying it?"

"I just had a ...... last night I didn't eat ...... dinner."

This kid is a little silly...... Yang Haohui thought to himself, but just right, the silly boy is always easier to deal with than the restaurant owner.

"Little master, is it right that the monks don't speak?" Yang Haohui said.

"Monks?" Xiao Mixiu was stunned.

"It's just that Mishu can't lie, right?" Yang Haohui translated the words into the version of the Tian Yuan Realm.

Xiao Mixiu didn't understand what he meant, and nodded subconsciously.

"It's easy to follow the rules. Yang Haohui leaned over and touched his bald head, the action was intimate, but there was a sinister look like a human trafficker on his face, "Look at it, you didn't memorize it well and lied, I saw the old gentleman in the meditation room when I worshiped ......the blessed beast just now, is it your master?

"Don't!" Xiao Mixiu was stunned and lowered his head very aggrieved.

"Good. Yang Haohui felt that he really had a talent for bullying children, so he shook the flower in his hand, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Xiao Mixiu scratched his head: "Actually, I don't know very well, it was all made by the master." ”

"What do you want to do?" asked Yang Haohui.

Xiao Mixiu scratched his head again: "He asked me to find a way to make Lingjun happy, that flower was originally given to you, but it was very embarrassing to send it directly." ”

"So you're pretending to sell me, and if I do buy it, you'll be able to earn a tip. Don't buy it and give it away?"

Xiao Mixiu blushed and nodded embarrassedly.

Yang Haohui pondered for a moment: "Is your master entrusted by someone?"

He asked the most crucial question, the unusual enthusiasm of the local residents in the past few days was obviously for some purpose, some kind of purpose in the mouth of the restaurant owner to "help", Xiao Mixiu's words had proved his conjecture very well. There has always been some kind of invisible and intangible encirclement around him, an encirclement of the people of the entire capital. Although he didn't need to spend money because of this, it still made him feel a little uncomfortable when he thought about it.

It is impossible for everyone to spontaneously take this kind of behavior to please him, there is definitely a mastermind behind this.

"Hmm, doesn't Ling Jun know?" Xiao Mixiu looked a little surprised.

"So what the hell should I know?" Yang Haohui was helpless, and the owner of the hotel also asked this question, and everyone seemed to be chattering.

"This ......" Xiao Mixiu began to scratch his head again, this child seemed to be embarrassed to do this, and after a moment he folded his salute, "You said that monks don't speak, so I had to say nothing." ”

"Aren't you afraid that I will sue your master?" Yang Haohui frowned.

"This matter makes Jun sue Xiao Mi can't say it. Xiao Mixiu smiled bitterly for a while, and suddenly stretched out his extremely familiar thumb, and said sincerely: "But please believe that it is definitely a good thing." Thank you for staying to this day, and tonight's fireworks festival will tell you all about it. ”

......

The trip to the Baiyu Ancient Temple took longer than expected, and by the time Yang Haohui and Mo Meng came out, it was already dusk. Not only was it caused by the excessive number of people in line, Mo Meng made a wish and then pulled Yang Haohui to the legal circulation office of the ancient temple and asked for a heart-shaped white jade. Listening to Mo Meng said that the heart-shaped white jade is also known as "heart blood jade", the stone material is yang haohui is unknown, the appearance is as white as the moon and the center is a little pink. The production process is also quite mysterious, and the old Mixiu who is in charge of the sale pulls Mo Meng behind a bright yellow curtain for half an hour before it comes out again. When she came out, Mo Meng's face was slightly pale, but she was smiling, she held the heart blood jade and bowed to Lao Mixiu to thank him, and Lao Mixiu replied with a powerful thumbs up from the two.

The sky was getting darker, and the huge fiery red sun wheel gradually sank into the distance where the sea and the sky met, but the entire Seven Yuan Anti-Heaven was brighter. At the beginning of the lanterns, countless shaking lamps hanging on the eaves of the house were brightened, and the subtle wind chimes became clear, just like the first encounter between the sun and the capital.

The shopkeepers, who have been open for a day, are not tired, and they use colorful paper cutouts to decorate their shops, and the navy-blue flags are replaced by pink lanterns made of lantern koi. The streets were full of pedestrians, from groups of young teenagers eating, drinking, and farting in front of food vendors, to young girls peeking around about what kind of hanger they were wearing, to half-sized urchins running around and ending up in front of a toy vendor.

Of course, there are more couples walking together, the girls draw sideburns and eyebrows, and the corners of their eyes are filled with small green boxes with heart-shaped stickers attached to their lovers. And the boys held the hands of the girls they liked and whispered their love words.

This cosy capital city is unusually lively, and everything is heralding the opening of the annual prosperous fireworks festival of the Seven Yuan Rebellion.

Yang Haohui and Mo Meng strolled through the familiar but new streets, each holding a floating puffer fish that was sometimes swollen and sometimes shriveled. I don't know which Japanese comic Mo Meng learned from.,Insist that the festival and "balloon" are the best combination.。

The two walked for a long time without communication, and today's Mo Meng was unusually quiet, just lowered her head, as if she was thinking about something. On weekdays, this girl who likes to be lively should be jumping excitedly. And Yang Haohui is as boring as ever, as long as there is no need to speak, the eight poles can't poke a fart at him.

"Brother Yang. The clogs on his side suddenly stopped, and Yang Haohui turned his head to look at her.

"What?"

"Let's go see the fireworks. ”

"Aren't you going now?" Yang Haohui wondered, "It seems to be in the middle of the capital, the square there." ”

"No, don't go there. Mo Meng raised her head, her fair little face was full of seriousness, and the light of the shaking lamp was reflected in her dark eyes, like a pearl.

Yang Haohui knew this look, it was the look in this girl's eyes when she made up her mind. He didn't understand why Mo Meng was suddenly serious, but only subconsciously, he didn't dare to look directly at the dazzling light in her eyes.

Something is about to happen, and that's the answer to all the anomalies of recent days, on this night when fireworks are about to go off.

"Where are you going?" asked Yang Haohui after a moment of silence.

"A beautiful place. Mo Meng suddenly smiled, "That's our special seat." ”

......

The road was not far, Mo Meng took Yang Haohui into the side of the street and headed all the way east. The street vendors and pedestrians on both sides of the road are gradually thinning out, and more vegetation and trees are appearing. At the same time, Yang Haohui could also feel that the ground under his feet was slowly steepening, and Mo Meng seemed to be climbing a certain mound or mountain peak with him. However, Yang Haohui is not worried about being taken to such an inaccessible place, he trusts Mo Meng unconditionally, and has always been like this.

The ground gets steeper as you go, and the surrounding trees get thicker. Although it is late winter, in the Eastern Metaverse, a place where the seasons are like spring, the clusters of wildflowers are still purple and red. This was the first time Yang Haohui had seen other vegetation in this cherry blossom capital, and occasionally wanted to crouch down to observe, but Mo Meng stopped him. She pulled Yang Haohui's steps faster and faster, until she began to trot. The road under their feet was not smooth, full of uneven stones, and it was by no means easy to walk in clogs. But Mo Meng was still in a hurry, and took out his pocket watch from time to time to check, as if he was in a hurry.

The journey up the mountain was unusually long, until the sun was completely set and the sky was completely dark. The moonlight shone through the cracks in the dense canopy of the trees overhead, like fine fragments of crystal. They made their way through a tunnel of trees and flowers until the end.

A tomb stands silently at the end.

Epitaph Mother Lai Yuemeng.

Yang Haohui was surprised, and he turned his head to look at Mo Meng. I found that she was kneeling with her hands folded, and there was no joy in her eyes, but there was no sadness. It's just tenderness, nostalgia, and a touch of attachment.

"Mom, I'm back. Mo Meng said with a smile.

Without asking any more questions, Yang Haohui sighed lightly, knelt on the ground, and placed the golden fairy flower on top of the tombstone. Mo Meng looked at the boy beside him who was concentrating on worship with his eyes closed, he didn't delve into it or ask, he just quietly accompanied her, and the lines of his side face were clean and simple.

As always, this boy with an indifferent appearance has a heart that is more gentle and respectful than anyone else, just like their first encounter, the boy resolutely rescued himself as a "robber" and returned home.

Mo Meng couldn't help but laugh stupidly.

In her heart, with a voice like a mosquito, she spoke unspoken words to her mother.

"Mom, I'm back, take me with you...... Favorite people. ”

To be continued......