"Well, we're here to ask you something." Fu Anan nodded at him,

"Can you tell me the whole story of the origin of the festival in another version you told last time?"

"Absolutely!" Zhou Jingyou opened the door as he spoke, making an inviting gesture, "If you want to know anything, I can tell you everything." ”

Fu Anan said thank you.

crossed Zhou Jingyou and sat on the sofa with Fu Yizhi.

Zhou Jingyou stood at the door, took a deep breath, and showed a hint of obsession in his eyes - Miss Xiaohua was even more fragrant than yesterday.

Entering the house and pouring a glass of water for the two, Zhou Jingyou looked at Fu An'an, "Miss Xiaohua, do you want to know the story of the love festival about ginger candy?" ”

Fu An'an thought for a moment, "Is there anything earlier than this?" ”

Zhou Jingyou smiled and shook his head, glanced at Fu Yizhi next to her, and said with a little show-off,

"I've read all the books about the love festival in the town library, and the earliest time goes back to seventy years ago, when a small town mayor interviewed the newspaper.

It tells the story of a man and a woman who truly love each other, but their families don't approve of them being together, and the woman's parents even marry her to a powerful bully in the town. '

Speaking of bullies, Zhou Jingyou glanced at Fu Yizhi opposite, paused slightly and continued to speak,

However, on the day of the wedding, the girl resisted, killed the bully, and then committed suicide with the man she wanted.

When the two died with a grudge, they cursed the entire town. The townspeople began to kill each other, and after half a month, the whole town was barely alive and became a dead town.

When the people outside found out, the only survivors were crazy and couldn't tell what was going on.

Later, people from other towns moved here. After the establishment of the village, December 8 became a festival to mourn them, when there was no food, and the specialty ginger candy was used instead.

Later, after various planning, renovation, and commercialization of the town, the content of the story became more and more beautified, and there was even an extra folding day purely to make money. ”

Zhou Jingyou sighed slightly, "If it weren't for this newspaper, I wouldn't have known about it." In order to make money, the story of the love festival has been glorified to such an extent that the young residents of the town probably don't know this story. ”

Fu Anan was also a little surprised, but he didn't expect the original story to be that the whole town was dead.

So what happened in between?

Is there any record of pink dust mist?

It seems that Zhou Jingyou doesn't know.

"Miss Xiaohua, it's not early, can I invite you to dinner?" Zhou Jingyou felt that he was doing well today, so he struck while the iron was hot and invited Fu An'an.

"No, no, thank you!"

Fu Anan refused without thinking about it, since he was not interesting to others, he naturally couldn't let others misunderstand.

Zhou Jingyou was the only one left in the room, smelling the fragrance left in the air, his pupils were slightly red, and he bit a few words in his lips and teeth - "Miss Xiaohua!" ”

After a busy day outside, Fu An'an made a special call when he returned to the room and asked the customer service in the hotel to deliver a big meal.

It was a girl who came to deliver the food.

I brought the tray to the door, but I kept looking into the room.

What's in the room?

Daddy Fu.

Sure enough, he is the kind of person who doesn't take the initiative to provoke, and others will pounce on him.

"Thank you." Fu Anan took the food and pushed it in, and the door closed, cutting off the waiter's sight.

"Brother Fu, eat!"

Fu Anan brought out the food he ordered.

Deep-fried skewers, crab casserole, lobster......

Fu Yizhi glanced at the table, and unconsciously lowered his dietary requirements for Fu An'an in the game to no requirements.