Zong Shuhan and Xu Zhao chatted very happily, Xu Xianglin accompanied a few wines, and felt that it was a bit redundant to stay here, first, he couldn't catch up with the conversation, he didn't know what to say, and secondly, it was not too early, he was worried about Feng Ziying, and he was anxious to meet, so he looked for a goodbye and retreated.

Xu Xianglin hurried to the study, Ruolan and Sanjiu had been waiting for a long time, bolted the door, and the three of them left the house in a hurry. Since beating Feng Ziying and leaving the Xu Mansion, Xu Zhao finally felt at ease, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. In the past, Ah Diao was loyal to his master Xu Zhaona, and often gave advice, Xu Zhao also trusted him very much, and almost always consulted with him when he encountered important and difficult matters, and the trick to frame Feng Ziying a few days ago was set up by him to trick Xu Zhao.

Who would have thought that he was as timid as a mouse, Xu Xianglin pretended to be a ghost and scared him out, so that the East Window incident almost endangered the future and fate of the Xu family, and because of this, Xu Zhao was very disappointed in him and gradually stopped trusting him.

Since then, Xu Zhao's discipline of Xiang Lin no longer seems to be as strict as before, and Diao has also been ordered not to stare at him anymore. It was a good day and an auspicious day, but Ah Diao couldn't be happy, he was depressed all day long, his eyebrows were cold, and he hid in the house alone and drank alcohol, Xu Zhao hadn't sent him to do anything for several days. Even so, whenever Xu Zhao sent him to be busy with some insignificant idle things, he was still complimented and obedient, and accompanied him with a smile, but this smile seemed to have a blade hidden in it, and his heart seemed to be pregnant with a ghost fetus.

During the Yuanchen Festival, the stone bridge alley is no longer as bleak and lonely as before, the pedestrians are bustling, the paving is all over the place, the golden hairpin and cardamom carry the flower basket, laughing and selling, the alley comes, the alley goes, and the back and forth does not stop. Beauty-loving ladies and women, happy words and laughter, flower branches in buns, holding a piece of incense, innocent children, you chase me, shuttle through the crowd, play in the flower alley.

Qinglian accompanied Feng Ziying to stroll to the stone bridge early, Wang set up a flower stall at the mouth of the east lane, Qinglian helped her mother take care of the stall again, Feng Ziying stayed on the bridge alone, picked up the scattered flower branches, and looked forward to it while playing.

Xu Xianglin hurried to catch up slowly or was more than half an hour late, the pedestrians on the bridge came and went, bustling and crowded, he squeezed through the crowd, and saw Ziying standing on the edge of the bridge railing at a glance, so different, so pure and immortal. Xu smiled at Lin Mei, quietly touched over and hid behind him, Feng Ziying pouted and looked around, as if he was a little lost, picking flowers and leaves with one hand, and then throwing them under the bridge woodenly, although the ice under the bridge was not completely thawed, but it also melted the hole, and the water was flowing at the bottom, and the flowers and leaves fell into it, and after a few turns, they slowly went away with the flowing water. Xu Xianglin picked up a bouquet of flower branches and stretched out his hand to hand it to her, Feng Ziying was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly turned his head, staring at Xu Xianglin's affectionate and heroic eyes at a glance.

"Ziying, I'm here." Xu Xianglin smiled lightly, Feng Ziying stared at him stupidly for a long time, tears filled his eyes, the flower branches fell into his arms, and smiled at him after a while, Jun is not there, Baili Huahong has no intention of love, if you come, a cut of cold plums and begonias, Xu Xianglin is also stupid, Feng Ziying in front of him turned into jade butterflies, and he was drunk with a smile, which was so beautiful that he didn't eat the fireworks in the world, and his heart was about to break.

"Hey, idiot..."Feng Ziying whispered softly, Xu Xianglin came back to his senses, and was a little overwhelmed, and stammered: "I.. Let's go walk the alley, it's lively. Feng Ziying smiled lightly, took his hand and walked towards the alley.

Sanjiu and Ruolan fought together, stopped and stopped, and searched for a long time to find the two, Ruolan blamed Sanjiu for grinding, and forgot about the business when she saw delicious and fun, Sanjiu refuted angrily, and the two of them quarreled inexplicably, Feng Ziying and Xu Xianglin couldn't cry or laugh when they saw this, and finally Ruolan didn't want to pay attention to him, but Sanjiu had to drag her to see the flowers, he wanted to buy one for her, Ruolan thought about it or don't disturb Sister A and Gongzi, so she reluctantly followed Sanjiu to wander elsewhere.

"Xiang Lin, I didn't say goodbye last time, I was really helpless, and now I still blame myself in my heart, you won't blame me, right..." Feng Ziying held his arm with both hands, spoke softly, and kept thinking about this matter in her heart, when she thought that if she left away from home last time, I am afraid that she would not even have the opportunity to see him in the future, the more she thought about it, the more she blamed herself, and blamed herself for being too impulsive and hasty.

Xu Xianglin lightly inserted the flower branch into her soft bun, sniffed the fragrance again, and said with a faint smile: "Ziying, let the past pass, how can I hold a grudge against you, the city is still the city, Shiqiao Lane is still the familiar place, you are still the same you, even if you can't be accompanied by the morning and twilight, as long as the two hearts depend on each other, what's the matter with the ends of the world." ”

Feng Ziying smiled, and didn't want to dwell on this, but asked: "Hmph, why don't you come to see me these days... The house is not very far from the house..."Xu Xianglin raised his head and sighed: "I don't want to see you every day, but I'm worried that my father will be suspicious again and explore your whereabouts. Although my father and I have spoken first, it is better to have more than one thing to do, only in this way can you live in Qinglian's house with peace of mind. Feng Ziying sighed, lowered her head and coiled her fingers, and then raised her head and stared at his soft and affectionate eyes, her heart was as warm as a flower, she asked him on purpose.

As he walked, Xu Xianglin suddenly stopped and stared at her repeatedly, as if he remembered something important, and hurriedly asked, "Ziying, your legs?" Feng Ziying stood still and said: "Don't say it, Liang Gong is really a miracle doctor, I took medicine according to the prescription he prescribed, and I feel a lot better, but I have worked hard Ruolan and Qinglian..." ”

Feng Ziying said: "Well, then I'll find a bigger wine gourd for him." Talking and laughing, Ruolan and Sanjiu rushed over, and they heard the old man of the stall say that the temple fair was held in the east of the city, and there were crowds of people, so they thought about going to join in the fun. Ziying and Xiang Lin also finished walking through most of the flower alleys, and were thinking about where to go for a stroll, when they heard Ruolan say this, a few people went to the east of the city leisurely.

The temple fair will be held every festival, especially the New Year Dynasty and the Shangyuan Festival, the gongs and drums are noisy, the firecrackers are ringing, in the Confucian Temple, the incense is burned and the King Kong is recited, the three sacrifices are drunk, the ritual music is leisurely, and the man dance is beautiful; In the City God Temple, Ji Xin God respects the might, blesses the wind and rain, and the country is peaceful and peaceful; In the Temple of the God of Wealth, worship Zhao Gongming, and wrap thousands of dollars around your waist... Close your eyes and pray for what you want, twist incense and kneel to pray that your wish will come true.

Among the many temples, the Chenghuang Temple in the east of the city is the most lively and festive, the travelers are one after another, the fireworks are curling, all the lives kneel and bow to the head, the furnace smoke is lingering, the stage outside the temple is more than ten, the people and inkmen are light tea, the officials and the rich are praised, the strings are melodious, the singing and dancing are leveled, the street elephant people are dancing lions, the gongs and drums are accompanied, the old and the young are all vying for the eyes, the praise and joy come one after another, the artists show their talents, the people gather around to watch the supernatural powers, the street stalls are connected one after another, the exquisite paper kite clay sculpture is beautiful, the beautiful hairpin hairpin head phoenix, the dazzling array of dazzling, the crispy rice cake candy cake, it is mouth-watering. All this, the whole city is immersed in a peaceful and lively festive atmosphere.

The east of the city is crowded, Sanjiu and Ruolan frolicking and don't know where to go, Xu Xianglin and Feng Ziying have worshiped the god of the city god and the sage of Kong and wandered around, there is a stall on the street, which is full of villains of different colors, paper stacks, clay sculptures, wood carvings, almost everything, all look vivid, lifelike.

Feng Ziying has never seen such a delicate and agile villain, his eyes are obsessed, he can't put it down, the stall owner is an old man, and his grandson is standing next to him, about seven or eight years old, his little face is flushed, and he said in a childish tone: "Sister, buy one, these villains are all made by my grandfather, but they are beautiful!" As he spoke, he took out a small wooden figure from his arms, and hurriedly took it back before he could see it clearly, which may be his favorite villain. Feng Ziying squatted beside him, touched his head lovingly, smiled happily, got up and carefully selected a few with Xiang Lin, and paid for two.

After a burst of cheers, a man and a woman walked out behind the curtain, dressed in simple clothes, affectionate duet, word cloud: Remembering Mei Xia Xizhou, folding plum to send Jiangbei. The single shirt is apricot red, and the double sideburns are young color. Where is Xizhou? Two-oars bridgehead crossing. The twilight of the shrike flies, and the wind blows the black mortar tree. Under the tree is in front of the door, and the door is dewed. If you don't open the door, you will go out to pick red lotus. Picking lotus in Nantang autumn, lotus over the head. Bow your head and get lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water. In the sleeve of the lotus, the lotus heart is completely red. Yi Lang Lang did not come, looking up at Feihong. The sea dream is long, and I am also worried. The south wind knows what I want, and dreams to Xizhou...

That's it, the audience cheered, Feng Ziying was fascinated by it, and kept clapping her hands, Xu Xianglin said: "This song is the lyrics of the Song Dynasty, but I don't know who made it, it's a pity." Feng Ziying said: "I hope that a lover will eventually become a family." She looked at him ashamedly, but he took her hand tightly.

"Ziying, I'll take you somewhere." Xu Xianglin pulled her to squeeze through the crowd, and rushed to the city gate excitedly, Feng Ziying looked dazed, curious to ask, Xu Xianglin took care of himself, deliberately did not speak, about half an hour, he stopped at the quiet path on the east side of the city, looked around, but saw that the road was overgrown with weeds, dead trees, and broken branches and leaves almost covered the path, and it seemed that no one had walked on this road for a long time. Feng Ziying asked, "Xiang Lin, what kind of place is this?" Xu Xianglin leaned forward further, and after a while, he was shocked and happy, and carried Ziying across the broken branches and stones, and went straight to the depths of the hidden path.

There is a small ancestral hall built here, simple and old, the branches and leaves in front of the hall are piled up, the green tiles on the top are crumbling, the peach branches are pitiful, the wild grass is still clinging, the wind passes without a trace, the swallow leaves no intention, how to say how much sadness. After sighing, the east wind passed, I wanted to be desolate, a peach blossom caught my eyes, Feng Ziying was overjoyed, walked over and took a look, a peach tree that has not yet bloomed has opened a branch first, pink and white, swaying with the wind, it seems that it can no longer bear the delay in the coming spring March.

There is no door in the ancestral hall, and the dust on the plaque is covered, Feng Ziying took a closer look and said: "Yuelao Temple? Looking at Xu Xianglin softly from the side, he said happily: "That's right, it is the ancestral hall of the old immortal master of the moon." I came here when I was a child, but I didn't expect that more than ten years had passed, and for some reason, the ancestral hall was abandoned like this. After that, he took Ziying's hand and stepped into the hall, fluttering around the beams, dusty all over the ground, but the statue of the immortal master was spotless, smiling, there were red candles burning on the table, and the red paper next to it was stacked, and the red rope was wisps, so it seems that the ancestral hall here is still taken care of by kind-hearted people.

The two of them cleaned the ancestral hall, then knelt down to worship the old moon, rose and fell three kowtows, prayed quietly, the wind came and fell the red rope, the two looked at each other affectionately, and the hands were red. That's it, Xu Xianglin picked up Ziying, took out a wood carving villain from his arms and put it in the palm of her hand, and said softly: "This is what I carved with my own hands and gave it to you." The wooden figure was himself, with a peach heart engraved on his left chest, and an English character engraved on it, and although the whole child did not look so delicate, it took him seven whole days' work.

Feng Ziying looked at it stupidly, and gradually burst into tears, when she found the English word, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and the rolling tears hit the wooden man, she raised her eyes to look at Xiang Lin, and suddenly smiled. Xu Xianglin wiped away the tears on her face and said, "I have you in my heart, Mu Xinying, when I am not by your side, it will accompany you for me." Feng Ziying smiled and nodded, and then slowly took out a thing, it was a sachet, exquisite, fragrant and soaked in the nose, and the side of the bag outlined a Lin character with delicate brocade silk.