After packing up, Jiang Qingyue went to the entrance of the village, and there were a few friends who played well on weekdays, and they were already waiting at the entrance of the village.

Sure enough, everyone dressed up quietly. Especially the hoarfrost, the appearance of the person was born well, and today people deliberately dress up again, which is more slim and beautiful.

At this moment, Jiang Qingyue was extremely glad that she bought rouge gouache, otherwise she would be ashamed of herself with others.

The town is so lively during the day, what acrobatics, what lion and dragon dances, children cheer and shuttle among them, making the atmosphere of this begging festival high.

This is not the most busy time, the main event is still at night!

When night came, the town that was supposed to be resting was still lit up today. Rows of lanterns hung on the streets, and strings of lanterns hung on the treetops on both sides, illuminating the whole street like daylight.

The evening singer carried a lantern and stood in front of a mask stall, like a child who had never seen it before, and his eyes were full of interest and curiosity.

Seeing that Song Jiu's heart was very sour, it was uncomfortable.

You must know that every year on the begging festival, the town will be lively like this.

"Is there anything you want?" Song Jiu asked as he stood behind him.

There are all kinds of masks on the stalls, and there are so many kinds of masks that people don't know which one to choose.

Wan Ge looked at it for a while, and then reached out and picked out a mask that half covered his face and gestured it on Song Jiu's face, asking him to put it on and try it.

Song Jiu wasn't very interested in these things, but since Wan Ge asked for this, how could he refuse.

picked up the mask and put it on his face, and the momentum of the whole person changed when he put it on, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were heavy. If he were dressed in proper clothes, he would look like a mighty general standing on a horse with a halberd in his hand.

I was a little stunned when I saw the evening song.

"Huh? Not good-looking? ”

Song Yu stretched out his hand to take off the mask, these are all worn by some little girls and boys, he is so big, it is always strange to wear these.

Wan Ge came back to his senses and hurriedly stopped: "It's good-looking, we want this." ”

Song Yu was a little unconvinced, but Wange insisted on this, and he couldn't do it. This thing is not worth two dollars, so I will go with her, as long as she is happy.

"What about you? Don't pick one? ”

When the evening song heard this, she looked at it again, and chose a butterfly wing mask that was also only half covered and made into a hollow edge.

"This?"

"Hmm, is it pretty?" Evening song put on.

"Beautiful."

In his eyes, no matter what he wears or wears, he is good-looking. This is probably what the world says, and there is something in the eyes of a lover.

After paying the money, the two put on their masks and continued to wander along the lively street.

When it came, with a few banging sounds, one after another colorful Guan Tuan rushed up to the sky, exploded above the black curtain, split into countless small points of light like clusters of blooming flowers, and gradually turned into meteors and fell down.

At this moment, everyone in the town stopped and looked at the colorful fireworks in the sky.

"It's beautiful!"

This is the first time that Wange has seen such a grand firework, and she is shocked.

When the fireworks were gone, they bought lanterns and wrote down their wishes and put them into the river, watching them float along the flowing river with many lanterns.

"It's late, we should go back." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wange yawn again.

Playing around, I don't realize that it is the time of day, they have long since stopped at this time of the day, and it is no wonder that the evening song is so sleepy that he can't help yawning.

Evening Song is a little reluctant to go back, the Qiqiao Festival is like this once a year, and this is the first time the two of them have had the Qiqiao Festival, what a pity to go back like this!

Probably knowing what Wan Ge was thinking, Song Jiu pulled people to walk towards the entrance of the village, and told her that there is a begging festival every year, and this year it is gone, and they will watch it together next year. The second half of his life is still long, and he will always accompany her to spend every year on the begging festival.

Regardless of whether future generations can do it, at least listening to these words at this moment, Wange feels very heartwarming, as sweet as honey.

A person who says that he will accompany you to spend the begging festival every year in the future does not seem to be a touching love story, but when you think about it carefully, it is warm.

She doesn't belong much in this life, just one thing, I hope to live a good life with Song Jiu, it doesn't matter if she is poor or not.

Thinking about it, people involuntarily clasped Song Jiu's hand. provoked him to look sideways, as if asking what was wrong?

Wan Ge grinned at people: "Xianggong, you said that you would accompany me every year to celebrate the Begging Festival in the future." What if there is a default? ”

"There will be no breach of contract." Song Ji replied without hesitation: "Since I promised you, I will definitely do my best to do it." How can a manly man be untrustworthy in his words. ”

"That's not good, there are no absolutes in everything." Wan Ge thought for a while: "In this way, if you break the contract, you will promise me one thing." ”

"What's the matter?"

Wan Ge bluntly said that he hadn't thought about it yet, but he just put the conditions there first, and maybe he could use it later.

Song Ji snorted and said that she wouldn't have that chance, and he wouldn't break his promise.

"Then I don't care, you just say okay or not!"

Song Yu stopped and looked down at Wan Ge: "What are you worried about?" ”

was hit by a word, and the evening song kept dancing.

"Why, I'm just saying it casually." The face was calm, but the panic that flashed in his eyes did not escape Song Jiu's eyes. Compared to him, she is still a little tender.

Song Yu raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Don't think about some messy things, that can't happen." After a pause, he said, "If you are worried, I will answer your request." ”

He didn't know why Wan Ge was so uneasy, this was not the first time he had noticed it. Tomorrow life is safe and worry-free, but people are worried in their hearts, as if they are always worried about what will happen.

This matter had to be put on hold at the beginning, and he was determined to find out. Just now......

Looking at the person in front of him who was secretly relieved because of his words, and a smile reappeared on his face, he finally relented.

I don't know when he couldn't see the unhappy and embarrassed expression on her face. Those principles have been broken again and again. is the bottom line that never wavers, and when it comes to people, it also drops again and again, and it is almost not low.

It's amazing to say, after all, he never thought that he would have such a day.

Since she didn't want him to know, he pretended not to know!

One day, people will open their hearts and tell him.

The two tacitly did not mention it again, and the big rough hands held the slender and soft little hands, and walked along the streets lit by strings of red lanterns, from the hustle and bustle to the peace and quiet.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the town, the entrance to this town is much more deserted. Only those who went back passed by, and there was no one else.

Originally, they all thought they were going to walk back, but they didn't expect to see Uncle Ma as soon as they walked out of the town.

The familiar old cow is eating grass with his head down, dragging a wooden cart behind him, Uncle Ma is lying on it with his legs crossed to rest, probably because there are too many mosquitoes in the summer to disturb people's dreams, Uncle Ma scolds you from time to time.

"Uncle Ma?"

Uncle Ma, who was chasing mosquitoes, heard the voice and turned his head to look over: "Hey, what about the Song family kid!" After speaking, he waved another fan on his leg: "This mosquito is a little fierce, and it bites a pimple." Are you going back? Drop by and give you a ride. ”

On weekdays, the two of them take care of his business more, and today is the Begging Festival, and he was planning to go back, so he simply sold people to give him a ride.

"Then thank Uncle Ma."

"So what are you going to do?" Uncle Ma waved his hand and jumped off the scooter indifferently, letting the two of them sit on: "It's stable!" ”

Uncle Ma roared on the back of the ox, and was about to drive the ox away, when a hurried sound suddenly came from behind him.

"Uncle Ma, wait."

A few people followed the sound and looked over, only to see a woman in an emerald green dress hurrying this way. I couldn't see who it was from a distance, and when I got closer, I realized that this person was Yang Qian.

A few days ago, because of Lao Liu's incident, Yang Qian was blocked by Wang Guixiang for several days and did not dare to come out. After that, people kept a lot of low-key, and almost rarely saw her.

Seeing that it was Yang Qian, Uncle Ma was also quite embarrassed. She didn't have a good reputation before, but now she stinks. You must have known that the person who shouted was Yang Qian, and she would drive the ox cart away if she said anything.

It's just that now it's stopped, and everyone is also from a village, so it doesn't seem good to let people ride ox carts.

"Uncle Ma, can you carry one more person?" Yang Qian glanced at the board cart that still had a lot of vacant space, and asked with a light smile.

I have to say that Yang Qian is a woman who is difficult to refuse. If it weren't for those incidents, Uncle Ma would be quite happy to carry people.

Seeing that Uncle Ma hesitated and didn't say anything, the light in Yang Qian's eyes gradually dimmed, and said with a far-fetched smile that it doesn't matter if she can't carry it, she walked back, it's troublesome Uncle Ma.

After speaking, the person slowly left with the lantern, and the back looked at the figure alone, which was pitiful and made Uncle Ma a little unbearable.

However, he still didn't take it upon himself to agree, but turned his head and asked Song Jiu if they would mind if there was one more person.

After all, not everyone can accept Yang Qian as a person to ride with him.

"Uncle Ma, the ox cart is yours, ask us what to do, and you can get the idea."

"Hehe, I'm not afraid that your hearts will react!" Uncle Ma smiled: "If you have no opinion, then I will call someone up." After all, it was a big night for her to be alone. ”

I still can't bear it!

Song Jiu said that it was nothing, but it was just a number of people, and the board car was still so wide that it couldn't be squeezed. And the evening song, at this time, Song Ji was already drowsy, so why don't you care about this.

Seeing this, Uncle Ma's heart was clear. Catch up with Yang Qian in front of her in an ox cart and let her come up.

Yang Qian didn't seem to expect it, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said thank you, and then carefully sat on the board car with her skirt.