May 15 is the fire jumping festival in Nanyuan, this is a grand festival, every household has to steam a kind of dim sum called sweet flower cake, with glutinous rice as the main material, you can add sweet potatoes, pumpkin, purple eggplant, yam or all kinds of flowers at will, make various shapes, who makes the most beautiful, the best taste, through the selection, can be sent to the palace to the empress and the princess to taste, it is a great honor.

Of course, what everyone is most looking forward to is the carnival of witches at night, bringing all kinds of fluttering, some stepping on stilts, some spitting fire tongues, some with pythons wrapped in their hands, elephant riders, camel riders, and short horses from all directions, the fire dragon is the most, long or short, swimming in the night, illuminating the carnival venue as bright as day.

Although everyone wears a flutter and can't see the appearance, the girls still dress up, wearing a sleeveless silk coat with a tunic tube skirt underneath, which is the traditional costume of the fire jumping festival, which is generally made by the girls themselves, embroidered the pattern early, and sewed up with a needle and a thread.

Bai Qianfan's silk coat and tube skirt were specially prepared for her by Lan Liuqing, she is now tall, wearing a silk coat and tube skirt embroidered with gold silk, lining her waist and slender limbs, and she also has a graceful charm when she walks.

Lan Wenyu looked at her like this, his heartbeat suddenly leaked, he lowered his eyes, covered his emotions, and when he raised it again, he looked like he was smiling like usual, clapping his hands and saying, "Nannan, you are so beautiful today." ”

Bai Qianfan turned around proudly, "Is it beautiful?" ”

Lan Wenyu praised from the bottom of his heart, "Tonight, no one is more beautiful than you." ”

Bai Qianfan was not interested in beautiful clothes, she stretched out her hand, "Where's my puff?" ”

Lan Wenyu took out his hand behind his back, and there were two puffs in his hand, one large and one small, which he prepared for Bai Qianfan's mother and son.

Bai Qianfan took it and couldn't wait to put it on, and asked excitedly, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Originally, they were all ugly masks, but after several improvements, there was a distinction between men and women and beauty and ugliness, only the elderly were willing to wear the original kind of blue-faced fangs, young people like to choose the better-looking ones, Lan Wenyu prepared for Bai Qianfan is the Xuantian Maiden's flutter, cold but absolutely beautiful, and what was given to Mo Ronglin was a small fire dragon beast, with big fangs on the face, funny and cute.

He wanted to help hug Mo Ronglin, but Bai Qianfan refused, put the bamboo basket on his back, and let Mo Ronglin stand inside, he was now old, and it was very heavy to tie to his body, and it was not convenient, so he used the bamboo basket to carry the child like the locals, and then put it down to let him move freely when he arrived at the place.

The fire jumping festival is a festival of joy for the monarch and the people, on this day, there is no distinction between high and low, all with fluttering, no one knows who is who, only courage distinguishes them.

Jumping over a fire, as the name suggests, is a jumping over a roaring fire, usually attended by young men, and women and the elderly and children watched from the sidelines, occasionally applauding and cheering for the young people who jumped over the fire.

Bai Qianfan stood in the crowd, quite regretful, "If I don't wear this clothes, I can also jump." ”

It was the first time for Lan Wenyu to be so close to her, and although there were people all around, he still smelled her breath in the midst of the chaos, faint, a little sweet.

"Do you dare to jump?"

"Why don't you dare?" Bai Qianfan said: "I dare to jump if I change my pants." ”

She was wearing a cold flutter, but the tone of her voice was light and cheerful, Lan Wenyu couldn't help but laugh, in the afterglow, Mo Ronglin was biting the big upturned fangs with relish with his little flutter, he reached out to take the flutter, "Don't bite, if you bite again, it will be bad." ”

Murong Lin refused to give it to him, his two hands were tightly tugging at him, and the two were playing when they suddenly heard Bai Qianfan say, "Aren't you going to jump?" ”

Lan Wenyu glanced at the fire on the field and said disdainfully: "It's too short, it's boring." ”

"It's all about participating, otherwise what's the point of just standing?"

Lan Wenyu understood, "Do you want to see me jump?" ”

Bai Qianfan nodded, "Go ahead, Lin'er and I will cheer for you." ”

Jumping on this kind of fire is easy for Lan Wenyu, but for the sake of a Pomeranian's smile, he is extremely happy. He walked out of the crowd, raised his hand and signaled, stood behind the contestant team in a regular manner, turned his head to look, Bai Qianfan was also looking at him, the cold flutter couldn't see any expression, but there seemed to be a smile in the two eye holes.

Lan Wenyu's heart skipped a beat, he exhaled, he wanted to show it, when it was his turn, he didn't run like everyone else, he jumped directly on the spot, and won a warm applause from the onlookers.

The fire was raised, and the tongues of fire kept shaking and stretching, as if to provoke the contestants. There was a thin young man who hesitated for a moment, chose to withdraw, and suddenly shouted, which was a mockery of the faint-hearted. There was another one who was also hesitating, seeing this scene, he stiffened his head, but the bounce was not high, and he was burned by the fire, and he was slapping all over the field while slapping randomly, and ran to the water tank and plunged into it, and when he came out again, the fire was extinguished, and the people became a soup chicken, embarrassed, which made everyone laugh.

Because this situation often happens, there will be a few large tanks full of water, if you accidentally catch fire, you will jump into the tank to extinguish the fire, of course, when you come out of the tank wet and drenched, it means that you have failed to jump this year, and you can only come again next year.

The further back, the higher the fire, the smaller the number of participating teams, and the more exciting, Lan Wenyu habitually turned his head to look at Bai Qianfan every time he passed, she kept standing there, and when he turned around, she applauded, as if praising his bravery. The Murong Lin elephant behind him was tired of playing, and sat down in the bamboo basket, only to see the top of his black hair.

Lan Wenyu waved at her and continued to participate in the next round of fire jumping, there were three people left, as long as two more were eliminated, he would be the winner.

The fire had risen to the height of a person, and it was not easy to jump over such heights, and the first contestant hesitated for a long time, looking left and right, as if looking for the best jumping spot.

Onlookers talked a lot, speculating whether he could jump over, he couldn't jump, he became a loser, he disappeared into the crowd, if he jumped, he would become today's warrior, he could take off the flutter, accept everyone's praise, and also win the hearts of many girls, which is often the biggest motivation for young contestants.

He hesitated for a while, but still decided to jump, ran far away, jumped hard, the height was not enough, he broke through the fire directly, and jumped into the big water tank.

The onlookers all sighed and looked at the second, the second one was not sure, hesitated, or gave up, so Lan Wenyu was the only one left on the field.

He turned his head and made a fist gesture towards Bai Qianfan, indicating that he would definitely succeed, Bai Qianfan raised his hand and applauded, he slowly walked to the starting place, took a deep breath, and was about to run, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Turning his head to look at it again, Bai Qianfan was still standing there, and when he saw him turn around, he immediately applauded again.

Lan Wenyu's heart sank, he strode over, grabbed Bai Qianfan's wrist, and looked behind her, there was a child sleeping in the bamboo basket, but it was not Mo Ronglin, he raised his hand and fell to the ground, revealing a panicked and unfamiliar face.