Today is the seventh day of the seventh month of July.

It is rare for Su Zhenli to get up early, and it is even more rare to get up so early to pamper himself and shout in the mirror

"Liu Niang, come and help me comb my hair, I can't handle it."

"Come on, it's only brighter today, why are you in a hurry" Liu Niang took the comb in her hand, and her messy hair was neatly combed one by one.

"I've never seen you so concerned"

"Today is special."

Sighing softly, Liu Niang asked

"Which hairpin to use?"

"This-" took out the butterfly hairpin he had carefully selected last night and handed it to Liu Niang.

Bringing a pair of red gold silk rings, changing into the red clothes that he had picked out yesterday, Su Jili looked at himself in the mirror.

Dressed in red, the bright and coquettish that can't be resisted between the eyebrows, and a brisk smile is like a red firework, which makes people feel happy.

"Looking at it this way, it really looks like a girl's house," Liu Niang couldn't help but sigh.

Su Lili looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, the red skirt bloomed, and there was a touch of joy in her heart, trying to suppress the rising corners of her mouth, and said briskly

"Liu Niang, I'll go first, I'm going to find my brother."

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"Has my brother ever had a beggar festival before?" Walking on the bustling street, Su Jili suddenly asked.

Su Jisheng shook his head.

He had been staying at Yuhuai Peak before, not to mention the Begging Festival, and he knew very little about folk customs.

"That brother has ever heard of the morning glory and the weaver girl"

"Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River, the story of this Cowherd and Weaver Girl is moving"

"My brother is right"

"Most of the folk begging festivals are prepared for the daughters, on this day the girls will worship the Weaver Girl Kuixing, some will thread needles and beggars, and some will meet with their loved ones to listen to the whispers of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl under the grape trellis."

"It sounds interesting, my daughter's family must like these festivals."

Su Jili pouted, it was naturally very good for those clever girls, but for her, it was not so ...... It's fascinating.

"However, my brother's Qiaoqiao Festival fruit is the most delicious, and I will take you to eat it in a while."

"Okay."

Looking at the red back in the distance, Su Jisheng's heart was slightly relieved.

The two walked all the way to see, many girls walked on the street with the expectation of the night and smiled shyly from time to time, and I don't know which lover I thought of, and some idle sons sat around to feast and drink poems, and before they got closer, they heard "What is the matter with the double stars tonight, leave me a hook in the month before the court"

"On this day, the Sixth Army was stationed in Ma, and at that time Qixi was smiling and petuniage" and other good sentences came into his ears, and Su Jili hurriedly retracted the steps he was about to take, but was stopped by Su Jisheng

"How?"

"It's just a meeting place for some merry poets, I have a headache when I hear the words, according to my sister's opinion, let's not go."

Su Zhensheng's eyes suddenly looked at her a little dim but impartially, and at the end he was about to nod and say yes, but was rejected by Su Zhenli's next words

"However, if my brother wants to go, Ji'er doesn't mind, anyway, it's too early to mistake my brother for a few lines of poetry."

In the last second, Su Jisheng still had some hesitation in his eyes. In the next second, Su Jili pulled his sleeve and walked towards the crowd, with a little smile on his face.

Listening to countless verses exploding in her mind, Su Jili couldn't help but have a headache, but she couldn't bear to stop Su Jisheng, it was rare for him to be so happy, she looked at him, standing proudly among everyone in plain clothes, like the jade sand in the mortal world, and like the arrogant pine. It's your turn

When he arrived, his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, like an immortal in the sky lamenting alone.

He is a handsome son, and he stands in shock.

In the end, all that was left in her mind was this poem and his gradually stretched brow.

His brother is so good-looking, Su Jili once again let out the same emotion.

On the moon on the willows, Su Jili never expected that the begging festival she was looking forward to would be so boring to spend an afternoon with her favorite poem, but it was rare for her brother to have such fun, and nothing else mattered.

Finally, he pulled out of the crowd and walked towards her with a smile.

"I was so happy that I looked at the time, my sister should not blame"

"It's okay, it's okay, my brother just has fun"

"Where next?"

"Hmm...... Today is the begging festival, and the old temple must be the most lively this month, so it's better to go there."

"Okay—"

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At this moment, the Yuelao Temple can be described as a sea of people, looking at the crowds outside the temple, Su Jili took a bite of Qiaoguo and sighed lightly.

The number of people was a bit unexpected for her.

With a guilty smile on his face, he raised the fruit in his hand towards Su Jisheng, staring at him with blank eyes.

"Brother, there are too many people in this temple, do you want to eat some Qiaoguo to cushion your stomach first?"

Su Jisheng gently refused.

"Eat, I'm not hungry right now"

There is an ancient tree outside the temple, and the red ribbon flutters in the wind.

She walked over with some curiosity, and said to Su Jisheng with some joy

"Brother, do you want to write one too?"

"It's okay to write one, but ...... What to write?"

"It's better to write the sentence that my brother chanted just now, and the pulse is silent."

Su Jisheng was slightly stunned at first, but after a while, he slowly spit out a good word.

She watched as her brother's elegant handwriting was reflected on the red paper, and then watched it hang on the tree.

At the moment of hanging, the night suddenly had a few more fireworks out of thin air, so gorgeous, under this colorful beam, her eyes reflected the beautiful scenery in front of the old temple, but all the scenery was better than the gentle water in his eyes.