Shen Run was slightly stunned and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

Chenguang looked down at the window for a while, frowned, and said in the same suspicious tone:

"I saw someone familiar...... Maybe I read it wrong? ”

She tilted her head and thought about it, full of doubts.

Shen Run said with a smile: "How can there be someone you know in Yicheng today, is it watching the excitement below?" No way. ”

"No, no, it just feels familiar, who is it?" Chenguang first denied it one after another, and then racked his brains to think about it, but he still didn't remember who the familiar woman he had just seen was.

"Are you mistaken?"

"Is that wrong?"

"Eat a little more." Shen Run saw that she finally stopped picking the window, so he gave her a chopstick dish.

"I won't eat it." Chenguang shook his head and said.

When the sun is about to set, the flower god show begins, but because it is a fixed route from Lanshan Temple, you can't see the wonderful performance of the flower gods right away. At first the morning light was in high spirits, but after waiting for half an hour, she became impatient, and after another quarter of an hour she was drowsy with her head propped up in one hand.

"Why haven't you come yet?" She asked Shen Rundao with a sad face.

"Come on." Shen Run said that he was not interested in the flower god performance, nor did he like to be lively, so he was not as excited as Chenguang.

Chenguang felt his answer perfunctory and careless, stared at his face, and pursed his lips:

"Don't you like to look at the god of flowers?"

"No, it's fine."

"If you don't like to look at it, just say it." Chenguang held his head and looked him up and down with scrutinizing eyes, sternly.

Impatient enough to have fun with your mouth?

Shen Run thought to himself.

"Well, I don't like to watch it." Since you want to hear the truth so much.

"If you don't like to see it, it's better to go back alone." Chenguang stood with beautiful eyebrows and said to him fiercely.

Shen Run smiled and asked helplessly, "What are you angry about?" ”

Chenguang still has a very fierce look: "I'm tired of waiting!" ”

"Then go back." Shen Run said happily.

"Don't!" Chenguang said unhappily.

"Then keep waiting."

"I'm tired of saying it!"

Shen Run became more and more helpless, her fierce little cat-like appearance made him cry and laugh.

At this moment, the sound of fierce drum music came from afar, and when you heard the sound, you could tell that it was the procession of the flower gods from far and near, not only in Quanwei Zhai, but also in the people waiting on both sides of the street downstairs, and the excitement rushed straight to the top of the clouds.

Chenguang immediately became happy, Huo Di stood up, leaned most of his body out of the window, and craned his neck to look into the distance.

Shen Run looked at her with tears and smiles, from the age of sixteen to the present, no matter how old she is, she looks like a child who doesn't grow up, but ...... As far as she is concerned, it is better to be like a child than bloody and violent and strong.

Shen Run sighed silently.

"Be careful, don't fall." As he spoke, he stood up and walked behind her and grabbed her waist.

Chenguang turned his head and made a special place for him to watch together.

Shen Run put his arm around her waist and looked downstairs with her.

The drum music rang for about a quarter of an hour, and the flower god and the portable shrine finally appeared. Young and sturdy men with knotted muscles carry the stage called the "portable shrine", which is actually a movable stage, and beautiful girls dressed in veils dance to the music of the portable shrine. The music on each portable shrine is different, and the dancing postures of the dancers are different from soothing to intense, and even each portable shrine is decorated with great care, without repetition.

Whether it is the dancing girl or the music girl, all of them are from Yicheng Music Workshop, and even the sedan chair bearer is an experienced person who participates in the flower god parade every year, and the program performed by such a combination is very good-looking. The dancing girls are all young girls, with flowers and branches, charming and delicate, trying their best to compete for beauty, just waiting for today's dance to become famous.

Chenguang was looking happily, and at this moment, a small child, who also appeared out of nowhere, suddenly rushed out of the crowd and ran to the street where the officers and soldiers of Yicheng were under martial law.

It was a little girl, walking unsteadily, stumbling out, short and small, pink and tender, with not very long hair, tied with two short braids, tied with a red head rope, soft and cute. The little girl held her fingers in her mouth, looked around blankly, and after a while, as if she was afraid, her red mouth had been flattened, and she was about to cry.

There was an uproar in the crowd that was watching the excitement, and the sedan chair bearer was startled by the child who suddenly rushed out, but fortunately stopped in time and did not crash into it. But he was striding forward and stopped abruptly, the pace of the sedan chair drivers was all out of order, the portable shrine carried on his shoulders swayed from side to side, and the unlucky dancing girl was thrown out of the portable shrine because of the huge force, fell heavily to the ground, and did not get up for a long time. Regie was not immune. Although the portable shrine in the back stopped in time, at least the first three portable shrines, the dancing queen on the portable shrine, and the dancing queen Le Ji flew out, especially the dancing girl who hit the head was not lightly injured.

Just as the people were surprised and angry at which parents were so careless, disturbing the flower god and putting the child in danger, a thin woman in a silk skirt rushed out, and the woman stood in the front row, and she rushed to the street where the performance was taking place.

Originally, the officers and soldiers were not allowed to enter the street where the performance was carried out, but because the little girl broke in too suddenly, the officers and soldiers were also startled and could not react immediately, followed by the little girl's mother also rushed in, and people were inexplicably happy after the fright, probably because the little girl was safe and sound, and the mother and daughter were reunited.

"Huh?" Chenguang only felt that the woman holding the little girl was a little familiar, and she was just about to speak.

Bang bang!

Not only did the morning light not come out, but at the same time, the flames were shining and the stumps were flying.

Immediately afterward, the screams were like boiling water poured on a hot iron, piercing and terrifying.

The crowd fled in all directions, and the flames ignited the portable shrines, tourists, and wooden buildings lining the streets, and the entire street soon became a sea of fire.

The explosive gunpowder came from the young woman who suddenly broke into the blockade area, and the young woman held the girl in her arms and ignited the powder without hesitation.

In fact, the power of gunpowder is not great, but it only kills the mother and daughter on the spot, if it is not for the flower god meeting, this kind of weak gunpowder will not do much damage to the surroundings. However, today is the flower god meeting, the tourists are dense, the sudden huge noise is frightening, and at the same time the spark ignites the portable shrine and one or two people, the burning of the fire exacerbates the sense of fear, and the fear suddenly makes the scene out of control, because the collision, stampede and these collisions caused by the chaotic escape inevitably lead to the fire on the body, causing more fires, and soon, the street turns into a sea of fire, the beautiful flower god becomes a charred corpse, and people scream and cry.

The originally beautiful streets are now like purgatory on earth.

Chenguang suddenly remembered that the young woman she recognized was the pink butterfly that had been sent out of Kasho Island that night. And the little girl who was picked up by her was indeed her biological daughter.

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