The road is full of sheng songs, and the spring city is long. Visitors are many days, and the bright moon makes the lights.

At this time, the bustling scene on Phoenix Street could not be more appropriate to describe with this poem.

When Na Liang passed by a small stall, he was grabbed by a white and tender little hand.

A childish child's voice came from behind him: "Beautiful brother, buy a lantern." ”

Na Liang paused, and looked back at the child who was grabbing the hem of his clothes.

It's a little girl with a cupola bun.

At the age of about five or six years old, he has a little baby fat on his round little face, and he is born with a cute jade snow.

Na Liang originally wanted to reply to her that he didn't want to buy lanterns.

But when his eyes came into contact with a lantern made in the shape of a big yellow chicken on the stall, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

So, the words of rejection turned around and turned into a sentence: "That lantern looks very chic." ”

The lantern in the shape of a big yellow chicken is indeed very chic, but it is not beautiful and chic, but a little ugly.

Most of the general lanterns are made into gorgeous and beautiful flower shapes, even if a few are occasionally made into small animals.

I also picked soft and cute little animals such as rabbits and squirrels.

Few people will choose the big yellow chicken, which looks ugly and fierce.

Na Liang paid the money and walked towards the Phoenix Bridge with the big yellow chicken lantern.

Passers-by all looked at him...... On the lantern with a unique shape in the hand.

Na Liang didn't notice the gaze of others, and his steps were still calm.

However, even if he was aware of it, he would not take it to heart.

After all, what the big yellow chicken lantern symbolizes is the exclusive memories of him and An An.

Others don't understand and don't need to understand.

Meanwhile, in front of a small stall on the banks of the Phoenix River.

"Brother Li, that lantern is so beautiful, can you buy it for me?"

The petite woman snuggled in the arms of the young man, raising her head, delicately sprinkled with petiteness.

The young man glanced at the woman lovingly, and spoiled him in response.

"Old man, how much is this lantern, I bought it."

The old man guarding the stall shook his head lightly and said, "I'm sorry, Son, this lantern can't be sold to you." ”

"Can't be sold?" The young man frowned, his expression slightly annoyed.

He took out a large bag of silver coins from his bosom and threw it on the old man's stall.

"Well, such a big bag of money is enough to buy your lantern."

As he spoke, the young man bowed down and prepared to take the lantern himself.

However, the old man's movements were one step faster than his.

The old man lifted the lantern and placed it behind him, out of the reach of the young man.

"Childe, the old lanterns are only given to those who are destined." The old man picked up the money bag on the ground and handed it to the young man.

"Phew, what a fate. Who scarces your broken lantern? The young man glared at him indignantly.

"Qiaoqiao, let's go." The young man hugged the petite woman and left angrily.

The crowds are endless, and there are still people who are attracted by the exquisite and gorgeous lanterns on the old man's stall and want to buy them.

However, the words from the old man's mouth did not change.

It's still "only given to those who are destined".

As the night became darker and darker, the boat boats on the Phoenix River were lit up one after another.

The sound of silk and bamboo slowly came out, echoing on the banks of the Phoenix River, which was becoming more and more lively.

The real night has just begun.

"Cherry Red Girl, why did you come out?"

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