There were many things on the stall, and the little book looked at it carefully, and suddenly, her eyes lit up.

"Xiaomo, I want this! This light looks good! She pointed to one of the river lanterns and said in a joyful tone.

It was the only red lantern in the shape of a lotus flower, placed in the middle of a pile of pink or white or yellow lanterns, which looked very special.

Especially like the kind of red lotus in the Lotus Lake in her cave.

"I want this one." Zhimo also saw the river lantern, his eyes lit up, threw a silver ingot on the case, pointed to the river lantern and said to the stall owner.

"Okay, the little boy really has a vision, this is definitely the most beautiful light I have here!" The stall owner picked up the silver, praised happily, and while taking out the lotus lantern, he asked, "Little boy, take a look at it again, what else do you need?" ”

"Xiaomo, ask him, if you don't have pen and ink, borrow a fire." What she said couldn't be heard by anyone except Zhimo, so he could only convey it on his behalf.

Zhimo glanced at her suspiciously, not knowing what she was going to do, but still asked the stall owner as she said.

"The little boy is going to write his wish, right? Under the tree at the head of the bridge, there are specially set up tables, pen and ink, and fire, which the little boy can see when he walks there. The stall owner said enthusiastically.

Well, he's a conscientious businessman who collects a lot of money!

Wish......

"Little book, you can write it." Zhimo pondered for a while, looked up with some distress, and said to the small book on the side, handing the pen over.

Wishing river lanterns, this kind of thing...... He didn't know how to write it.

"It's good to write it." She shook her head, leaned back a little, and said to him.

She didn't have anything to say...... Protect him? Good for him? Make him happy? Let him...... Anyway, her wish is his, so it's best to let him write it.

"Otherwise, let's each write one and put it together." Zhimo thought and thought, looked at the paper on the table, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

One person writes one and puts it together, so that no one is less, and no one will leave anyone, how good!

Zhimo spread out the paper, handed the pen to Xiaoshu, and said to her with a smile: "Xiaoshu, come on." ”

"Okay." She looked at it, and finally took the pen, as for it, can a lamp write two wishes? Who says no? Zhimo said that you can write two, you can write two!

Carrying the pen, she couldn't help but hesitate a little, her wish, she knew, but how to write?

Her wish is Zhimo!

She couldn't help but look up at the person next to her, but just as he was looking up at herself, he couldn't see her eyes, but she could see his eyes.

Those eyes that were as smooth as jade were full of firmness and persistence, and he watched, no, stared at her, as if he could see her appearance, see her expression, see her eyes, and see through her!

"Write together?" He suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled shallowly, his inky eyes as smooth as jade seemed to be embellished with starlight, bright, dazzling!

She knew what to write and how to write.

"Good!" She laughed too, even though he couldn't see her smile, but he could feel her tone, her emotions.

She held the pen in her hand, and her heart was calm, not the calm that had no waves, but the calm and peaceful.

Her heart's desire......

The pen is written in just two simple words.

What are you.