Although he couldn't open the meat, Ding Guoguo also felt satisfied when he saw the pampered Prince Anle eating pickles and thick noodles and steamed buns. She used her eyes to rip Nangong Li, she can eat steamed buns and pickles so elegantly, she really admires him from the bottom of her heart.

"If you don't eat, why are you in a daze?" Nangong Li gently tapped the edge of her bowl with chopsticks and looked at her.

Ding Guoguo hurriedly lowered his eyes and took a bite of the steamed bun.

"You... Isn't that thinking about the meat? ”

As soon as Nangong Li's voice fell, Ding Ning and Song Qingyun snorted, wanting to laugh, but they didn't dare, and their faces turned red.

Ding Guoguo only felt a heat on her face, she glanced at him, and took a bite of the steamed bun as if angry.

"Don't worry, when you return to Dingcheng, you will get tired of eating!" Nangong Li sighed lightly, a serious way.

Ding Guoguo wanted to be angry, but because Ding Ning and Song Qingyun were there, it was not easy to attack, so he could only glare at him again and drink porridge! He wouldn't think he was humorous!

The corners of Nangong Li's mouth curved, revealing a shallow smile.

"I'm full, you use it slowly." Ding Guoguo couldn't stand his staring, finished eating the steamed bun in his hand, drank the gruel in the bowl, threw away the chopsticks, and left the table.

"I'm full, too, you use it slowly." Ding Ning also put down the chopsticks, followed her, and went out of the backyard.

"Master, how could King An Le come to such a place?"

Out of the backyard, Ding Ning asked her.

Ding Guoguo shook her head, she also wanted to know what he was doing in this kind of place if he wasn't staying in Dingcheng. Originally, every day after dinner, she would go back to the hut to have a look. Now that Song Qingyun is here, there is no need for her to go again. She hadn't slept all night in a long time, and now that she was free, she took an early shower and went to bed.

The next day happened to be the Qiqiao Festival, and it was the first festival after the natural disaster, and the villagers attached great importance to it, and made river lanterns early and prepared to go to the river at night to put them.

Ding Guoguo also learned to make two lotus lanterns, and after dinner, he led Ding Ning and followed the villagers to the river to put the lanterns.

The Tangram Festival is also a day for the daughters' families to pray for blessings, and someone has placed incense tables by the river, putting tea, wine, fruits, five sons, and red paper and flowers. Young women and maidens were praying in turn.

Because it was a post-disaster period, the festival that was supposed to be lively couldn't help but seem a little deserted. Everyone put the river lantern in their hands into the water, knelt by the river, and prayed silently.

Ding Guoguo put the river lantern into the water, watching it slowly drift away, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

"Master, do you say that the Weaver Girl Fairy can really fulfill people's wishes?" Ding Ning looked at the river lantern that was slowly drifting away along the river, and asked faintly.

Ding Guoguo turned his head to look at him and saw a faint sadness on his face. She couldn't bear to disappoint him, and smiled slightly, "You have to believe that sincerity is spiritual." “

Ding Ning glanced at her and nodded with a smile.

On the dark river, there are all kinds of river lanterns, like a fire dragon, drifting farther and farther away with people's expectations. Every time they were about to lose sight, someone put down the river lantern again.

"Doctor Ding, master, please come over."

At night, Ding Guoguo and Ding Ning had just entered the front yard, and Fu Shun, who was waiting on the side, stopped them and said respectfully.

Ding Guoguo asked Ding Ning to go to sleep first, and she followed behind Fushun and walked to the backyard.

"Divine Doctor Ding, go in by yourself."

When she arrived at the door of the backyard, Fu stopped and stood by the door, letting her go in alone.

Although Ding Guoguo was puzzled and didn't know what Nangong Li was doing, he still went into the backyard.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw Nangong Li sitting at a wooden table under the grape trellis, and at his feet were full of river lamps that had been lit. Looking at it from afar, everything becomes dreamy and unreal.

"Come and sit." Nangong Li beckoned and motioned for her to come over.

Ding Guoguo suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, slowly walked to the table, and sat down opposite him.

"Today is Tanabata, and I heard that I should listen to the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl whispering under the vine." Nangong Li smiled and poured her a glass of wine.

Ding Guoguo glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Nangong Li also poured herself a glass of wine, picked it up and drank it, looking at the wine glass in her hand.

Ding Guoguo lowered his eyes and didn't look at him. She didn't know what he was looking for her for, listening to the Cowherd and Weaver Girl under the grape trellis, which was originally something that couples would do.

"Today is actually... After a long time, Nangong Li spoke again, but only halfway through.

Ding Guoguo raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as deep as the sea. She was a little irritated for no reason, she avoided his eyes and asked, "What is it today?" ”

"My mother's death day."

Ding Guoguo choked and couldn't help but look up at him again. The expression on his face was a little sad, and she couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted, she felt that she should say something, but she couldn't spit out a word when she opened her mouth. She knows better than anyone that some scars can't be healed by a word or two of comfort.

"I remember, though only some vague shadows." Nangong Li raised her eyes to look at the night sky and sighed lightly, "My mother is very beautiful and gentle. She always likes to hold me and hum a song in my ear. With that, he hummed softly.

It's a nursery rhyme with a very slow melody.

Ding Guoguo raised her head and drank a glass of wine, a burst of spicy spicy food burned all the way from her throat to her stomach, and her eyes were hot. Who doesn't have a love for their mother? But she hadn't even seen her mother. A year after giving birth to her, her mother died, swallowing the pills. And my grandfather felt that his mother had lost the face of the family, and he had already cut off relations with his mother. Her biological father can't wait for her to be absent in the world! It was her grandfather who took her back and raised her.

Nangong Li is actually much happier than her, at least his mother is thinking about him until she dies! What about her? She had nothing but her grandfather.

She looked up at the dark night sky and sighed deeply.

The night was already deep, there was silence all around, and the river lamps at his feet had all been extinguished, except for the faint light of the oil lamp on the table.

After Nangong Li hummed that nursery rhyme, she kept drinking in a muffled voice.

Ding Guoguo silently looked at the dark night sky.

There is a heavy humidity in the air, and it should rain soon.

"Don't you wonder how I could tell you about my mother?"

A cool breeze blew out the oil lamp on the table, and it was instantly pitch black. In the dark, Nangong Li suddenly asked out loud.

Ding Guoguo's tone was light, "There's nothing to be curious about." ”

Nangong Li chuckled, "You're still so faceless." ”

Ding Guoguo smiled slightly, but did not squeak. She took out the fire from her arms and wanted to light the oil lamp that was blown out by the wind, but was stopped by Nangong Li.

"Don't. That's fine. “

Ding Guoguo glanced at him, didn't say anything, blew out the fire and returned to his arms.

After a while, Nangong Li asked softly, "Have you ever hated Dongfang Huoyan?" ”

Ding Guoguo was stunned, raised her eyes to look at the other side, but she couldn't even see his face clearly in the dark. She sighed softly, "No. ”

"Why? He's ... Nangong Li covered up the following words.

Because he destroyed the family of the purple spirit, not hers. It's just that she can't say it. Ding Guoguo frowned, thought for a moment, and said softly, "I have always been young and limited, and it is easy to lose my soul when I leave at leisure." Wine feasts and songs. The mountains and rivers are empty, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It's better to take pity on the people in front of you. “

"It's better to take pity on the person in front of you... Nangong Li muttered her last note.

At this time, Fushun came in from the courtyard gate with a lantern, stood a few steps away, and persuaded loudly, "Master, the heavy rain is coming, let's go back to the house early." “

However, Nangong Li didn't hear it and lowered her head.

Ding Guoguo glanced at him, got up and walked out of the backyard by the light of the lantern in Fushun's hand.