"You guys, have you ever felt this way?" Yang Wanwan suddenly asked, which startled the two of them.

Liu Sanqian raised his eyes and saw that the girl was still looking out the window, and her posture had not changed.

Her gaze fell on the clearing outside, where a few sparrows lingered. It's as if the object of inquiry is not Liu Sanqian and Yang Zhenzhen, but the naughty birds and beasts chirping in the sun for a few meters.

"Have you ever felt this way?" Yang Wanwan this time, her tone was accentuated, and she asked again, "The moment you see a person, you will see it for ten thousand years." It's as if everything in the world has lost its color, even if that person is only black and white, it is enough to make people dream. His every move, every word, will make you tremble like an electric shock. ”

Liu Sanqian and Yang Zhenzhen glanced at each other, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, the girl didn't seem to really want an answer, she said to herself, "I used to ...... and unbelievers. But when I dreamed of him, for some reason, I had this feeling. He waited for me for too long, and that waiting was beyond time. I can't keep him waiting...... I have to ...... Find him ......"

Yang Zhenzhen tugged at Liu Sanqian's sleeve and whispered, "The devil is stunned!"

Liu Sanqian's heart throbbed slightly, she didn't know if it was because of Yang Wanwan's emotional expression, or because of something else, a human face slipped inexplicably in her mind.

She shook her head, dismissed distractions, and asked, "What do you want to do after you find him?"

Yang Wanwan didn't move for a long time, as if she had never thought about this problem, and she was distressed. After thinking for a while, she said, "Say to him, 'I'm sorry, I made you wait too long.'" ”

Liu Sanqian looked at Yang Wanwan's side face, only to see that the girl's eyes were soft, half of her face greeted the three-inch warm sun, and the layer of water curtain hanging in her eyes added a little vitality to her haggard face.

"Can you tell me about it?" Maybe the sun was too bright, Liu Sanqian, driven by warmth, couldn't help but ask, "Tell us what happened to you in Nanling for the first time, maybe we can find the reason why you dreamed of him." ”

"Are you also stunned?" Yang Zhenzhen pulled Liu Sanqian's sleeve again and spoke in a low voice, "What could be the reason, most of them just want to fall in love." ”

Liu Sanqian patted Yang Zhenzhen's hand, like a child, to comfort her.

Yang Zhenzhen pursed her lips, dissatisfiedly picked up a piece of Black Forest cake, and put it in her mouth. The cake was too sweet and creamy, and the girl quickly lost her breath.

Yang Wanwan on the other side hesitated, she looked at Liu Sanqian's sincere face, and began to talk about what happened a few months ago.

More than three months ago, Yang Wanwan quit a good job under impulse. This job, in the eyes of others, is an iron rice bowl. After her friends learned about her move, they all said that she was hypocritical behind her back. It seems that no one but her parents is trying to understand her.

Yang Wanwan is not afraid of gossip and has no regrets. Rather, she felt a lot more relaxed.

Going to Nanling for a walk can be regarded as fulfilling the dream of college. As soon as the idea popped into her head, she put it into practice.

Just when Yang Wanwan packed her luggage and was about to leave. She remembered a manuscript given to her by her university tutor on his deathbed, in which various strange folk cultures in Nanling Town were recorded in detail.

These were all written down by the mentor during his lifetime. Extremely precious. Fortunately, Yang Wanwan has been carefully preserved.

Since you are going, it is better to take the teacher's manuscript with you, so as to see how true the strange legend of the treacherous town is.

In this way, Yang Wanwan came to Nanling with a manuscript, a suitcase, and alone.

After asking the locals, she enjoyed the unique scenery and historic sites of Nanling. Likewise, she was impressed by the town's ancient legends. In the mouths of those old people, there are countless stories that are about to be lost. That's the crystallization of how many generations, passed down by word of mouth!

Yang Wanwan, I couldn't help but put pen to paper. The content of the teacher's manuscript is expanding day by day.

That's what I really want to do!

"May 15, Duanyang Festival. ”

The tutor wrote these words with a vigorous pen, and Yang Wanwan turned the page, but strangely found that the next few pieces of paper were blank.

It seems that the mentor had planned to study this festival carefully, but it seems that something has delayed it, so that these gaps will be left.

The Dragon Boat Festival is the fifth day of the fifth month of May. Therefore, most of the Duanyang Festival in the manuscript has nothing to do with the Dragon Boat Festival.

It just so happens that in a few days, it will be the fifteenth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar.

If you don't have time to do it, let me do it!

Yang Wanwan thought so, and came to the old street of Nanling again.

The uncles were sitting on rattan chairs basking in the sun, and on the stone tables next to them, there were often chessboards and teapots.

"Grandpa, I'm here again. Yang Wanwan squatted down next to an uncle holding a pu fan. She spoke loudly.

"Oh, you little baby is here to listen to the story again! What story do you want to hear this time! Ahhhh......h

"Grandpa, you told me about this yesterday, I came today to ask if you know about the Duanyang Festival?"

"What do you say?"

"Duan!Yang!sacrifice!" Yang Wanwan said word by word, and the words were clear.

Who would have thought that as soon as the old man heard the words "Duanyang Festival", his expression immediately changed. On his wrinkled face, the skin seemed to have collapsed even more. The hand, which was already shaking because of "Parkinson's", shook even more violently.

He put the fan on his face and said several times, "You go." ”

"Grandpa?" Yang Wanwan didn't know what the old man was annoyed by, so his mood changed suddenly. She could only pinch the old man's shoulders flatteringly.

"I don't know what the 'Duanyang Festival' is, you hurry up. The old man waved away Yang Wanwan's hand, and his tone could not be refused.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. Yang Wanwan saw that the old man's attitude was good, and he didn't ask any more. She picked up her rucksack and walked away slowly.

"Hey—" I heard a sigh from behind, and the old man asked, "Little doll, where did you know about this?"

Seeing that the old man's tone had softened, Yang Wanwan immediately ran back, "I saw it in the tutor's manuscript. ”

"Why doesn't your mentor remember this thing, do you have to remember this?" the old man patted his thigh, looking very angry.

"This Duanyang Festival is ......" Yang Wanwan was very interested, what was behind the old man's mood swings?

"It was a festival for the ancients in Nanling Town to worship their ancestors. Every year after the Dragon Boat Festival, May 15. ”

"Grandpa, can you be more detailed?" Yang Wanwan took out a pen and began to record.

"How can I make this clear, eh, that thing is very evil anyway!" the old man had a look on his face that didn't want to say more.

"What is it?"

"That's the Buddha statue!"