In the distance, a large number of bright lights were lit up, red, green, green, golden and dark pink, and a group of glass.

The sound of firecrackers, the cheerful laughter of children, the shouting of hawkers, and the coquettishness of the girls, along the shore of Nanyang City, came in the wind at all, and listened to them in their ears, like a warm fire, warm and bright.

Shangyuan Lantern Festival, it's been a long time.

Ling Siqing raised his head and looked, a big tree was thick and tall standing by the lake.

Hongnishang called out with some surprise, "Siqing, it's this, it's this." ”

This elm tree is estimated to be thirty or forty years old, it is wrapped with red cloth strips, and there are various colors of paper-cutting, that is the superstition of the country people, they believe that there is a god living in the tree, the thicker the tree, the more able to communicate with the gods, over time, there are people here to worship, praying for the good of the heart, so that the people are safe.

Ling Siqing stood under the tree, and an inexplicable emotion rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Well, it seems to be here." Although she didn't know if there was any god living in the tree, looking up quietly like this, there seemed to be an emotion flowing in her heart, bewitching her heart.

Qiao Muyu looked at Ling Siqing, only to feel that the light in his eyes was still as clear as water after years, how fortunate he was.

Hongnishang said, he had reached into Li Su's arms, and in his daze, he took out a special red pen, and then threw it straight into the air without looking back, and then watched the red pen cross a beautiful arc on the tree, falling straight down, causing a few laughs, "It seems that the old elm tree doesn't accept this, or let's change it." ”

Hongnishang pouted, looking at Ting'er, who was in a happy mood gnawing on the sugar gourd, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Li Su watched her directly untie Xiao Ting'er's little belly pocket, then wrapped the red pen in it, knotted the pocket rope, and threw it straight up again, this time it really didn't fall off.

"How, this girl is very skilled." Hongnishang was overjoyed, ignoring Li Su and Ting'er's elongated faces.

Ling Siqing looked at the precious treasure of the prayer neatly hung up by the red dress, and after a long time, he took out a calendula from his arms, the golden calendula hairpin, which made Qiao Muyu on the side stunned, "Thinking about ......"

"If you wish for the safety of your loved ones, you must use your most precious things, which are my most precious ......"

Qiao Muyu's heart trembled slightly, his heart was boiling, the surging thoughts climbed up his spine, bitter choked in his throat, he closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to use all his strength to swallow the sourness, "I'll come." ”

Ling Siqing looked at herself, it was indeed not very convenient, so she handed the hairpin to Qiao Muyu.

Qiao Muyu turned out to be a hairpin, and at that moment, a bright light flashed in his hand, but when Ling Siqing didn't see it clearly, he had already thrown it away with a wave of his hand, and it landed firmly on the tree, a very high position, and he couldn't see what it was.

"Alright, let's go look elsewhere." Qiao Muyu said, his voice revealing some embarrassment.

Ling Siqing clasped his hands together and made a wish very reverently, only then did he move with the large army, and he didn't see that Qiao Muyu was in his hand behind him, and it was the marigold hairpin that should have been on the tree, and what was thrown up was Qiao Muyu's most precious thing, it was his wish, but they left this tree full of wishes for peace and blessing step by step.

I don't know how long it took to pass the road, countless flower boats floated on the lake, and the children laughed and walked through the crowd, but they didn't realize it until a lamp vendor passed by, and the red dress suddenly came to her senses.

Hongni bought a lantern with Ling Siqing, looking like a child happily, much more noisy than Ting'er.

"Thoughts, let's go, let's go to the river and make a wish." As he spoke, he pulled up Ling Siqing and blended into the crowd.

The sky is colorful, colorful like a tide, everywhere is fragrant, strong wine aroma, barbecue aroma, rouge fragrance, and the budding plum blossom fragrance, some people make lanterns, some people guess lantern riddles, some people drink, some people eat, some people watch juggling, some people sing tunes, this night, everything seems to be alive, happiness so wanton echoing around.

"Mu Yu, why do you have to embarrass yourself." Li Su said, he saw clearly what Qiao Muyu threw on.

"Li Su, there are some things you don't understand, I don't embarrass myself, on the contrary, I think this is enough, enough." Qiao Muyu said, his voice was calm and powerful, and he glanced at Ting'er, and finally took it from Li Su's hand.

"Mu Yu, I originally thought it was too thoughtful, but now that I think about it, it seems more like it."

Qiao Muyu walked towards the river with Ting'er in her arms with a calm expression, watching Ling Siqing write down her wishes, and carefully put them into the lanterns, but quietly approaching the river, the turquoise lake water wet the corners of her skirt, but she didn't care, the weeping willows on the bank hung the withered yellow skills on her face, itching, stacking and entangled, like a lock of fate, gently sweeping on her shoulders.

Thinking about feelings, this life is really too short, if there is an afterlife, pray that we will meet as soon as possible, love each other as soon as possible, until we are white.

This is Qiao Muyu's wish, for the heavy life, he is too fragile in the end, so he has to use the elm god to give himself a guarantee, even if he doesn't believe it, but he has to believe it, people are really tangled animals.

Ling Siqing gently pushed the river lantern out of the river, the river lantern drifted away, the lake rippled, the small river lantern was like a small boat, fluttering, with the Lang Lang water waves gradually blending into the colorful night.

Ling Siqing stood up, the night wind blew on her face, and she gently looked back at her beloved on the shore.

Qiao Muyu, I don't want to lose you.

Such a bright night, through the sparse gaps, the distant gaze penetrates the pulse of time, joys and sorrows, the four eyes through thousands of mountains and rivers, time turns, the water backtracks, memories flow, reflected into each other's lives, wrapped in sweet sorrow, and strong faith, finally quietly stopped, frozen in this moment of decay.

In an instant, thousands of beautiful fireworks lit up behind the two of them, and Mingshuo's firelight reflected their intertwined eyes.

Ling Siqing half-opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth after all.

She finally walked ashore, and kissed Qiao Muyu on tiptoe through Ting'er, Mu Yu, this is enough. Ting'er giggled happily, he didn't understand the chill in this kiss, his little hand fluttered, and he also kissed Qiao Muyu.

Ling Siqing chuckled, and tears fell silently from her eyes.

Qiao Muyu looked at her, his eyes were silent and gentle, and his eyes were intertwined, with undisguised pity and doting.

Between the bustling crowd, the figures floating on their sides, the water waves, they were so close that they could smell each other's breathing, and their dark and burning eyes looked at each other, revealing eternal affection.

Mu Yu, I don't want to lose you.