The boat passes under an arched bridge with carved beams and paintings.

Shen Miaoyan looked at the bustle on the riverside in the distance, his heart calmed down inexplicably, pushed away Jun Shuying's palm, cut his haircut, and said angrily: "My hair is going to be messed up......"

The smile on the corner of Jun Shuying's lips revealed a bit of evil, and he reached out and rubbed it a few times, "I want to rub ......"

was making a fuss, the painting boat slowly stopped, and the little guy came over to report: "Master, Miss, it's time to Taihe Street!" ”

The lantern shape on Taihe Street is the most prosperous and beautiful, and when it comes to the Lantern Festival, hundreds of people flock to watch the lanterns, so this street is more lively than other streets.

The hanging ladder was put down, and before Shen Miaoyan could come back to his senses, his little hand fell into a warm and dry palm.

Jun Shuying took out two masks out of nowhere and handed her one, "Wear it." ”

As he spoke, he put on the fox mask first.

Shen Miaoyan looked at the mask in her hand, which was covered with gorgeous peacock feathers, which could only cover the upper half of her face.

The two of them strolled through the city.

"My little Miaomiao is born beautifully, and if you don't wear a mask, you will provoke a disciple who doesn't have long eyes, and you can always be safer with a mask." Jun Shuying looked ahead, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, and the small hand covered by his big palm was soft and tender, and he held it like he was holding his whole world in the palm of his hand.

Shen Miaoyan was led forward by him, and as far as he could see, there were gorgeous and bright lamps and people's smiles.

She touched the mask with her other free hand, and inexplicably felt that the mask made her feel very secure.

Because she can see other people's expressions, but others can't see her expressions.

Even if she cries secretly, others can't see it.

So it's nice for people to wear masks.

Lotus lanterns are lit along the long street, and there is no end in sight.

The hairpin lady and the wanderers walked hand in hand, and the little girl's amber eyes looked around through the mask, as if she was looking for someone.

But after turning half the long street, there was still no figure of the man.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his ruddy and crystalline lips, how could that person be in such a place?

Obviously, he has decided to forget him as a person, but every time he goes out, he thinks that he lives in the same city as him, is it possible to meet him around the corner?

Obviously, there are already other women around him, and he has made up his mind not to like him again, but he just wants to see him again......

Listen to him call angrily, Shen Jia.

Surrounded by endless lights, it is the noise of people who are noisy and happy.

The little girl was led forward by the noble son of Shengxue in white, and in such a bustle, she burst into tears inexplicably.

Miss him so much......

Miss him so much......

The heart is like being entangled by vines, gradually tightening, and the pain is terrible.

The little girl suppressed her crying, and let the tears fall in large swades, wetting the placket of her clothes and her little face under the mask.

That's what it is...... What does it taste like to miss?

"Xiao Miaomiao, eat sugar gourd." Jun Shuying came out of nowhere with a string of sugar gourds wrapped in rock sugar coating, and handed it to the little girl with a smile, but saw that she was staring at her toes, the placket on her chest was soaked with water, and a few drops of crystal clear liquid were hanging on her sharp chin.

The market is bustling.

The hand holding the rock sugar gourd slowly drooped, and he held her little face expressionlessly, only the eyes behind the mask had already been dyed crimson, and the crystal liquid was still flowing down, staining the back of his hand, inexplicably burning.

The man was silent for a long time, and his voice was soft: "Do you miss him?" ”

Shen Miaoyan didn't dare to look at him, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry......"

She tried to take a step forward and agreed to be with Jun Shuying, but she failed him with her original intention.

She regretted it, she wanted to take a step back, but she found that rejecting Jun Shuying was also a disappointment.

The rock sugar gourd fell from his hand to the ground, and the crystal clear sugar coating was stained with dirt.

Jun Shuying turned around slowly, her extremely gorgeous face hidden under the fox mask, and she couldn't see her expression.

Suddenly, he walked towards the bright street.

The little girl stood alone on Taihe Street, and finally, she couldn't cry.

The other side.

Countless good men and women gathered under the delicately painted Bodhisattva statue, the Bodhisattva statue made of colored paper is several zhang high, and the lotus flower under the seat is much higher than ordinary people.

Xie Tao happily pulled Gu Qinyuan to worship the Bodhisattva, and pointed with his little hand, "Brother Qinyuan, there are many people under the sacred tree over there who are throwing their wishes!" Let's go toss one too, shall we? ”

The so-called sacred tree is an ancient banyan tree that has grown for thousands of years, and the canopy of the tree almost covers half of the street, and it is still flourishing today, which is the belief of many people in the Great Zhou.

It is a tradition of the Great Zhou Dynasty to throw a wish belt on the sacred tree, and it is said that if you can throw the red silk on the highest branch, then the wish written on the red silk will definitely come true.

Gu Qinyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he said hello.

The two walked to the sacred tree, where pen, ink, paper and inkstone were displayed for visitors to write their wishes on the red silk.

Xie Tao finished writing seriously, a happy smile wandered on his little face, and he read it reverently: "May Brother Qinyuan be healthy and live a long life!" ”

She finished reading and turned to the side, "Brother Qin Yuan—"

Surrounded by sideburns, fragrant clothes, and figures, where is Gu Qinyuan's figure.

The doll's face was full of confusion, and she looked around, but she didn't see Gu Qinyuan's figure.

The little girl was at a loss when a smiling voice suddenly sounded, "Little mute, why are you again?" ”

Xie Tao looked for the voice, and Xiao Chengjue, who was dressed in a cyan brocade robe, was standing not far away, looking at her with his hands behind his back and smiling.

Thinking of what this person sent last time, she was a little embarrassed, and bowed slightly to him: "Xiao Gongzi." ”

Xiao Chengjue held a piece of paper between his fingers and walked over, "I drew a lot in front of the Bodhisattva, saying that there was a marriage here, but I didn't see my marriage, but I saw you, a little dumb." It can be seen that the Bodhisattva is really not sincere. ”

Xie Tao's cheeks flushed, tugging at the corners of his clothes, and said seriously: "Bodhisattvas don't deceive people......

She used to ask the Bodhisattva to bless Brother Qinyuan with peace and smoothness and his body to recover his health, but now she has found a medicine to treat Brother Qinyuan's body, isn't it the Bodhisattva's manifestation?

Xiao Chengjue looked at her with a simple look, and his heart was amused and sighed.

The words on this paper are clearly Gu Qinyuan's handwriting.

What does that man want to do with this simple little mute?

He caught a glimpse of a seller selling osmanthus chestnut cake next to him, and said lightly: "Little dumb, do you want to eat osmanthus cake?" I invite you to eat. ”

"I ...... I'm not called a little mute! Xie Tao was a little angry, plucked up his courage, raised his head and stared at him fiercely, but quickly withdrew his gaze timidly.

"Then what shall I call you? Second Young Lady Gu? Farewell, it's a long name, calling tired. ”

Xiao Chengjue rarely had a playful heart, and came to her, his smile revealing a little flirtatious.

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