A bright moon hangs high, and clear light sprinkles the sky and the earth.

The streets are crowded with people, everyone is dressed up in beautiful clothes, dressed up refreshingly, walking with family and friends, and singing and admiring the moon together.

As far as the eye can see, the moonlight is the same as the lights.

The bright moon reflected the sky very high, the moon sank into the blue sea, and from time to time there were stars flashing, which was the monk's escape.

The light was like a meteor, arousing the children to high-five, clap their hands, and cheer and jump.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival is slightly different from the Lantern Festival, and is mainly based on river lanterns.

There happens to be a small river passing through the city in Luoyan City, at this time the riverside has been crowded with bustling people, and the lotus lanterns on the river surface meander away with the water, and the lights and shadows are sufficient, as if the stars in the sky are sprinkled.

The fire illuminated the junction of water and sky, and Xia Forsythia met Ling Shouyi here.

She came out and walked aimlessly, with the intention of hitting her luck, but she didn't expect to really ask her to bump into him.

The white-clothed young Taoist stood quietly under the lamp, motionless, unaware of the excitement and laughter around him.

After splashing ink and black hair hanging down to the waist, the back and waist are extremely thin and straight.

A row of lanterns in front of him knocked down a soft rouge color, and the silhouette of the side face was more and more bright and clear like ice and jade under the reflection of the lights.

The eyebrows and eyes are indifferent, the microwave under the dark eyes is not happy, and the stars are soaked in the cold for a day.

The thicker, the lighter.

The more glamorous, the more deserted.

Xia Lianqiao lost his mind for a while, but Ling Shouyi seemed to be slightly aware and turned his face.

Facing the faint eyes, she thought, this is really a sudden retrospective, but the person is in the dim light.

Ling Shouyi didn't expect to meet her here, his eyebrows frowned slightly, "Forsythia? ”

Leng Buding bumped into Ling Shouyi, which was completely unexpected by Xia Lianyi, she stumbled for a while, and asked awkwardly, "Xiao Ling, are you still angry?" ”

Ling Shouyi met her gaze, his eyes were as calm as the sea, and it was strange to say that the resentment and dissatisfaction in his heart had all dissipated invisibly at this moment.

Maybe the moonlight is close at hand, and the sweetheart is close at hand.

The girl's eyes widened slightly, she came out in a hurry, she had never dressed up, she was not wearing powder, her hair was messy, she was wearing old clothes, and she had a little bit of the dust in the secret realm.

Ling Shouyi couldn't look away for some reason.

Such a beautiful moonlight, such a beautiful season, is the bridge willow boat berthed at night, is the lantern shadow cluster, is the bright moon Juanjuan, is the tide rises and falls, rippling on the shore, from the heart. No one can bear to spoil the fun.

Ling Shouyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and swallowed a little jerky: "I ......"

"I'm sorry."

He was crushed with a single blow, and he was completely defeated.

There is no way to fight back.

Before coming, Xia Forsythia had prepared a basket of rainbow farts, waiting to use them when he was brushing his hair later, but he never expected Ling Shouyi to bow his head on the spot and complete his self-strategy.

She: "......" had no idea what kind of psychological struggle he had just been experiencing.

In this way, it was clear that she was still in the cold war one moment, and the next moment, she took Ling Shouyi's hand and shuttled through the crowd.

People came and went, Ling Shouyi was still a little uncomfortable, and was firmly held by her. Ling Shouyi settled down, and didn't think much about it anymore, and his slender fingertips grabbed hers.

The muscles and bones are thin and thin, and there are thin sword cocoons on the fingers, rubbing the palms, and itching slightly.

Someone by the river was putting Kong Ming lanterns, thousands of lights were burning, competing to pour out, flying into the heavenly palace, sinking into the blue sea, seeing Xia Forsythia dizzying, envious.

Her mood also flew with the Kong Ming lantern in the sky.

Turning his head and asking Ling Shouyi's opinion with great interest, "Xiao Ling, do you want to let it go?" ”

Ling Shouyi: "If you want to let go, I'll accompany you." ”

In fact, she wanted to put Kong Ming lanterns long before the crossing, but modern control is very strict, and indiscriminate placement of Kong Ming lanterns may cause fires, and she has not been able to find an opportunity to put Kong Ming lanterns legally and compliantly.

I finally came once, and my heart was itching.

There were vendors on the side of the road who put Kong Ming lanterns, and Xia Lianqiao pulled Ling Shouyi to observe for a while.

Under Xiuzhen's worldview, the defense of men and women is not very strict, and many couples and lovers in the vicinity share a lamp and do not shy away from it.

She was relieved and boldly asked the vendor to buy one.

It's just a little difficult to pick up a pen and write.

What exactly can be written?

Xia Forsythia and Ling Chongxiao are forever married?

The first time she put Kong Ming Lantern with her boyfriend, she was reluctant to write these clichés, otherwise it didn't seem to be enough to show the unique preciousness of the friendship between the two of them.

"Xiao Ling, do you have any ideas?" She asked Ling Shouyi's opinion.

Ling Shouyi's pale lips pursed slightly, and he was also a little difficult.

When communicating with Xia Forsythia, although Ling Shouyi was a little numb, it was love, and the love was pure and true. In fact, he followed the rules and meticulously cultivated for 18 years. It's really a bit difficult for him to come up with some romantic vows.

As soon as Ling Shouyi was like this, Xia Lianqiao knew that he couldn't count on him.

She had almost exhausted what she had learned in her mind for a long time, and finally came up with a sentence that was quite appropriate and not so numb.

Before lifting the pen, he didn't forget to ask Ling Shouyi: "They all say that Kong Ming lanterns can reach the sky." ”

She smiled and asked, "Do you think the gods in the sky can really see what we have written?" ”

Ling Shouyi didn't think about it, and immediately replied, "Yes." ”

Xia Forsythia deliberately: "It's the same as you've seen it." ”

Ling Shouyi: "......"

He did.

Whenever there is such a festival, there are countless Kong Ming lanterns flying up to the gate of heaven.

At that time, the people in the immortal sect would also look at the wishes of mortals from afar.

Heaven and earth, this good time together.

It's just that it has nothing to do with him, he never looks.

The questioner has the intention, and the listener also has the heart, Ling Shouyi lowered his eyelashes, suddenly thought of his true identity, and his heart felt like a piece was ripped away.

He accused Xia of not trusting himself and unwilling to communicate with him, why wasn't he?

How could he have confessed his true identity to Xia Lianqiao?

The conscience of heaven and earth, when Xia Lianqiao asked this sentence, he simply thought of the lonely ontology Ling Zhenjun in the Immortal Gate, not hinting at anything with ulterior motives, and naturally he didn't expect Ling Shouyi's mental activities at this time to be ups and downs.

She thought about it, picked up the pen, and didn't write any good wishes, but wrote her name first.

Then she handed him the pen.

Ling Shouyi didn't ask her why she left a blank space and didn't write.

On such a festive occasion, he didn't want to think about it anymore, and without thinking, he put pen to paper with three words of fairy spirit and sharp muscles.

"Ling Chongxiao".

Xia Lianqiao happily took the brush and wrote a few words. Ling Shouyi wanted to see it, but her face was pushed back.

A lock of black hair fell down, adding a bit of grace to the indifference and handsomeness.

Seeing that her heart was pounding, she kissed her lips and kissed her, "I won't tell you." ”

Ling Shouyi: "......"

In desperation, he didn't ask any more questions.

After all, he can still see it in Xianmen.

The two lit the Kong Ming lantern together, and saw the Kong Ming lantern flying farther and farther, flying farther and farther, into the blue sea and blue sky, without a trace.

There is no black and white distinction between day and night, and the auspicious clouds are always rolling, and the clouds are cloudy, and the clouds are cloudy, and the phoenix gathers.

Thirty-three heavenly palaces, seventy-two treasure halls, palaces and temples are connected, suspended in the void, and magnificent.

The clouds in front of the temple are surging, like a tide surging. This is a vision formed by the convergence of all the spiritual energy in this world.

The majestic aura continues to emerge from the void, and it is like a waterfall falling from the sky, the desert is vast, and it is difficult to express its majesty and magnificence in words.

And in this flowing cloud, from time to time, there are more escapes and falls, and fairy children come and go.

At first glance, when he saw the young man in white, Zhenjun, he didn't dare to look directly, and leaned over to salute, "Ling Zhenjun." ”

The young man's dark eyes are indifferent like stars, more than eight feet long, magnificent, immortal and beautiful, wearing a coarse white linen robe, pedaling green cloth boots, hanging seven-star sword, and there is no superfluous jewel decoration throughout the body, clean and clean, cold and indifferent, so simple that it is even incompatible with the surrounding gods and fairies and gods.

Looking at the sky, there are thousands of Kong Ming lanterns, dotted with stars, floating in the blue sky.

A fairy child looked at Ling Shouyi's complexion, and said with a bold smile: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Nether Realm, and there are many mortals who put lanterns to pray for blessings. ”

The young man Zhenjun didn't say a word, only a spiritual opportunity hit the thousands of bright lights, and his slender fingertips with distinct bones grabbed one of them.

Those little fairy children don't feel any different, every festival, these blessing lanterns often float outside the gate of heaven, everyone occasionally rises up and will pick up a few to see what mortals pray for, what wishes.

The young immortal monarch narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes had been experienced inch by inch.

The relationship between the doppelganger and the ontology is very mysterious.

What you think, what you think, what you see, and what you feel is the same person.

But after all, it is only my own spiritual experience, not my own physical experience.

For this Yuqing Wei Xian Miao Sheng Ling Zhenjun, he was deeply moved by her and shared hardships with her, but after all, the body had never seen her with his own eyes.

If you let Xia Forsythia say, it is similar to opening the size of the number, the difference between video chat and face base.

It's hard to articulate the subtle differences.

As far as the eye can see, the lights pass by.

The lamp reads: "In the sky on earth, the same scenery, I know with you".