Shen Yanhe and Yu Ziye walked side by side, chatting with each other, and they couldn't wait to be two feet away in the middle. After a while, they came to the market, and there were more people.

The familiar bazaar is full of lanterns and is bustling with activity. The music is in full swing, and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

In the square at the city gate, a huge Buddha lamp burns like a bonfire.

The girls are dancing around the fire in various colorful skirts. The boys blew their horns and beat their skin drums.

On the hillside not far from the fire, most people sit in groups and twos, and wish-making lamps are lit in the middle.

These lanterns are simply mounted, and they are not as elaborate as the lanterns in the rest of the continents.

Looking at the passers-by in pairs, Yu Ziye somewhat understood why Lian Shuangshuang had to ask Shen Yanhe to accompany him, could this be Yanwu's Qixi Festival?

It is recorded in ancient books that a long time ago, when women were not allowed to go out of the street freely, they could only go out of the house during the Lantern Festival, so the day of burning the lamp to worship the Buddha became a festival for young men and women to complain to each other.

The market was boiling and crowded, and Yu Ziye had to lean against Shen Yanhe and move forward slowly, and he could even feel his snort sweeping across his forehead.

She was a little confused in her heart, turned her head to look at him, and saw that Shen Yanhe frowned slightly, she was not very comfortable, but she didn't say anything, and when she met someone who was walking quickly, she would stretch out her arm and quietly protect her direction.

At this time, the kind mother-in-law who sold lamps on the side saw that the two of them were not locals, so she accosted her in a simple Wuzhou dialect:

"The two of you light a lamp, make a wish, and leave a memorial, right?"

Yu Ziye leaned over and looked at the lantern on the stall with great interest, although it was simple, but the pattern was hollowed, and the totem styles were different, but it was also beautiful.

Shen Yanhe took out some silver money: "Mother-in-law, let's have one." ”

Yu Ziye looked at him with some surprise, this cold-faced boy would take the initiative to buy a lamp for himself??

"There were too many people, so I bought it and went to the mountains. Shen Yanhe took the silver money he found and pointed to the empty hillside not far away.

The mother-in-law smiled gently, but she was also understanding:

"Look at the talent and beauty of the two of you, you have the same heart, and a lamp can last a long time!"

"We are not ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly caught a glimpse that Shen Yanhe had already walked away, and quickly picked up the lamp and chased after her.

The two of them came to a quieter part of the hillside, and took a fire from the small fire on the hillside, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Yanhe bought some wine specially made for the Lantern Festival, and sat aside to watch Yu Ziye light the lamp.

She gently held the lamp, and when it puffed up, she let it burn quietly.

Shen Yanhe sat on the side, his eyes reflected in the firelight.

His eyes are like two deep springs, and it is difficult to see their ups and downs, and it is even rare to see them surging. Although it can occasionally become vivid. But more often than not, it's just bottomless.

"I saw you in the Extreme South Immortal Realm that day, but you are a mortal body, what have you experienced?"

Yu Ziye asked, thinking that he might not be able to get an answer, but who knew that Shen Yanhe was willing to say a few more words:

"Eight hundred years ago, I was exiled to the Fuso Flower Sea and lost my memories of that time. ”

"And then?" Yu Ziye asked him with a raised face, as if listening to a story.

Shen Yanhe glanced at her and continued:

"At that time, I lost my primordial spirit, and I almost lost my life in the Fusang Flower Sea. ”

Yu Ziye didn't reply, and the two fell silent.

Of course, she remembered that eight hundred years ago, the fate of the five continents overturned, and purgatory on earth. When you look up, you can see the obsidian sun and the sky that looks like it's stained red with blood.

She was also rescued by Yu Laosan at that time, and she has had a home since then.

But at this moment, she seemed to have experienced Shen Yanhe's desolation in the past eight hundred years.

I remember that I was born as a human being, but I don't know who my parents are, I remember that I have mastered the method, but I don't remember who I studied with, I don't know where the original spirit goes, and I don't know why I am a mortal......

Although Yu Ziye also has no memory of 800 years ago, over the years, whenever she is confused, there is a father.

Maybe Dad is always half-talking, maybe he's hiding something, but there is always someone there for her to lean on.

But Shen Yanhe only has the memory of being alone in the extreme south for the past 800 years.

He may just not know how to use his true self to face others.

Yu Ziye spoke out to break the silence:

"Actually, I picked it up by my father 800 years ago, and I don't know anything about his experience before that, so maybe he and you are really old acquaintances. ”

Shen Yanhe looked at the firelight with an indifferent expression:

"Uncle Yu must know something, something about my past, maybe your past, but it's not time to tell you about me yet. ”

Yu Ziye looked at Shen Yanhe in surprise: "Since you have noticed it, you are still so calm, why don't you ask him?"

After all, he can be so persistent in finding clues to the past for the sake of mulberry wine, and this time it is clear that Yu Laosan knows his past, but how can he be so calm.

Shen Yanhe remained silent: "Maybe the time has not come, let it go." ”

Yu Ziye didn't speak, he really didn't know what could stir up a little wave of this person.

Shen Yanhe saw that Yu Ziye was deep in thought, and suddenly remembered something, so he took out an oiled paper bag and handed it to her.

When he first bought wine at the wine store, he saw that the girls on the side were buying this fruit, and he just thought that it should taste good.

However, when he realized it, he had already handed over two taels of silver by the gods.

I took the oil paper bag and opened it gently, and the three round and glutinous pink dumplings were squeezed together, exuding a faint taste of grape wine.

Yu Ziye's eyes lit up: "It's so cute, you eat it too?"

Shen Yanhe shook his head and took a sip of wine: "No, it's too sweet, I can't stand it." ”

The sweet and glutinous fruity fragrance melted in his mouth, and looking at the light of the lamp, Yu Ziye suddenly felt a little touched in his heart.

Shen Yanhe seems to be cold as frost and doesn't care about many things, but he is actually a considerate person.

The righteousness of rescuing the beaten central people, the honesty that admits if she can't beat it in the fantasy world, and the carefulness of buying fruit for her sweet-loving ......

These are the most real of him. Maybe he just used his cold appearance to disguise his confusion.

Yu Ziye wiped his mouth, lazily changed to a comfortable sitting position and said:

"Shen Yanhe, although you have lost your memory, you are still you. What you're going to do, what you've approved, won't change. What you can't find is a memory of 800 years ago, but you haven't lost your true self. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Yu's eyes, Yu Ziye's words seemed to brush over the untouched place in his heart, and something quietly melted a little.

Turning her face to look at the woman, she was biting into a wine-soaked fruit, and there was some powdered sugar on the side of her mouth.

Shen Yanhe sighed in his heart, the person who said this was just a fairy who had just become an adult.

I didn't know the past of my closest family members, and I didn't know what the road ahead was. But she can be so persistent and determined.

On the contrary, he was not bold enough.

Shen Yanhe looked at the woman on the side, her little face was stained with some powdered sugar, and she sighed and said, "It's on your face." ”