"Ahh

Wu Xing rubbed her itchy nose and sneezed, who missed her?

It's been out for so long, Sister Xiaoman should be very worried about her, right? Do you want to bring anything back for her when you go back? But I don't have any money, it's all spent by Mr., wouldn't it be good to take Mr.'s money to buy things and give them to Sister Xiaoman?

Wu Xing was surprised to find that he seemed to be a little different from the original, he had only been in the Holy Sect for less than two months, but the things he experienced were much more interesting than the four years when he was in the village, when he was in the village, whether it was her father or her neighbors and relatives, they didn't like her, and no one treated her well, she didn't like it there, and she didn't miss it at all after leaving, but now she misses Sister Xiaoman a little bit, and misses all the delicious food she cooks.

Has she learned these emotions, or is it just because she wants to be like normal people?

A warm hand touched her head, interrupting her train of thought, and the warm current flowed down the palm of the hand on the top of her head, and after a while, the wet hair that had just taken a shower was dry.

The husband helped her dry her hair with internal force, put clothes on her and tie her belt, "It's cold in autumn, dry your hair and dress up, don't get the wind chill anymore." "Sir.

"I've let them move on their own, and there's still a few hours left before dark, if there's anything you want to do, I can accompany you. ”

Shopping alone with Mr. Wu Xing was a little moved, but, "I want to practice calligraphy, I have been out for so many days, and I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time." "You have to be what your husband expects, so that you can always be by his side.

Mr. smiled, the little girl came out and could still think about practicing words, with a good heart, "I didn't bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I bought it and it was troublesome to go on the road, practicing words is a long-term accumulation, don't be in a hurry, I'll take you out for a walk." ”

Wu Xing nodded, and went downstairs with Mr., Xuanzhen Temple is orthodox, and the disciples are more willing to act chivalrous and righteous, eliminate evil and help danger, so that the public security of Danyang is excellent, there is not even a petty thief, and there is a prosperous and lively scene everywhere.

They are a small stronghold of the Holy Sect here at the moment, the front yard is a hidden silk village, and the back yard is where they live, which is not hidden, it can be regarded as a temporary residence for the disciples of the Holy Sect when they occasionally go out to run errands.

Originally, Song Ning's idea was to drive He Shuke away, no matter how important the stronghold was, it was also a secret of the Holy Sect, how could an outsider be allowed to live in? Cheng Yanqiu felt that it was nothing, and he didn't want to cause more trouble, lest He Shuke have to think of some crooked tricks to entangle.

So when I went downstairs, I saw two people standing there, one with a hippie smile and the other with a cold face.

"I knew that Mr. would definitely go out for a walk, I have been to Danyang many times, I can show you the way!" He Shuke said with a smile.

Song Ning has now developed the habit of refuting everything he says, and reflexively sarcastically said, "Mr. is well-informed, and he needs you to guide the way." ”

"Okay, come along, noise. "Mr. can't help but have a little headache, he was fine when he was in the Holy Sect, how could he meet this He Shuke, Ning was like a different person, arguing with him like a child all day long.

A few people went out, the road was full of pedestrians, bustling with people coming and going, the street was full of snacks and gadgets selling, Wu Xing looked at it at a good glance, why are there so many people? I had never seen such a lively scene in Qutang Town, but she didn't seem to have been to the town a few times, maybe she was too uninformed.

Suddenly, a large number of people surrounded the front, Wu Xing stretched his neck to look in, but unfortunately his height was limited, and all he saw was a dense butt and legs, Mr. saw this, picked up Wu Xing, and flew up to the roof on tiptoe, "See it more clearly here." ”

Wu Xing saw that there were people playing tricks inside, a man wearing a brown short beat was beating the gong, and another shirtless man was throwing flower balls high, five or six flower balls flew up and down flexibly in his hands, which was dazzling, and he suddenly threw the flower balls high, picked up a few small bamboo baskets in his hands and placed them on the table, the flower balls fell one by one, and they all happened to fall in the baskets, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.

However, there are only four bamboo baskets with six flower balls, Wu Xing can't help but feel a little strange, what about the other two flower balls?

The man who struck the gong made a circle of cutscenes, shouting at the top of his voice, "Guess the flower ball, guess once for a penny, and if you guess correctly, you will get a big kite!"

There are several half-human-high kites on the platform, there are auspicious cloud patterns, magpie patterns, and centipede and bat patterns, thin bamboo bones form a bracket, the kite paper is bright and bright, the flowers are very good-looking, attracting the interest of many people, but a penny, even a meat bun can not be bought, it doesn't matter if you guess wrong, the onlookers are eager to try.

One of them raised his hand and squeezed through the crowd, panting and saying in a loud voice, "I guess there are three flower balls in the first one on the left!"

The man who threw the flower ball on the stage shook his head regretfully, there was a boo around him, the man paid the money and got into the pile, and several more people went to try, a boy who looked seven or eight years old took a penny from his family and went to the stage, "The second two flower balls! The third two flower balls!"

"This little boy is really eye-catching, and he is very intelligent, go pick a kite. The man who struck the gong laughed, and the little boy's grinning eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a toothless mouth.

The little boy happily got off the stage with the kite, and frolicked with his little friends with the kite, and the crisp childish laughter passed by Wu Xing's feet.

"Fly a kite! Chrysanthemum yellow, chrysanthemum fragrance. On September 9, drink chrysanthemum wine. The sound of the song "People are drunk with chrysanthemums and drunk Chongyang ......" echoed through several alleys and reached Wu Xing's ears, and she suddenly realized, no wonder there are so many people in such a lively manner, Mr. must take her out for a walk, it turns out that it is the Chongyang Festival on September 9.

Every festive season, it is not surprising that Sister Xiaoman misses her, and she misses Sister Xiaoman.

He Shuke stood under the eaves and threw something up, Wu Xing didn't see it clearly, Mr. had already reached out in front of her, caught the paper bag, opened it and saw that it was a few pieces of Chongyang cake.

"Little Awu, this is the most delicious Chongyang cake I found in Danyang City, you have to thank me, tell me more good things in front of Mr.!" He Shuke shook his hand and smiled and showed a mouthful of big white teeth.

Cheng Yanqiu scolded with a smile, "Do you say this kind of thing in front of me?" He Shuke touched his head and smiled embarrassedly, turned around and ran away again.

Twisted a piece of Chongyang cake and put it in his mouth, Cheng Yanqiu put the remaining pieces into Wu Xing's arms, "Well, it tastes good, let's eat it." ”

Wu Xing took a bite, it was soft and glutinous, sweet, soft and delicious, and the taste was really good.