1995: C1995 And He Was Shy

C1995 And He Was Shy

The Imperial City had a long history. There had always been a custom of lighting lanterns in the vicinity of this river. However, it had been passed down since then, and it had become a tradition for young men and women to light lanterns here all year long.0

Beiming Yumo and Huo Chenfei got out of the car and went over. They saw that there were many people selling lanterns by the river. The lanterns had all kinds of colors, and some were even especially exquisite.

The two of them walked in front of an old lady. When they saw that the old lady looked to be about eighty years old and her fingers were all red from the cold, they wanted to take care of the business wholeheartedly.

Beiming Yumo asked, "Old lady, do you have the palace lamp style from other families?

We want to buy more."

The old lady shook her head. "I made my own house. The palace lamp can't fly high, so I didn't make it."

After saying that, she raised her turbid eyes to size up the young man and woman in front of her. However, her gaze seemed to pass through the two of them as she gazed into the distance. "It might be good if you two are young. Anything you like is good to see. But life is actually the most peaceful and uneventful, just like my lanterns. When I was young, they would laugh at me for not being good-looking, but every time my lanterns fly the highest and furthest away. "

Beiming Yumo heard her and turned to look at Huo Chenfei.

She was bending over to get the old lady's lantern. She even took a pen and prepared to write on the lantern.

Her facial features were quiet and gentle, and because of the dancing candlelight around her, she was very lively. Seeing this made his heart unconsciously calm down.

Beiming Yumo suddenly felt that at this moment, the peace in his heart seemed to have been sublimated.

Huo Chenfei's heart ached for the old lady, so she picked out all twelve of the old lady's lanterns. She held a pen and let Beiming Yumo write on it.

Beiming Yumo quickly looked at Huo Chenfei and hugged a few of his flower lamps to write on her back.

Huo Chenfei turned her head and saw no one. She saw that Beiming Yumo was a few meters away from her, so she wanted to go over.

The old lady who closed the stall pulled her wrist. "Little girl, your boyfriend is shy. I don't want you to see what he wrote! Sigh, just like my old man in the past. "I married him when I was seventeen. In a flash, it has been a few decades. He has also left for a few years. I estimate that I will have to accompany him in another two years. This old man, he's already in his 70s and he's still shy... " She finished speaking. She muttered as she walked away.

Huo Chenfei looked at Beiming Yumo's back and could not help but take a pen and write on the flower lamp - forever be my whale head stork.

The two of them lit twelve lamps and lit the candles inside at one point.

As the candles burned, the oxygen inside was consumed. The carbon dioxide sank and the air pressure lifted up the flower lamp and slowly rose.

Twelve lamps flew up one after another, lighting up the surroundings until it was hazy. Beiming Yumo and Huo Chenfei raised their heads and looked at the flower lamp flying higher and higher.

The words on the lanterns were getting smaller and smaller, because the lanterns were constantly moving. Huo Chenfei did not see clearly, so she could not help but be curious. "Yumo, what did you write?"

Beiming Yumo's expression was a little unnatural. He said, "It is a wish. If the old lady said it, it wouldn't work if she said it."

"So you don't want to know what I wrote?"

Huo Chenfei asked.

"I..." Beiming Yumo paused. He actually... really wanted to know.

"Stork?"

Huo Chenfei deliberately raised her voice.

Beiming Yumo was stunned. After a moment, he understood what she meant and felt a little helpless.

He lowered his head and looked at Huo Chenfei. He considered his choice of words, but there was still some unwillingness in his tone. "Chen Fei, that whale stork is so ugly, and its mouth is so big. Why do you think I look like it?"

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