Chapter 174 Night Market

Not only Xing'er, but also Lin Huazhi looked at Zhang Ziqing.

Sure enough, as soon as Xing'er's words fell to the ground, Zhang Ziqing's face immediately changed and snorted coldly.

Lin Huazhi couldn't help laughing and turned her eyes. She asked jokingly, "Are you unhappy?"

Zhang Ziqing flattened her mouth and nodded aggrievedly: "Huazhi, why did that man give you a lantern?"

Lin Huazhi was speechy and turned to look at the lantern in Xing'er's hand. After a long time, she said, "It's just boring." Without waiting for Zhang Ziqing to say anything more, Lin Huazhi ordered Xing'er to take out the lanterns.

Xing'er looked at her and Zhang Ziqing. Then she answered with a smile and turned out of the room with a lantern.

Zhang Ziqing was happy. Maybe he didn't know why he was angry, but he could see that Lin Huazhi didn't like the lanterns sent by Yan Shaobai, and he was originally very depressed and suddenly became happy.

Zhang Ziqing took Lin Huazhi's hand and patted his chest and said, "Huazhi, I'll buy you the biggest and best lantern later."

Lin Huazhi smiled and didn't say anything. She just remembered something. Last year, when she was still waiting for Yan Shaobai in the house, she once talked to Baoqin and Ruyi in the backyard and mentioned that she had seen a beautiful lotus-shaped lantern in the past. Today, she saw the lantern sent by Yan Shaobai. I'm afraid that what Yan Shaobai said that day was heard, such as I still remember it today.

The lantern is very beautiful, and Lin Huazhi understands the meaning, but she has no idea anymore.

Looking up at Zhang Ziqing, Lin Huazhi secretly thought about it and asked Xing'er to lose the lantern.

As soon as the sun set, Zhang Ziqing impatiently pulled Lin Huazhi out of the door. Chunbai and Qingling walked behind them, but then turned to the main street. When Lin Huazhi turned back, Chunbai and Qingling did not know where they had gone.

She secretly took a bite of Chunbai and Qingling, and Lin Huazhi didn't have time to look for them. Now, she is busy taking care of Zhang Ziqing around her.

Zhang Ziqing is like a child. Everything on the street is novel and familiar to him. The familiarity is because the night market of the Zhongyuan Festival is similar every year. The novelty is that for Zhang Ziqing, who is a child's heart, such a lively and noisy scene is full of joy everywhere.

From street snacks, to all kinds of small objects of life, to the wide-mouthed long bottles sold on the street, Zhang Ziqing has great enthusiasm for everything. His eyes have always been bright, like bright stars in the galaxy. The smile on his face is magical, which inexplicably makes Lin Huazhi's heart full of warm things.

From Fengshengfang to the big stone bridge, to the inner lake, the riverside is crowded with many people, and there are more than a dozen vendors who buy lanterns. Zhang Ziqing remembered what he said to Lin Huazhi in the afternoon. The family looked over and finally looked at a lotus pagoda lamp imitating a palace lamp at a white-bearded old man's stall. It stood upright, nearly one person high. Zhang Ziqing was worried and asked the old man repeatedly, but the biggest lantern in Jiangdong Mansion. The old man was also a kind person. He smiled and repeatedly promised that his family's lanterns would be the largest this year.

Hearing that it was the biggest lantern, Zhang Ziqing didn't say anything and took out the money and bought it. Lin Huazhi only smiled and said nothing, waiting for Zhang Ziqing to buy the lantern. She laughed and said, "We can't move such a big lantern."

Well, Zhang Ziqing found the problem and looked bitterly. Yes, this nearly high lantern can't be moved by two people.

The old man next to him came up with a good idea. He borrowed a cart from the nearby restaurant and temporarily invited four men. Several people took action and finally moved the big lanterns to the riverside to put down the water. Finally, the men said that the prince's wife was so blessed that Zhang Ziqing gave him an extra 20 cents each.

Lin Huazhi blushed. Who is his wife?

Zhang Ziqing was very happy. He took out the fire folds and lit the candles in the lanterns one by one. When all the candles were lit, the lanterns were like dreams against the open fire, and the water waves reflected the yellow lights, and everything looked so beautiful.

"Flower branches."

Zhang Ziqing called softly. Lin Huazhi turned his head and looked. Zhang Ziqing handed the fire in his hand to her hand: "Here's some at the top."

Lin Huazhi looked at it. The candle at the top of the Lotus Pagoda had not been lit. She smiled and took over the fire. Zhang Ziqing naturally wrapped her waist. Lin Huazhi raised her feet and raised her hand to light the top candle. Then, the two worked together to push the lantern out.

Driven by the water waves, the lanterns slowly float to the far and deep. Their lotus pagoda lanterns are the largest and brightest all over the lake. The lanterns are like deep night pearls, reflecting the whole river.

"Flower branches, make a wish." For a long time, Zhang Ziqing suddenly said.

Looking at the fading lantern, the warmth of Zhang Ziqing came from her palm. Lin Huazhi found that she had never been so happy and satisfied, and her heart was calm, but her chest was full of things, no sadness and pain.

So...

- Wish, happy life!

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Tradition, the first half of the Zhongyuan Festival is a human city, and the second half of the night is a ghost market. Before midnight, the third watch drum sounded, and the mortals avoided it, and the ghosts walked at night.

Lin Huazhi and Zhang Ziqing played for a while. After hearing the second update, they returned home along Deshengfang and met Chunbai and Qingling in Shunde Street. When Lin Huazhi saw Chunbai holding a rabbit lantern in his hand and holding hands with Qingling, he couldn't help thinking that these two people were afraid that good things were approaching.

Qingling did not avoid Lin Huazhi. When he saw her coming with Zhang Ziqing, he smiled and said, "Come on, let's go to Aunt Zhang's place to eat a bowl of dumplings."

This dumpling is made of good hindfoot meat, beaten into mashed with wooden sticks, mixed with an appropriate amount of sweet potato powder, and then cut into three inches of square pieces, wrapped in meat stuffing, made into flat food, cooked and eaten with soup. It can also be regarded as a characteristic snack of Jiangdong City. Zhang Ziqing likes it most.

Go to the noodle stall where Aunt Zhang stood next to Long Street. There were already a lot of people lined up. Today, Chunbai was rarely happy. Chunbai smiled and sent Qingling and Zhang Ziqing to queue up. She pulled Lin Huazhi to rest.

Find a bench. When he was about to sit down, Lin Huazhi inadvertently looked up and saw a figure flashing at the back alleyway behind the stall. Through the candle on the stall, although the light was not bright, Lin Huazhi still recognized the figure. Subconsciously frowned, Lin Huazhi was a little strange. Why did Mingyue appear here at this time? Looking around, Lin Huazhi did not see Cui Ting or the people in Yan's house. Before she thought about it, Chunbai beside her pulled her. When she looked up again, the back alley was already empty.

This little accident did not attract Lin Huazhi's attention. After a while, Qingling and Zhang Ziqing came over carrying soup bowls. The fragrant soup made Lin Huazhi's stomach rumble, which took care of other things.

Lin Huazhi was very happy this night.

The next morning, Lin Huazhi slept in. She got up from **. Xing'er brought water in. Lin Huazhi found that her face was quite bad. After cleaning her hands and face, Lin Huazhi asked casually, and then only heard Xing'er's pale face and whispered, "Sister Huazhi, Mingyue is dead."

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Swallow dumplings, a famous snack in Fujian.

It's ten o'clock in the morning.

PS, this article must be HE, not a tragedy.