The burning pine resin heated the air, and the lantern slowly rose into the air, and the flame faded away, getting smaller and smaller, and finally merged into the starry sky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The girl folded her hands, her pretty face was pious, and her heart contained a good wish, watching the prayer lantern drift away.

After the release of the sky lantern and prayer for blessings, there are more links, the girls are laughing, the bears are making noise, and the whole Liuye Village is in a boiling atmosphere.

Li Yi leaned on a big tree under Qiaolou, his eyes and thoughts drifted into the distance with the prayer lantern, and at this time, he was incompatible with this festive atmosphere.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The loneliness of living in a foreign land has never been clearer. The more active the surrounding atmosphere became, the more a certain emotion that Li Yi had been hiding deep in his heart became more and more apparent, until he could no longer suppress it.

Mom's nagging often makes him feel impatient, and a few neurotic friends also make him feel careless in making friends, and often scolds the black-hearted boss who works overtime and doesn't pay overtime, and occasionally sighs about a messy life......

But these ...... But these are the things he misses the most now!

Li Yi, who has never been very emotional, couldn't help but burst into tears at this time.

On the top of the Qiao Tower, the woman with her arms around and holding a long sword stood there, looking at the figure not far away, revealing a side she had never seen before, and a slight difference appeared on her pretty face, both surprised and stunned......

It was only then that she realized that the down-and-out scholar she thought she had seen through seemed to be covered with a veil of mystery.

"Uncle......"

A delicate figure ran over from a distance, the little girl's face was full of smiles, her eyes were bent into crescents, she lifted the hem of her clothes, and said to Li Yi as if showing off: "Uncle, I stole some Qiaoguo from there......"

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, his crisp voice became panicked, "Uncle, you...... Why are you crying? ”

Li Yi flicked his sleeves, wiped away the tears on his face without showing a trace, and said with a smile: "It's okay, there was sand in my eyes just now." ”

"Then uncle, you take these clever fruits, and Xiaohuan will help you blow ......"

In the girl's somewhat cautious blowing sound, a certain prayer lantern that first rose into the sky, because the pine resin was about to burn out, shook a few times in the air, and then slowly fell in a certain direction.

In the dark night, the starlight reflected a huge shadow, and a magnificent city appeared in the flickering lights.

The tall city walls divide the inside and outside into two worlds, the outside of the city is lonely and deserted, and the atmosphere inside the city is almost boiling.

The shouting and shouting were mixed with the deafening sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers...... For those who live in the city, the nightlife has just begun.

On the main road in the city, before dark, the carriages and horses are already in an endless stream, outside the tall courtyard walls of some rich and noble families, occasionally expose a corner of the color building, the streets and alleys, the prostitute restaurant, display all kinds of items at the door, face to face the game luxury......

On the sparkling river, reflecting the lights and lights, there is an endless stream of boats, singing and laughter hovering above the river, rising and scattering, scattering and rising.

At this time, on a slow-moving two-story painting boat, a small poetry meeting has reached a climax.

"Brother Su is talented, and the foolish brother is ashamed ......"

"Brother Su tonight, I'm afraid I'm going to win the first place."

"Hehe, it's just an occasional gain, and the first name naturally doesn't dare to say, and you still need to evaluate and correct."

"Brother Su is too modest, on the words of Qixi Festival, no one present can compare to you......"

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It seems that a certain young student has made a good speech, which has attracted a burst of admiration from everyone around him, and after the young man surnamed Su shirked a few words, he inevitably showed a smug expression on his face.

Although tonight is only a small poetry club, and the participants are only a few lesser-known poetry societies, even if the works can come out on top, they can only circulate in a small area, and tomorrow, I am afraid that they will be drowned in the vast sea of lyrics.

But at least at this moment, for the praise of the people around him, the young man surnamed Su is still extremely useful in his heart, and if there is a singer to sing later, his vanity will be greatly satisfied.

"Hmph, isn't it too early to be proud of this nonsense before the poetry meeting ends?"

In the midst of all the praises, a cold snort suddenly came, which was naturally extremely harsh.

Everyone turned their heads angrily and saw several figures walking towards this side.

"It's the White Dew Poetry Society."

Seeing the appearance of those people, everyone's brows furrowed slightly, obviously not treating each other very well.

This is not surprising, since ancient times, literati have been light, everyone belongs to different poetry societies, and they don't look down on them very much on weekdays, and they are even more competitive in the poetry club, especially when the other party is still disrespectful just now, so naturally they will not give them any good faces.

"Oh, I don't know what Brother Fang has to say?" The young man surnamed Su raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I can't talk about the advice, but I just happened to get a Qixi poem, why don't you ask the literary friends of the Dongli Poetry Society to correct it?" A young man in a cyan robe at the front said lightly.

"Listen up."

The young man surnamed Fang was not polite, there was pen and ink on the table next to him, he simply picked up the pen, pondered for a while, and then wrote on the white paper.

Everyone's eyes naturally fell on the table at the same time, and when the young man surnamed Fang was halfway through writing, the faces of the group of people led by the young man surnamed Su changed slightly, and their expressions became a little unnatural.

"The style is poignant, borrowing the morning glory and the weaver girl, the joys and sorrows of the world, good words, Su Wentian is better than Fangzhou, I'm afraid it's still so bad."

The people who can participate in the poetry meeting have more or less some cultural background, and at this time, the people around them saw the words written by the young man surnamed Fang, compared with the previous Su Wentian's poem, whether it is the choice of words or the idea, the former is superior.

On the poetry meeting, this is probably the case, even if it is a rare good word on weekdays, it is common for people to be compared, and it is not uncommon for people to be unknown before, with a good word, to become famous, and to gain fame and fortune.

This is the charm of poetry.

Defeated by the opponent's word, the young man surnamed Su took the people of the Dongli Poetry Society to go elsewhere, and the victorious Bai Lu Poetry Society began to enjoy the praise of everyone, and no one noticed that at this time, a singer who had just finished singing walked out of the ship hall and came to the deck.

Ge Ji glanced up, a chuckle appeared on her face, went up the top floor along the stairs on the side, walked to the carved railing on the side, and smiled at the woman leaning on the railing looking at the river: "Why did one person come up, and how many people have good lyrics, do you want to go down and have a look?" ”

The woman turned her head slightly, revealing a beautiful face, and smiled: "It's okay not to look at it, although the words are different, but most of them are "fun and short" and the like, sad and sad, without any new ideas, and the ears are about to hear the cocoon. ”

The singer smiled bitterly: "I wonder how those talented people downstairs would feel if they learned that Miss Wan described them like this?" ”

The beautiful woman on the side was about to speak, and suddenly looked up, and the singer also felt something, and when she looked up, she suddenly saw a slight flash of firelight, and then a white shadow fell from the sky and landed at the feet of the two.