Changsheng has been preparing for the lantern festival in the evening for a long time, especially Xuejin. She no longer knows how to smear mud and pot ashes on Xuejin’s face. Because she is in the county town, it is more convenient to buy some rouge, gouache and so on.
.Perhaps because of facing Xue Jin’s critical eyes, Chang Sheng was surprisingly talented when applying powder to him.
After a busy time with a stick of incense, when Xuejin looked in the mirror again, he unexpectedly found that he was three-thirds different from his previous appearance. His nose and eyes were obviously still the same, but now they were not as dazzling as before. Looking at himself like this,
Xue Jin won't feel so disgusted anymore.
Therefore, Xuejin is not so repelled by tonight's lantern festival.
"alright."
Because Xuejin hated wearing a hat, Changsheng could only spend all his money to make him look like this. Fortunately, Xuejin was satisfied, so they stayed until nightfall and drove an ox cart to the county town.
Changsheng had already booked an inn before, so he could stay in the city tonight without having to worry about the curfew. I have to say that sometimes, Xue Jin felt that Changsheng didn't look like a child at all. Look at how thoughtful this was.
The two of them first stored the oxcart at the inn, and then they went to the Lantern Festival together. Although the small county where Changsheng is located is not a big county, it has to be said that the long-standing customs here do have something special about them.
The lanterns here are very unique.
From Xue Jin's point of view, although it is not as exquisite as the one in the palace, it still has a unique flavor.
For example, the layer of skin covering the lanterns here is not ordinary paper, but a unique local plant called papyrus. This kind of grass is suitable for use in this season. After it is dried, its stems are torn apart.
After laying it flat, you get quite a lot of paper. These papers are thin and transparent. Although they are not as good as other papers for writing, they are excellent for making lanterns.
Just like the half-person-high revolving lantern hanging in front of the inn, illuminated by the dim candlelight inside, the patterns drawn on it are unexpectedly clear. As it rotates slowly, a lingering folk story unfolds.
appear before your eyes.
Xuejin stood in front of the door and stared for a long time, then snorted disdainfully and walked forward. Changsheng had raised him for such a long time and already understood that this person thought he was good-looking but didn't want others to see it.
Following the awkward Xue Jin, the two of them walked around the corner and entered an entire lantern street that was as bright as ever.
This street is just ordinary during the day, but at this time, it is really intoxicatingly beautiful.
All the shops on both sides of the street hung up their elaborate lanterns. Rabbit lanterns, lotus lanterns, pomegranate lanterns, beauty lanterns...
Countless, vying for wonder and beauty.
The originally dark sky became dazzling because of these lanterns. The two of them were shocked by the scene and couldn't take their eyes away from it for a long time. It was a visual enjoyment and it was really beautiful.
At this time, a vendor enthusiastically promoted his own lanterns. Xuejin didn’t want it, but Changsheng picked a rabbit lantern for him, and he picked up a pomegranate lantern. The two of them held the lanterns, and soon they were among the lively people around them.
The crowd blended into one.
Neither Changsheng nor Xuejin are lively by nature, but once people are in a lively environment, they will naturally become lively. Even if the two of them don't choose to jump around, their cheerful mood is really
Really exists. Even Xue Jin, who wanted to seek death, was infected by the lively atmosphere, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
Children were running back and forth on the street, holding various kinds of food in their hands. The most popular one was a fruit called "ball". This thing is only about the size of a thumb and has a mellow and soft texture.
, after being cooked and dipped in a layer of sugar, it is very delicious. It is the favorite snack of children.
When these children ran away, Changsheng heard the concerned shouts of adults behind him.
"Be careful not to fall!"
"If you run that fast again, I'll break your legs!"
The children seemed to know that their parents would not easily break their legs on such a lively day, so one by one they made more noise than usual.
Changsheng took Xuejin to the side to avoid being knocked down by these children. Xuejin looked at Changsheng and then at the cheerful children who were running extremely fast, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Originally, at the age of immortality, when it was time to have sex at the knees of his parents, why did he end up living alone in that lifeless little courtyard? And there was only one deceased grandfather.
However, Xuejin felt that since he was about to die, there was no need to inquire so much about this kind of thing, so he never asked.
"What's wrong?"
As if aware of Xue Jin's eyes, Chang Sheng couldn't help but glance sideways, but only got a side face that turned away quickly.
"nothing."
Changsheng didn't pay attention. There was a theater troupe tonight, and the two of them walked around and arrived in front of the theater troupe. Probably because everyone had less activities at night, it was rare to have such a lively event, and everyone was in high spirits.
A large number of people gathered around the stage. Chang Sheng and the two could hardly squeeze through, but fortunately, they were both hearing and seeing well now, so they could hear and see even if they stood further away.
This seems to be a scene of a drunken concubine.
"I am just like the king, but I only regret that I am weak and unable to solve your problems..."
Changsheng listened very carefully. I don’t know who arranged this play. In short, it is very suitable for ordinary people, at least everyone can understand it. Although Xuejin felt that it was too vernacular, it was just for fun at this time, and no one wanted to
So serious.
While the two of them were listening attentively, the two old men in front were chatting away.
"This troupe sings well."
"Where? Don't you remember that troupe called Rongchang from before? They sang in our county for several days. That figure, the singing voice, and the clothes are what make you so good-looking!"
"I also know that opera troupe, and they really sang well. But didn't they say that the stage collapsed when they went to the towns below to perform operas?"
"It's because the stage collapsed and I was scared away. Otherwise, the troupe would have performed much better than this one. I still remember what the best play they sang was called? It seemed to be called Prince?"
"Prince Dajin is out on tour. Why are you so forgetful? But I don't think that the opera troupe can sing well. They sing a play about a subjugated prince, a country that is hostile to our Daqin. Maybe it's because of retribution?"
"What are you farting on? Dajin has been subjugated for more than 40 years, so there is no hostility left..."
"Wow!"
The two old men heard the voices behind them and looked back. They found that a thin and tall young man had dropped the lantern in his hand. They didn't pay much attention. When they turned around, the two of them got together again to discuss their favorite troupe.
