The seventh day of July is the Qiao Qiao Festival.
Daughters all over the city rejoiced. They put on new clothes and tied sachets, and the sisters went to beg for a pair of skillful hands. At the same time, they also hoped for a good marriage.
This day is regarded as the legal blind date day in ancient times, similar to March 3rd.
It's just not that straightforward, everyone is secretive.
A group of women and a group of men.
Talk about romance, talk about female celebrities.
Then from time to time, he would look at the opposite sex passing by.
Tsui Wah House is no exception, busy inside and outside, several brothels even jointly held a lantern party, allowing men and women to carry lanterns to find the person they like.
Chu Yue was too lazy to socialize and looked around casually before returning to her room.
Over the past year, she had thought a lot. She thought the hatred would fade away, but it didn't.
I just suppressed it and never mentioned it.
Whenever she saw children running around on the street, her heart ached.
When the girl in the building wanted to have an abortion, she was always stabbed hard in the heart.
This kind of festival where men and women enjoy love is not suitable for her.
She held the No. 9 knife in her hand, shining brightly, and carved a piece of boxwood in her hand into a little doll.
Big round eyes, slightly raised mouth, chubby little arms and legs.
She smiled slightly.
At this time, the door opened, and Xiao Bing was holding two fish-shaped lanterns in his hands.
"Sister, why don't you go out to play? What are you doing hiding in your room?"
He put two flounder lanterns on the table and looked at her with a smile, "This lantern is for you."
His eyes were sparkling, brighter than the stars in the sky, and as clear as water.
In the light, he looks even more innocent and childish.
Chu Yue smiled and had no time to put away the small wooden carving, so she continued to carve it.
Xiao Bing took a closer look and said with a smile: "Hey, why do you look so similar to me?"
Chu Yue is embarrassed, how does he look like you? He is obviously my son, okay?
Xiao Bing pointed to the head of the small wooden sculpture, "It looked like this when I was a child. Sister, give it to me."
Chu Yue knew his temper, he was honest and open-minded, and he didn't have the calculations like other people's.
It was as if I had no money in my pocket and asked her for it calmly.
He said he wanted her small wooden sculpture, and that was what he wanted. If she refused, he would definitely think of other ways.