Aunt Zhao had already finished drying the clothes, jumped down from the large lawn with a washbasin in her arms, kicked me a few times, and said like a fly: "Don't look sad, you'll hate it. Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, and the streets are busy.
Go, go, go! Wake up that boy who is sleeping like a little white pig, go out to the street, and don’t hinder my eyes here..."
With that said, Aunt Zhao rushed into the house, threw out the sleepy Sima Yang, waved the broom, kicked us out of the house, and rushed us to the street...
Sigh... I was already smiling so happily and looking at the scenery so seriously, yet I was still seen to be unhappy!
It's not that I'm unhappy... I'm sad... Although I've arrived at Penglai Island safely, as soon as I think of Sima Qing and Hu Xiang who fell into the sea and their whereabouts are still unknown, my mood swings all the way to the valley, like forever.
Just like the endless rainy days, it will never clear up again...
well……[
I just wandered aimlessly along the sleepy-eyed Sima Qing, walking slowly on the streets decorated with lights. Under the eaves of every house, there were colorful lanterns in the shape of lotus, and people came and went on the street.
They were all girls with beautiful buns, various long skirts, and exquisite makeup. They were gathered in groups of three and five in front of a square table, constantly living something, and everyone had a smile on their face.