The Qiao Qiao Festival is a major festival in Jincheng. As night falls, the bustling Jincheng that has been bustling all day does not die down, but becomes even more lively.
The ten-mile-long street is brightly lit and crowded with people. The cries of street vendors are mixed with the laughter of young men and women, and with the cool moonlight, a shy and timid affection emerges.
Chu Qingwan completed Mo Jingyu's diagnosis and treatment in the evening and went out at the tail end of the sunset.
As the shopkeeper said, Yuelao Temple was not far from the inn. They had only walked for two quarters of an hour when the outline of Yuelao Temple lit up with lanterns appeared in their sight.
At some point, Chu Qingwan took over the important task of pushing Lin Yu's wheelchair, pushing Mo Jing Yu leisurely through the crowd, occasionally stopping in front of the stalls to buy some gadgets, leisurely and contented.
Lin Yu asked Yanran beside him: "Do you think we are a bit redundant?"
Yanran already knew that her young lady had not had a substantial relationship with Prince Qi, so she rolled her eyes when she heard this: "You are the one who is superfluous, don't take me with you."
Lin Yu exclaimed, and was just about to teach him, when he saw Chu Qingwan and Mo Jingyu stopping under the Yuelao Temple.
Chu Qingwan leaned over slightly and asked, "Ajing, do you want to come up?"
There are many steps in Yuelao Temple. Mo Jingyu lowered his head and glanced at his legs. A dim light flashed in his eyes. He pulled his lips and joked: "Do you want to go to Yuelao and ask for the red rope in the evening?"
Chu Qingwan didn't have this idea, but he was the one who told me to come to Yuelao Temple to see it. Since we were all here, it would be a bit disappointing not to go up and have a look.
As for these steps, Lin Yu, who has profound martial arts in the open, and the elusive Shadow Guard secretly, as long as he thinks about it, it is not a problem at all.
Chu Qingwan said without much hesitation: "As the saying goes, everyone has come."
Mo Jingyu turned his head and looked at the intertwined shadows of the two people: "Well, Wanwan is right, let's go up."
Chu Qingwan said yes and turned around to call Lin Yu, but heard him continue: "Wanwan, can you carry me on your back?"
For a moment, Chu Qingwan suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: "What did you say?"
Mo Jingyu said seriously: "My legs are disabled, if you don't carry me, how can we get up there?"
Chu Qingwan looked at him speechlessly.
Regardless of how weird it was for a woman to carry a man on her back to worship Yue Lao Temple, just the fact that she was carrying him on her back made her feel that this guy was not looking for fun with her.
She admitted that her physical fitness was good, but he was a big man with long arms and legs. Although it was difficult for him to walk, he had a strong body. How could she climb so many steps while carrying him on her back?
Mo Jingyu looked like he was open to discussion: "You can hug her, I don't mind."
Does she mind?
Chu Qingwan was speechless for a while, then said simply: "We'd better go to the river to watch the river lanterns."
As he was about to leave, Mo Jingyu held her sleeve with his backhand and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm kidding you. If you want to go up, there's no reason for me to let you go back like this."
Chu Qingwan declared: "I don't want to go up there."
Mo Jingyu selectively ignored: "You go first, I will come up later, let's meet in the temple, okay?"
Chu Qingwan was suspicious: "You don't want to fool me into climbing up exhausted, so you can go back to the inn early and rest comfortably, right?"
Mo Jingyu raised his forehead and asked, "Is this the image I have in Wanwan's heart?"
Chu Qingwan curled her lips and did not answer.
Mo Jingyu spoke softly, with a hint of coaxing: "Be obedient and wait for me in the temple."
Chu Qingwan reluctantly agreed, called Yanran, and the two of them took the lead in climbing up the stairs.
After walking a few steps, Chu Qingwan suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Mo Jingyu as if he was afraid that Mo Jingyu would break his promise.
The lights hanging high in the Yuelao Temple spread out dimly behind her, and the moonlight squatting in the mountains couldn't wait to shine on her. The eternal coldness and the brightness of the world fell into her eyes.
She stood on the steps and asked, "Ajing, are you really going to come?"