God's Gift

Ning Jin listened to Yu Youyou's words, raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied: "That may not be certain."

Yu Youyou smiled, then looked at Fang Ling, pointed at the river lantern in his hand, and said with a grin, "You folded so many."

"Yes." Fang Ling nodded, looked at Yu Youyou's sparkling eyes, snorted softly, and gave her the last river lantern in his hand, "I know you want it, so I'll give it to you."

Yu Youyou quickly took it and said to Fang Ling happily, "Thank you."

After saying that, she turned around again, took a bag of chestnut crisps from Lu Keming, and handed it to Fang Ling enthusiastically.

"Here you go."

"Chestnut crisps?" Fang Ling looked at the things Yu Youyou handed over, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "I was just about to buy some, you really came as a timely help."

Hearing this, Ning Jin glanced at Fang Ling, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Youyou smiled at the two of them, took Lu Keming's hand and led him to the river, gave Lu Keming the only river lantern, and said expectantly:

"Ke Ming, please make a wish!"

Lu Keming had not thought that Yu Youyou had asked for this river lantern for him. He showed a bit of surprise on his face, staring blankly at the river lantern in his hand, and asked hesitantly:

"For me?"

"Yes." Yu Youyou nodded naturally and answered crisply: "You haven't made a wish yet."

Lu Keming asked first: "What about you?"

Yu Youyou pulled Lu Keming to the riverside and squatted down, the hairpin on her head swaying in the light, and urged him, "I've already made a promise, you make one now!"

Lu Keming looked into Yu Youyou's clear eyes, and stroked the river lantern with his fingers uncomfortably a few times, his drooping eyelashes trembling.

Releasing river lanterns is a human custom. He has been in Gusu for a hundred years and has witnessed countless lively festivals of mankind.

The city was decorated with lights and bustling with people, but the hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him.

Lu Keming's movement of holding the river lantern became somewhat cautious. He slowly closed his eyes, holding the river lantern in his hand, and calmed down.

Yu Youyou looked at Lu Keming's quiet appearance and scratched her head in confusion. After Lu Keming opened his eyes and put the river lantern into the river, she asked, "Did you make a wish just now?"

"Promise."

When Yu Youyou heard this answer, she looked a little puzzled and asked, "But you didn't say anything."

She always said her wishes directly.

Lu Keming raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Yu Youyou's eyes, which were sparkling in the river water and radiated circles of warmth that ran counter to the darkness of the night. He said softly:

"If you say your wish, it won't work."

"Ah?!" Yu Youyou widened her eyes in surprise and asked in disbelief, "But all the wishes I made came true. If you don't say it out loud, how can others help you realize it?"

Lu Keming's expression froze for a few seconds, and then he slowly explained: "Not everyone has someone to help them realize their wishes, and not all wishes can be realized by others. People like us can only make wishes to the gods, so let's be pious and let it hear it."

Yu Youyou's brows gradually furrowed, her eyes rolled around, and then she said to Lu Keming seriously:

"Then you can also make a wish to me, and I will help you realize it."

Lu Keming looked at Yu Youyou's serious eyes and was silent for a while before he smiled, shook his head and said, "Forget it."

He stood up and helped Yu Youyou up, his eyes fixed on Yu Youyou's face, dim and unclear, like a river flowing slowly in the darkness, containing the darkness of the entire night.

The hidden desires growing in his dark and corrupt heart should not be spoken out and scared her.

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At three o'clock in the morning, the lights in the night market gradually went out, the lively crowds on the street dispersed and left, the cold night wind blew through the alleys, and the night watchman walked on the street, beating the gong and calling slowly:

"The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful about the fire."

A strong wind blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, and a line of shadowy figures appeared on the street in the wind.

Those people were wearing red clothes, their faces were as pale as the wall, and their cheeks were painted bright red. The person in front was holding a suona, and the miserable sound of the suona rang out in the night, and the person behind was carrying a coffin.

Sitting on the coffin was a woman in a bright red wedding dress, her legs placed on one side and her feet dangling casually in the air.

Following her was Ali, who was also wearing a red dress. They both wore red clothes and looked somewhat similar.

The team stopped at a corner. Ali looked at the shadow that flashed by the corner, flew over and caught the toilet ghost that was about to escape, then picked up the toilet ghost with disgust and threw it next to the coffin.

"Ajin, this toilet ghost isn't very powerful, you don't have to come out and catch it yourself."

Ning Jin sat on the coffin, slowly tidying up her loose hair with a bloodless hand, but her expression was not as gentle as it was when facing Youyou and Fang Ling in the past. Instead, it was so cold that it made people shudder.

She slowly lowered her brows and looked at the toilet ghost that was trembling on the ground. She stood up and walked to the toilet ghost, bending down to look at it.

Ali didn't know what happened today. In her mind, a toilet ghost was not worth Ning Jin's personal visit. But everything Ning Jin did had a reason. It must be that the toilet ghost did something to make Ning Jin angry.

Ning Jin stared at the toilet ghost with his dark eyes, revealing a bit of coldness for no reason, and asked without any emotion:

"Were you in that hut today?"