[Transmigration Book] The main character is always scaring me

Mo Yu hugged the lantern silently, wrote down his wish with a cold expression, and then retreated into the river.

The three of them stood on the bank, watching countless lanterns drifting away along the winding stream, lighting up the lights, drifting with the current one by one, and finally rushing to the distance. The Soul River is a large river with a width of several kilometers. At this time It is like a golden belt, carrying those beautiful wishes like flowers, gradually drifting away into the distance.

Not far away, Mo Jiuge stood in the bustling crowd, his tea-brown pupils reflected the three of them, until the three of them left, he lowered his eyelashes and looked at the two lanterns in his hand.

"It seems that the captain already has one..." Mo Jiuge's Qingjun face was warmed by the light, he smiled bitterly, and then wrote down his wish in a lantern.

——I hope that everyone who guards the border can come back alive.

After finishing writing, he cast his eyes on another lantern, hesitated again and again, Mo Jiuge finally sighed.

"...Maybe it's too greedy..."

Mo Jiuge picked up the pen with a serious expression, and carefully wrote a few words on the other lantern one stroke at a time, and two lotus-shaped lanterns with ink stains moved farther along the river.

——I hope that the person I like can live in good health forever.

The first lanterns cut the soft and greasy heart little by little, and the waves on the water support them to weave back and forth. The lanterns carry the heart, and the flowing water sends it to an unknown place.

The hem of the white robe was blown up by the wind. Mo Jiuge packed up his expression and turned to leave. People came and went, quickly blurring the tall and thin figure until he disappeared.

"What's the noise outside..." Lan Wei, whose leg was injured, rested his head on one hand, his blue pupils were as calm as the deep sea, watching the countless lanterns flowing down the river bank outside.

"...Ah..." The shopkeeper standing at the front desk was stunned for a second, and the next moment, he slapped himself hard on the head: "I'm really old, I don't even remember such an important day."

"……Um?"

Lan Wei looked at the shopkeeper who hurried to the backyard with surprise on his face.Because of Lanwei's memory, since he came here, he found that the middle-aged shopkeeper has been quietly staying at the front desk, why is the painting style suddenly wrong now!

"Today is Qixi Festival..."

... Tanabata ...

Lan Wei lowered her eyelashes, covering the complex emotions in her eyes.

After a while, the shopkeeper came out with a jar of good wine. Lan Wei glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and his eyelids twitched. In order to clean up the mess, Meng casually took a jar of vinegar to make up for it...but the shopkeeper still didn't notice it, and kept rambling.

"I promised to send a jar of wine to my wife every year, and I can't forget this year."

"...wife?" Lan Wei raised his eyebrows, with a playful look in his eyes: "The shopkeeper, are you married? How long will it take to bring him to see?"

"I'm afraid I can't," the shopkeeper just smiled, "My wife has been dead for eight years."

Lan Wei was speechless for a moment.

"It's okay..." Seeing Lan Wei, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly quiet down, the shopkeeper is a clever man, how could he not see the change in the other party, he shook his head with a gentle voice: "It's been so long, I've put it down, you also Don't take it to heart."

"........."

Can you let go of the past for a long time......

Lan Wei supported her head, feeling a slight pain in her chest.

The shopkeeper had already gone out with the wine in his arms. After a long time, the shopkeeper came back empty-handed.

"I've already put the altar of wine into the river. This Qixi Festival, she won't be sad because we are separated from Yin and Yang. Wait a few more decades, and I will go to accompany her after I have survived this period."

"After all, she gave me this life, so I can't be willful."

Listening to the shopkeeper's words, Lan Wei felt more and more empty in his heart. He wanted to say something, but the bitterness in his throat was severe. Only the slow smell of blood corroded him, making him unable to speak or shout. , can only sit there, with white fingers.

Tanabata...

He really hates this day.

Lan Wei sat there thinking.

But the shopkeeper looked at him in surprise, with hesitation on his face.

Because what Lan Wei didn't know was that his face was already covered with traces of tears.