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"Ah?" Xuancheng casually said in order not to lose face: "Well... draw a picture casually, and when you see that the passer-by looks good, you draw it."

"Madam paints other people's portraits in front of my husband and me, I'm going to have a taste for it."

For the first time, Shu Dianhe frankly stated that he would not allow others to covet Xuancheng, coupled with Wu Nong's soft-spoken word "madame", only hearing Xuancheng's ears blush and heartbeat.

Facing those smiling eyes, she unconsciously rolled her throat, and quickly restrained her impulse, so as not to act indecently to a man in the public.

The merchant who sold the lantern saw that the two had almost finished their painting, and there was a line of young couples behind who were eager to try but had no space, so he came over and asked, "Both guests, is the painting finished?"

"Wait." Xuancheng picked up the pen again, and corrected the inscription next to his ghost drawing talisman.

If there is a picture, there must be words, or poems, or inscriptions. It doesn't take many, and two or three sentences can be the finishing touch.Although Xuancheng didn't read many books seriously, he still knew this.

Although Xuancheng's paintings are not good, the handwriting can barely catch the eye.

"Affectionate, never forgetting."

Shu Dianhe watched her write this line, thinking of what he was going to do next, his tongue was full of mixed flavors, bitter and astringent.

"Is this Madam's wish?" the businessman asked in a flattering tone, and after getting Xuancheng's nod, he smiled happily, his eyes wandered back and forth between the two, and he blessed: "You two are a perfect couple, and you will surely be able to marry each other." May all your wishes come true."

Xuancheng turned his head, saw Shu Dianhe was in a daze, and asked, "Aren't you writing?"

Shu Dianhe regained his composure, covered all complicated thoughts with a smile, motioned to himself to write, and froze his wrist for holding the pen, but what to write?

After thinking for a moment, she finally wrote down the pen.

Mrs. Yishouwei's hairpin lowercase script is elegant and beautiful, clear and flexible, it doesn't seem to be from the hands of a man.

Xuancheng had never seen him write in this type of font before, suppressing the surprise in her heart, and following the appearance of ink strokes, she silently said: "Flower morning and moon evening, be happy."

She inexplicably felt sad from these seven words, but now that the relationship between the two is so good, how can something make the son-in-law sad.She shook her head to shake off the ominous thoughts, only saying that it was her own illusion, and the meaning of this word was still good.

Handing over the joint masterpiece of the two to the businessman, the businessman quickly pasted up the lanterns that belonged to them alone, put candles on them, and handed them over to Xuancheng.

Xuancheng held the lamp, and while walking, put it under his eyelids to look carefully over and over again, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

This lantern has absolutely nothing to do with the words "beautiful" and "beautiful". It even looks a little weird to outsiders, because it puts crooked portraits and elegant orchids, two completely different things together.Xuancheng regarded it as a treasure, and was so happy in her heart that she wished to announce to the whole world that it was painted by her and her son-in-law.

Shu Dianhe looked at the swaying lantern in front of him, and didn't dare to look at Xuancheng's smiling face from beginning to end, for fear that he would feel reluctant to part with him.Just like the two poems above the lantern, with different meanings, the two of them never thought of going together, how could Xuancheng understand her inner pain.

"At the end of the street where the Lantern Festival will be held tonight, there is also a marriage tree. Your husband and wife can go to make a wish and vote. I heard it is very effective."

Xuancheng Ji hangs on what the lantern merchant said to her just now, and no longer hangs around juggling and lantern riddles on the street, holding Shu Dianhe on his arm, letting his body cling to the other's arm intimately, shuttles through the crowd, and goes straight to the end of the street. go.

There were too many pedestrians, so they were crowded shoulder to shoulder, Shu Dianhe quietly changed positions with Xuancheng, and protected Xuancheng in his arms, not allowing others to bump into him.

Xuancheng didn't realize it, and was full of expectation to find the marriage tree.

Finally, at the end of the street, she first noticed that the roadside stalls and vendors had become rare, and most of the people coming and going were young couples. Then when she looked up, she saw the marriage tree that the merchants called in the distance.

The huge tree crown, like a pavilion cover, is covered with red ribbons, and the greenery is occasionally mixed with snow.

Xuancheng greeted Shu Dianhe, stretched his hand back blindly, trying to hold the other's hand, but unexpectedly failed, and turned to look for it.

Shu Dianhe hesitated for a moment, and held her hand before Xuancheng became suspicious.

When you come to the tree, the scene around the Marriage Tree is even more spectacular, surrounded by braziers, and the fire illuminates the whole tree.It was a big banyan tree that a dozen or so people might not be able to hug.Aerial roots hang down from tree branches, or hang in the air, or stick into the soil.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, the red ribbons all over the trees fluttered, the snow fell one after another, like catkins flying, and the wind chimes jingled, crisp and melodious.

Xuancheng found a shop selling silk ribbons, copied the wishes he had just written on the lanterns, and copied them on the red ribbons again, then turned around and handed the pen to Shu Dianhe, but Shu Dianhe shook his head with a smile.

When the two returned to the marriage tree, Xuancheng gestured.

The marriage tree was extremely tall, and most of the ribbons were hung at the bottom. Xuancheng was not willing to mix her wishes with other people's wishes, so she had to hang them at the highest place so that the gods could see them at a glance.But with her skill, it was difficult to throw it to the top of the tree, so she simply handed the silk belt to Shu Dianhe and said, "Help me throw it to the top. I heard that the place closest to the top of the tree is more effective."

is that so?Shu Dianhe showed a skeptical expression, took the ribbon from Xuancheng's hand, smoothed it out, stared at the words on it, determined to be superstitious this time, and hoped so.

Rolling up her wide sleeves, she pointed the ribbon at a certain branch on the top of the tree, flicked the inner force on her wrist, and without much effort, she threw the ribbon up the crown of the tree and hung it firmly on the branch. The bell at the end of the ribbon swayed, and the sound reached their ears.

Just as Xuancheng wanted to praise her, two gray-haired couples who were over half a century old came to them tremblingly supporting each other. Because they were old and weak, they wanted to ask Shu Dianhe to help them throw the ribbon into the tree.

Xuancheng opened his eyes wide, a little surprised.She had always thought that this kind of trick of making wishes would only be enjoyed by young people, and it turns out that the elderly also have this kind of elegance.

Shu Dianhe politely accepted it and took the ribbon.It is an offense to find out other people's wishes, but Xuancheng couldn't hold back his curiosity. When Shu Dianhe threw it out, he glanced at the words on the ribbon from the corner of his eye. .

When the couple saw their ribbons, they finally hung them on the tree. They thanked Shu Dianhe for a while, and then left with each other supporting each other.

Xuancheng watched their figures gradually go away until they disappeared into the dark behind the brazier, and then he spoke out the thoughts in his heart truthfully.

Shu Dian curled his fingers together and knocked her on the head, and said with a smile: "Madam, don't laugh at people, lovesickness doesn't distinguish between young and old. It's even more rare to be able to hold hands until old age, and still have such innocent behavior."

Xuancheng shook his head, and the mask on top of his head also swayed, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "It's not a joke, I just thought it was a surprise." He rolled his black eyes and asked, "Will we be like this in the future?" Full of enthusiasm for the future expect.

Shu Dianhe was poked into a painful place in his heart, his breathing became extremely difficult, he stopped for a while, and then said: "Yes, princess, you will." Not us.

Xuancheng didn't notice that there was something wrong with the people around him, he closed his eyes reverently and clapped his hands together towards the marriage tree, and prayed quietly: "My faithful daughter Lu Qi, I hope that my wife and I can live together for a long time, just like that couple. Live forever." The son-in-law has always obeyed her, so he should also satisfy this small request.

At this time, it was only a few months before their agreed one-year separation time. No one mentioned this agreement, and they all pretended that they had forgotten it.

One feels that there is no need to mention it anymore, because they still have a future.

One also felt that there was no need to mention it anymore, because they had no future.

If we have different ways, how can we have the same heart?

There was a deafening crackling sound in the distance, and Xuancheng immediately opened her eyes. Fire trees and silver flowers bloomed in her bright eyes unexpectedly, and the gorgeous colors illuminated most of the night sky. It was a beauty that could not be described in words.

Xuancheng was both surprised and happy, almost jumped up happily, the dimples on his cheeks became more and more conspicuous.

Shu Dian looked at her tenderly, after a few breaths, the light in his eyes dimmed, and with the sound of fireworks, he murmured to himself: "Princess, your future will be fine without ministers."

Unexpectedly, Xuancheng heard her muttering, turned his head, and asked ignorantly, "What are you talking about?"

Shu Dianhe immediately changed into a smile, and said: "I said the fireworks are beautiful." The 'chen' who had agreed not to mention it tonight blurted out without hesitation.

Xuancheng was used to her self-proclaiming, so he didn't pay attention to it, and didn't find anything wrong, so he cheerfully agreed, then turned back and continued to enjoy the fireworks.

After more than a year of ups and downs in the officialdom, Shu Dianhe has long learned to control his emotions and cover up his thoughts.

She squeezed the mask tightly in her hand, and raised her hand to touch the invisible mask on her face. After wearing it for too long, it had grown into her flesh and could no longer be taken off. At this moment, she was able to speak casually to deceive Xuancheng .

Shu Dianhe seemed to want to convince himself, and muttered a few more words: "Not as beautiful as the princess."

After watching the fireworks, even though Xuancheng was reluctant to give up the excitement, he had to admit that it was getting late and it was time to go back.

Just like when she came here, she led Shu Dianhe along the way back to the inn, wandering around.

It was almost midnight, and the streets were still noisy.The night of Shangyuan is also known as the night that Jinwu can't help. Boys and girls who are trapped between books and weaving on weekdays will seize this rare opportunity to go out and play around, and they are reluctant to go home when it is late at night.

Xuan Cheng yawned lightly, but was sleepy, suddenly someone bumped into him from behind, and the hand she was holding with Shu Dian was squeezed away.

After she realized it, in the blink of an eye, Xuancheng suddenly found that the people who should have been by her side were drowned by the crowd and disappeared.

The author has something to say: Therefore, the name of Xuancheng is Lu Qi, "Send the son Sheqi, as for Dunqiu." The Qi means lovesickness.