After the global recovery I crossed

Lin Xingtao heard Qingqing's voice strangely.

She wanted to see him, at this moment when the national teacher was watching closely and the situation was tense.

Is there something important?

Lin Xingtao put on a mask.

It was just a simple white mask, without gold rims, without decorations, and probably without any pretense of function.

It's cool, and when you stick it to your face, people will rub it unconsciously.

And looking at people through the seam of the mask, the world seems to be a seam.

The sunset glows into a blurred glow, hiding the world, only a little clear light in the corner of the eyes.

From the corner of his eye, Lin Xingtao looked at the royal capital, which was welcoming the festival.

There are also lion dance teams on the street.

With the clamor of gongs and drums, they almost danced into a bright flame.

"Boom boom boom!"

It was the footsteps of the warriors stepping on the stakes. Although they were not stars, they were the shining stars in the eyes of the people at this moment.

At the place where the stars were holding the moon, Lin Xingtao saw a little old man who was less than one meter tall and was floating in the air with a lantern.

"The god of the earth? The god of the kitchen? Or a deity dedicated to festivals?"

The god glanced at Lin Xingtao, but his eyes were also gentle on the others.

He lifted the small lantern in his hand.

Swah——

Amidst the cheers of the people, the lanterns hung in advance on the street were lit up one by one.

The red light has been extended to the distance, looking from a distance, it looks like a snake or a dragon.

As soon as a person approaches the lantern, he can even feel the sudden warmth of his fingertips.

On such a festival night, no one will die of cold.

The invisible golden aura surrounded them, floating into swaying music.

"At the end of the night, the sky sends warmth, and the world receives happiness!"

"Qingqingqing!"

"Among the heavens and the earth, there are no gods to share the joy with people!"

The god sang a song, nodded slightly at Lin Xingtao, turned and left.

The lion dance team just threw the hydrangea, which attracted people's scramble.

A nimble figure rushed past Lin Xingtao, and the child cheered happily: "I got it!"

So countless figures also smiled and squeezed past Lin Xingtao.

The tide of joy rushed past, leaving behind the proud lion dance team.

Someone from the lion dance team saw Lin Xingtao who was standing in the same place and stood out of the ordinary, looked at him a little bit, and asked with a smile: "Don't you want to fight for it, my lord? There are some strange things in there that you may not have seen before."

Someone next to him beat him: "What are you talking about, the young master has never seen anything."

Lin Xingtao looked at the other person's apologetic smile, shook his head, and said, "I don't fight with the people."

What the common people are fighting for is a simple piece of happiness in this festival, but what he wants to fight for is the long-lasting happiness of this world.

He walked forward, almost swimming against the current among the crowd chasing and watching.

Suddenly he heard someone from the lion dance team behind him say:

"I wish you all the best!"

Lin Xingtao didn't look back, the golden wings on the woman's head flashed past his eyes.

There are more and more people.

Whether it's the girl who quietly brushed Lin Xingtao's shoulder and the childish child who ran past him happily, they all constitute an unforgettable scene in the festival.

The most memorable thing is the family who laughed and played together.

On a holiday like this, those who are alone may have to feel homesick.

Lin Xingtao thought about that day when he went home with his mother.

They passed gardens lit with warm yellow lights.

—He walked down the lit street.

They pass many shiny and luxurious cars.

——He walked past the carved BMW car that was slowing down the fragrant road.

They passed by the gentlemen and ladies who attended the banquet with Yanyan Yanyan.

——The curtain on the carriage was lifted, and the beautiful and beautiful young lady quietly looked out.

His mom wears a hat, but many people seem to know her.

Someone came up to say hello, but she ignored it and continued to wear it.

She kept her hat on, although people kept looking into their little corner.

The sight almost pushed the hat off, but she still wore it—as if it would make her feel more at ease.

Lin Xingtao watched the dancing and smiling at the banquet.

His mother said to him, "Did you see that? You could have lived like that, you could have been born."

"But it's up to you to fight for it now - you want to live like this."

Lin Xingtao said at the time: "I will be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. Like my neighbor's aunt said, I will be successful."

He was not admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

And mother hugged him suddenly and wiped his eyes that day, then dragged him away in a hurry.

What does mom want him to see?

Lin Xingtao actually didn't remember it.

Just like he was not admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, he was once just an ordinary person who looked better and could play basketball.

Mamma forgot herself, she didn't wear that hat anymore, and she didn't talk about how she used to be.

In fact, Lin Xingtao couldn't help but want to ask his mother: "What am I going to do?"

Don't do anything, just ordinary people, live your own life is important.

You see he won the rich second generation Wang Xichen.

But the rich second generation said it was useless, just playing basketball.

Of course Lin Xingtao knew it was useless.

He just had a strong determination to win over the rich second generation for a moment.

Unwilling to be ordinary.

As a result, Nanjing recovered.

He went to another world all of a sudden with the eagerness to try, which is actually very uncomfortable.

However, who said it was not a paradox of fate.

You see, not long ago he was still thinking about playing basketball to beat Wang Xichen, but now he is actually thinking about becoming a fairy before the national teacher.

After all, in this world, he has to do something——

Do something that could not be done in the original world.

Lin Xingtao stopped in his tracks.

He threw Fengxiao Shengdong and Yuhu Guangzhuan behind him.

The flow of people gradually moved away from him.

It's strange that there is only one space left.

It wasn't that people at the gate of Dongling City gave way because of fear that day.

No girl smiled past him on purpose, no child accidentally bumped into him.

He stood in the crowd, yet seemed to be standing outside the sky.

No one in the crowd could notice him.

He suddenly touched that mysterious realm.

All the sounds in the ears disappeared like a tide, only the sound of a flute spread far away.

This flute sound, which may be a sudden thought or maybe it was played for a long time, made other sounds dumb along with his thoughts.

He broke away from that untouchable realm and followed the sound.

But he couldn't find it.

Until someone tapped the flute behind him.

"Duo!" The sound of knuckles colliding with the body of the flute.

Suddenly looking back.

The young girl stands in a dimly lit place, dressed in splendid attire and elegant in appearance.

She didn't speak, but her face was slightly red.

Red brushed to the cheeks.

Girls don't need to say too much, a blush is worth thousands of dialogues.

Lin Xingtao smiled, but before he finished laughing, he saw the girl pointing to the sky.

He looked up—

call out!

Suddenly, a piercing sound resounded in the night sky.

Bright, resplendent light reflected in his pupils.

It was countless beautiful and grand fireworks, which exploded under the quiet gaze of Lin Xingtao and Qingqing, and amidst the unstoppable cheers of the common people.

Much bigger than the palm Lei Sheng put on for Qing Qing when Lin Xingtao left.

"Dongfeng Night Flowers Thousands of Trees."

"It blows even more, and the stars are like rain."

One of the two people speaks and the other answers.

And the Seven Killing Stars in the sky finally lit up unwillingly, dancing in the night sky, casting a layer of star rain.

Lin Xingtao's hand was grabbed by Qingqing.

"I thought we would ride a dragon to the sky to watch the fireworks together, but the national teacher will find out."

"I'll take you somewhere!"

She pulled him up to the heights in mortal fashion.

It is a tall building.

Fireworks enveloped where they were at once.

"Is there anything important for you? Is the national teacher okay with you?" He looked at the fireworks in the sky.

Did not wait for an answer.

And maybe it was staring at the fireworks for so long that Lin Xingtao still had afterimages in his pupils when he turned his head.

——It was the radiance of gemstones beside Qingqing's ears, and it was also the lake of brilliance that filled her eyes.

Lin Xingtao was a little surprised: "Do you like to cry under the fireworks, Your Highness?"

Qingqing finally couldn't help laughing when she heard the word "His Royal Highness".

"What, it's so strange. I don't think it's strange if someone calls me Your Highness, or even Your Majesty."

"Who will call you Your Majesty?"

"There's more—can't wait."

She reached out to the sky, as if touching the sky.

"Wait another day, it should be tomorrow, on Changlin Mountain, at the highest place."

"If I reach out like this, can I touch the sky?"

Lin Xingtao was a little puzzled: "Why touch the sky? Oh, you mean to touch the peak of power—isn't it?"

"No, because you were there."

"Huh? I'm here."

Qingqing curled her lips lightly, but didn't reach out to touch Lin Xingtao.

Instead, he waved his hand and said, "It's raining."

"This year, the first rain in spring."

The rain was like mist, falling on her arms.

She continued: "The national teacher agreed to admit my identity to the whole world tomorrow. Teacher, are you ready?"

"It's terrible, I don't even know what to prepare."

"Shouldn't you say 'always ready'! Anyway, if you are really unprepared..."

"Anyways?"

"Then I have no choice but to be my empress."

Lin Xingtao touched her hair which was wet by the rain and mist.

After being quiet for a while, Qingqing shook her head and laughed loudly:

"I'll let you see the majesty of the quasi-empress and the nine emperors!"

She climbed onto the wall and pointed at the entire capital from a height.

"The queen has orders!"

The capital was silent.

"The spring rain has come, and the flowers will bloom!"

"I want to see the city full of flowers!"

moment.

The forests are all dyed, and the mountains are red all over—the flowers bloom like clouds.

"I want to smell the fragrance of flowers all over the city! I want to hear the sound of flowers blooming!"

So the tip of the nose is fragrant, so there is a soft ringing in the ears.

Qingqing laughed so hard that she almost fell off the tall building.

She smiled and suddenly turned around and lowered her head.

She was startled.

She and Lin Xingtao are within walking distance.

He reached out and cupped his cheek.

However, the king of Chu was immersed in a waterfall of light, maybe he was smiling, or maybe he wasn't smiling.

In short, not so clear.

Being so close to the fireworks, the white mask almost caught fire, and sparks caught his eyes.

The morning light of night spreads in his eyes.

But there is no sign of the girl.

Obviously that close.

She slowly became sad.

If someone could make all the attractive girls in the world drop their false pride and bow down at his feet—

This world is without him.

Ah, the fireworks of happiness will end, after all, the sorrow of parting is boundless.

She straightened her temples, which were soaked in the incense mist, and fell backwards.

The scent of flowers lifted her up, and she landed safely on the ground.

She stepped on the rain-soaked Luohong all over the ground, humming a song, and walked away.

She gradually lost her voice.

Rain, drop by drop, flowers, petal by petal, cocooning her throat.

She risked being discovered to say goodbye to the young girl Lin Qingqing and the young Lin Xingtao.

The author has something to say: The feelings of girls are always poetry.

I am also reading poetry.The sentence about abandoning pride is adapted from the poem "Love is a Moon Tree".Yuya's sentence is "A Girl Playing the Flute Leaning on Bamboo by the Stream".