【Qianxi Festival Theater 1】

On the evening of a certain year, month and day.

A light moon hangs on the night sky, the stars gradually become brighter, and the night wind becomes much softer.

Sitting under the tree to enjoy the coolness, my heart string suddenly heard a laugh from the next door. The laughter was sweet and the sweetness was greasy, and the greasy taste made life envy.

Xinxian stood up, sneaked up onto the wall, and stretched her head towards the next yard.

I saw countless exquisitely made Kongming lanterns in the yard next door were lit up and slowly rising, illuminating the entire night sky.

All of these Kongming lanterns were painted.

The paintings are all the same person, but their expressions and postures are different. They are all recorded on the Kongming Lantern, like fragments of the scene of this life.

The figures on this painting are vividly painted, and you can tell that they are from the same person at a glance.

My heartstrings widened and round eyes, and for a moment, a hint of jealousy arose beyond my envy.

"Cang Xiaoling! Did you follow me secretly? How did you know that I have been to this place?"

Zhi Xiaoxi grabbed a Kongming lantern and pointed to the words above and asked.

Cang Xiaoling chuckled and said, "When did you run out of my palm? I don't know what you are doing? What do you want to do secretly without me? I explained it to me clearly once."

Zhi Xiaoxi's eyes turned and quickly changed the topic: "Cang Xiaoling, why are you drawing this expression? It's so ugly!"

"It's quite ugly." Cang Xiaoling grabbed and looked at it, and started to laugh.

"Cang! Xiao! Ling!" Zhi Xiaoxi roared angrily: "Isn't I the most beautiful in your heart?"

"In my heart, it is the most beautiful, but also the ugliest one, because..." Cang Xiaoling smiled and pinched Zhi Xiaoxi's nose, and he said, "In my heart, you are the only one. Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, Zhi Xiaoxi."

"Okay, the answer is quite satisfactory. Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, Cang Xiaoling."

Xinxian took back her head that was stretched over and climbed down from the wall. She touched her heart, feeling a little depressed.

"It turns out that today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, I don't even know."

Xinxian walked back to the tree, sat on her small chair, and continued to enjoy the cool air quietly.

"Is there no wind? Why is it not cold at all?"

Xin Qian kicked the stone irritably, feeling a little frustrated.

At this moment, a sharp scream came from outside the yard, as if it was Xiaohong's voice.

Xinxian hurriedly walked over to check it out, and saw Xiaolan blowing bubbles by the pond, under the willow trees, and by the lantern.

This time the shape of the bubbles was heart-shaped, and there was a colorful light on them, which was particularly beautiful under the evening sky.

Bubbles fly one by one, and there are shining light everywhere, and there are all satisfied love everywhere.

Xiaohong stood beside him, screaming excitedly, dancing and extremely happy.

He likes Xiao Lan to spit bubbles the most, but it is still so beautiful.

Xiaolan spit out another heart-shaped bubble and held it to Xiaohong in both hands: "Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, Xiaohong."

Xiaohong took the bubble excitedly, put it carefully in her palm, jumped happily several times, her eyes flashing: "Xiao Lan, happy Chinese Valentine's Day, I'm very happy!"

Xinxian stomped her feet, turned around and walked out in a quiet voice.

Nonsense, the Chinese Valentine's Day is not happy at all, very unhappy!

The wind is hot on the evening of the Chinese Valentine's Day, and the moon on the sky is crooked.

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Chapter completed!