Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 25 Duanyang Festival
Lin Yuan hurried over to cover the umbrella: "Ancestor, please keep your voice down! I'm afraid that others will not know that our umbrella has become a spirit, right?"

The guests at other tables looked sideways because of its voice, and Lin Yuan smiled back in embarrassment: "The next door play, we practice the next door play."

Everyone laughed and continued to chat.

Lin Yuan asked her in a low voice: "Are you planning to go to the appointment?"

"No." Her eyebrows were light, as if she couldn't put anything in.

He smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, don't go, that guy is not a good person."

"That's right, who would send so many invitations to a girl." Bai Ze also murmured in a low voice.

On the avenue outside the tea house, there is a loud sound of gongs and drums, from far to near.

Everyone poked their heads to watch Zhong Kui, who was taller than the two. Taking advantage of no one's attention, Bai Ze jumped out of the umbrella and wagged his tail excitedly: "Little Shuang'er, stand on Uncle's back and watch!"

"No, I've seen it before." Ye Qingshuang was indifferent.

Bai Ze seemed a little disappointed that he didn't show enough fatherly love, and he said unwillingly: "This is Zhong Kui from Tianze, it's different from that little tea city."

……

Then she didn't want to stand on the dog's back, looking like she had some serious illness.

Lin Yuan couldn't hold back a laugh from his chest, and was immediately locked in by the eyes of Ye Qingshuang and Bai Ze.

"Don't stare at me, I've prepared a Duanyang gift for you." He hurriedly looked for a gift, and took out the multicolored thread he bought last night: "Tie one each, and you will live a long life."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Bai Ze immediately exploded: "Who are you calling a short-lived ghost!"

The lifespan of Bai Ze's family is tens of thousands of years, and a hundred years is indeed too short. If one hundred years is counted as a stick, it must be tied all over the body to be considered a long life.

Lin Yuan was embarrassed, and turned to Ye Qingshuang: "A Shuang?"

"I don't need this thing anymore." She refused calmly.

Inconsiderate!

"I've bought everything, why don't you wear them for the sake of saving face? After all, it's a holiday, so let's adapt to the occasion." He persuaded him patiently.

When Linyuan bought colorful thread last night, she took it for granted that she didn't have her share, so she didn't stop her.

After all, no one had ever given her such a meaningful holiday gift before, and she was no longer alive.

Now, as he said, if you buy everything, it doesn't matter if it suits the occasion.

Without saying a word, she reached out to him.

Lin Yuan was overjoyed, and took the colorful thread and tied it around her Hao wrist.She froze for a moment and opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

In fact, she reached out to grab the thread, not to ask him to help, but he moved too fast, and it would be embarrassing for her to speak out again.

Bai Ze had a big heart, he didn't notice this scene at all, he jumped ahead to see Zhong Kui shaking his long sleeves in the crowd.

Looking back, he found that his frost cub had already tied the colored thread, so he yelled at Lin Yuan to want it too.

Lin Yuan looked at the thin dog paws, and decisively tied the colorful thread around its neck.

Zhong Kui gradually walked away, and seeing that the people who joined in the fun were about to return, Lin Yuan patted Bai Ze: "Go back to the umbrella, there will be too many people watching later."

"I know, I know, Fanyin." It squatted under the table and quietly turned into a white shadow and flew back into the umbrella.

"Let's go." Lin Yuan opened the umbrella for her: "The dragon boat race on the other side of the Xuanwen River is about to start, and it's just right now."

In the eyes of outsiders, the Xuanguang Umbrella is ordinary, and only when you are under the umbrella can you understand the mystery.

This umbrella is similar to jade pendant.

Ye Qingshuang originally wanted to take over her umbrella, but he avoided her hand: "The flow of people is crowded."

She glanced at the crowded street, it was indeed extremely crowded, and suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to go out.

Lin Yuan held an umbrella and raised her arms all the way to protect her, preventing passers-by from bumping into her.Others seem to be a gentle and caring gentleman, but Ye Qingshuang feels uncomfortable all over.

She doesn't like to get close to people, even if his arms were raised in vain when he was protecting her, he didn't actually touch her.

And the more he is in this posture, the more uncomfortable she is.

Originally, she thought that she would help Lin Yuan subdue demons and eliminate demons, and Lin Yuan would help her heal her heart disease, which was considered a mutual debt, but now she felt that there was no repayment for blindly receiving benefits, like a thorn in her back.

Compared with giving or receiving gifts, she prefers to be non-delinquent or purely mutual.

In her opinion, there is no difference between being indebted to others and being controlled by others. Even if he is not a person who repays favors, she is not at ease.

The dragon boat race was very lively, crowds of people were crowded on both sides of the bank, and the shouts and applause of the crowd were overwhelming, making Ye Qingshuang a headache from the noise.

This kind of noise is like the whole city people blocking the door of Ye Mansion looking forward to the day of her death.

She closed her eyes, tried her best to ignore all the sounds in her ears, and only told herself repeatedly that it was all over and she didn't care.

When I opened my eyes again, it was calm.

Lin Yuan saw it, but could only pretend not to see it, and sighed secretly: Ah Shuang still didn't open her heart to him.

After watching the dragon boat race, he took her to play pitching pots and curved water cups.

It was not until dinner time in the evening that I went down the river and found a relatively quiet restaurant with partitions to rest.

Linyuan specially chose a room with the back facing Linshui, Bai Ze howled with hunger, and couldn't wait to rush out to order food.

"I want to eat roast chicken, roast duck, lotus root, stewed pork ribs, steamed eight-treasure pig, spicy stewed trotters, sweet and sour carp and cured meat, steamed Longjing shrimp..."

"Okay, okay, let's eat a rice dumpling first." He took off a honey rice dumpling and stuffed his mouth.

These are the fragrant rice dumplings bought along the street. They are sold everywhere in Tianze City on strings made of wormwood. He bought three of them because they looked cute.

Bai Ze chewed the meat with the belt, chewed it, swallowed it, and opened his mouth to beg again: "It's delicious, let's have another one."

"It's all for you." Lin Yuan directly threw the remaining two to it, and looked at the menu by himself.

Looking at it, I suddenly remembered that they hadn't burned incense for Ye Qingshuang for so long.

Since ancient times, people ate whole grains, gods and ghosts ate joss sticks for worship, and Lin Yuan patted her head. He actually forgot such a big event, and she was hungry for so long for nothing.

"Bai Ze, go buy some incense for Ah Shuang..." Halfway through the conversation, he turned to Ye Qingshuang and asked, "Do you like red incense or green incense?"

"I'm not popular, so don't bother." Her tone was clear and light, as if it was the same as usual, but it seemed to be two points lighter.

Bai Ze swallowed three rice dumplings in a row, licked his tea and drank leisurely, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Then what are you eating? Uncle will get it for you."

"It's enough for me to absorb the aura of the moonlight at night, and I don't eat."

If she had to eat to survive as a ghost, how could a lonely soul like her live long enough to meet them.

One person and one beast looked at each other, and suddenly fell into a strange silence.

"Cough...Actually, my uncle has been bigu for a long time." Bai Ze cleared his throat, as if he finally remembered that he was the rumored holy beast.

Lin Yuan also raised his chest and raised his head: "Ahem! In fact, the poor are also..."

"Really?" Ye Qingshuang refilled Bai Ze's tea bowl evenly, and said in a cold and sharp tone: "Then you still don't want to eat?"

　Small popular science: Next door play is another name for ventriloquism, one table and one chair, and an ear show across a screen.

　　People who have never been treated kindly before will be panicked when they are suddenly treated kindly. There will be a quarrel in the next chapter. If nothing breaks, nothing will stand. Only by quarreling can we truly establish a relationship, otherwise we will always be polite across the wall, but not heart-to-heart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)