"Well, we are here to ask you some questions." Fu Anan nodded at him.
"Can you tell me the whole story of the origin of the festival that you told me last time?"
"Of course!" Zhou Jingyou said as he opened the door and made an inviting gesture, "Whatever you want to know, I can tell you everything."
Fu Anan said thank you.
He walked past Zhou Jingyou and sat on the sofa with Fu Yizi.
Zhou Jingyou stood at the door, took a deep breath, and a hint of obsession appeared in his eyes—Miss Xiaohua smelled even more fragrant than yesterday.
After entering the room and pouring a glass of water for the two of them, Zhou Jingyou looked at Fu Anan and said, "Miss Xiaohua, do you want to know the love story of Jianghuatang?"
Fu Anan thought for a moment, "Is there anything earlier than this?"
Zhou Jingyou smiled and shook his head, glanced at Fu Yizhi beside her, and said with a hint of boasting,
"I have read all the books about love in the town library. The earliest one is a newspaper interview with the mayor of a small town 70 years ago.
It tells the story of a man and a woman who truly love each other, but their families do not agree with them being together. The girl's parents even betrothed her to a powerful bully in town.'
Speaking of bullies, Zhou Jingyou glanced at Fu Yizhi opposite him, paused slightly and continued his story.
“However, on the wedding day, the girl fought back, killed the bully, and then committed suicide with the man she loved.
The two men died with hatred in their hearts and cursed the entire town. The residents of the town began to kill each other, and after half a month, there were almost no living people in the town, which became a dead town.
When people outside found out, the only survivor was crazy and couldn't explain what had happened.
Later, people from other towns moved here. After the village was established, December 8th became a festival to commemorate them. At that time, there was no food, so the local ginger flower candy was used instead.
Later, the town went through various planning, renovation, and commercialization, and the story became more and more beautiful, and there was even a flower-picking day that was purely for making money. "
Zhou Jingyou sighed slightly, "If it weren't for this newspaper, I wouldn't have known about this. In order to make money, the love story has been beautified to this extent. The young residents of the town probably don't know this story now."
Fu Anan was also a little surprised. She didn't expect that the original story was that everyone in the town died.
So what happened during that time in between
Are there any records of pink dust clouds
"Ms. Xiaohua, it's getting late. Can I invite you to dinner?" Zhou Jingyou felt that he had performed well today, so he struck while the iron was hot and invited Fu Anan.
"No, no, thank you!"
Fu Anan refused without even thinking about it. Since she had no interest in others, she naturally couldn't let others misunderstand her.
Zhou Jingyou was the only one left in the room. Sniffing the lingering fragrance in the air, his pupils turned slightly red, and he bit a few words between his lips and teeth - "Miss Xiaohua!"
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After a busy day outside, Fu Anan returned to her room and made a special phone call to ask the hotel’s customer service to send a sumptuous meal.
The person who came to deliver the meal was a female student.
He brought the plate to the door, but his eyes were always looking into the room.
What's in the room
It’s Mr. Fu.
As expected, he is the kind of person who will be approached by others even if he doesn't provoke others.
"Thank you." Fu Anan took the food, pushed it in, and closed the door, blocking the waiter's sight.
"Brother Fu, eat!"
Fu Anan brought out the meal she ordered.
Fried skewers, crab pot, lobster...
Fu Yizhi glanced at the table and unknowingly lowered Fu Anan's dietary requirements in the game to no requirements.
(End of this chapter)