"...Thank you." I stretched out my hand to pick up the chocolate that Yankongshan handed me, but the sleeves were too long, making it difficult to even tear the packaging.
After working on it for a long time, Yankong Mountain may not be able to see it, so I took the piece of chocolate again, tore the package, and took a piece to my lips.
I was a little flattered to look at the chocolate and then at Yankongshan. There was no expression on his face, he was in a good mood or not, and of course there was no special color.
Afraid of losing my mouth fat, I opened my mouth carefully, trying not to use my lips, but to bite the chocolate with my teeth.
"Right..." In a panic, the chocolate slid down the esophagus and was swallowed whole by me. The tip of the tongue licked the other's fingertips, leaving a distinct, somewhat rough touch.
There are thin calluses on his index finger and the smell of tobacco...
Yankongshan seemed to be bitten by me, and without the slightest hesitation, he retracted his hand, and even clenched his fist and carried his back behind him.
"I'm sorry." I went to grab his hand, wanting to take a look. "Does it hurt?"
Yan Kongshan avoided my pull for a moment, biting hard and urgently: "It's okay."
His attitude was really weird. One moment of intimacy and one moment of avoidance, I couldn't help but look up at his expression, and found that he moved his eyes away and did not face me. And the top of his head was originally as white as the value of the first snow in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, but it turned into a faint yellow color. As time passed, the color became lighter every second, and soon became white again.
From experience, this generally means that the owner of the value is trying to suppress a certain desire.
I was so shocked that I secretly pinched my thigh in order to make sure that I had never had hallucinations, and stared at the top of Yankong Mountain without even blinking.
It wasn't until my eyes were sore and the top of Yankong Mountain's head turned back to white that I reluctantly retracted my gaze and maintained my composure on the surface.
God has eyes! !
Yankongshan is slandering me, right? right? Did he just get yellow because I bit him? Then it shouldn't be my illusion last time, he just slapped me!
Wait, why did he turn yellow because I bit him
The reason for this yellowness is a little strange. Last time and this time... Ah, I'm all women's clothes
The tenth-level whirlwind mixed with lightning bolts, I was shocked.
...So it's not Wen Ying who is interested in women's clothing, is it Yan Kongshan
"You feed him, I... go out for a while." Yankongshan grabbed Sun Rui, who passed by, and shoved the chocolate in his hand to the other party.
"Ah?" Sun Rui took the chocolate in a daze, stared straight at Yankong Mountain, and then responded after a while, "Oh, ok... Okay! Just leave it to me!"
Looking at the back of Yankongshan leaving the door, I have a new idea in my heart - Yankongshan may be interested in women's clothing bosses, but it is also possible... I just like the goddess I play. If it is the former, I still have some hope. If it is the latter, then he is a straight and straight man. After thinking about it, maybe transgender can be broken.
Looking down at the crotch, imagining that there will be no life for my little brother in the future, I suddenly feel a cool breeze.
I clamped my legs sharply. no! I can't do it, even Yankong Mountain can't do it!
"Oh my God, Brother Shan is too handsome, my phantom limbs are hard, too." Sun Rui stuffed the chocolate into my mouth, and the words were full of covetousness for Yankong Mountain, "Just two seconds ago, I completely put the text into my mouth. Ying should be left behind, and I just want to smear the saliva all over the god general's body."
Who doesn't want to. I gulped the chocolate mournfully, echoing in my heart.
It was not until Uncle Zhang called to take their place, everyone started to move, and walked to where they were supposed to be, and Yan Kongshan appeared in the preparation room full of smoke, with a slightly hideous red and white mask on his face.
The mask only covered the upper half of his face, showing a ghost-like face, with messy white hair growing around the edges, and red paint lining the corners of his eyes, which looked quite scary at first glance.
No wonder he so easily agreed to be the god general of the "rain-stopping sacrifice", so he didn't have to show his face
"Prepare!" Uncle Zhang stared at the watch, half raised his hand, waiting for the auspicious time.
Yankongshan wearing a mask came to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and then lifted his feet off the ground in the next moment, his eyes were deflected, just like before, I was held firmly again.
"It's auspicious time, gongs and drums!" At 6:18, Uncle Zhang slammed his arms down and shouted in a ceremonial exaggerated tone. Almost at the same time, there was a loud sound of gongs and drums at the door.
"Heavenly Girl!" Yankongshan walked out slowly along the paved red carpet, and there were not only gongs and drums on both sides, but also salutes.
I hold the fan in my hand, cover my eyes, and keep my eyes fixed on Yankongshan's firm jaw.
It was sunset time outside, and the warm golden sunset shone on the red carpet, extending all the way to the mikoshi.
In addition to the sound of gun salutes and gongs and drums, there were occasional camera shutter sounds and shouts asking me to look over from the crowd.
When I got to the mikoshi, Yankongshan gently put me down, I adjusted my clothes, and slowly knelt down and sat down, the fan still in front of my face.
"The goddess! The goddess is so beautiful!"
The voices are noisy and full of various voices.
"Heavenly girl, let me take a picture? You are so beautiful!"
"Hurry up and take pictures for me, this god is going too far, did you hire a model?"
"A professional actor, right? It seems to be different from the previous goddess."
"Have you seen it? There is still someone recording it, it must be an actor."
I followed Uncle Zhang's instructions, looked straight ahead, and didn't look elsewhere.
After a while, a shadow fell on the top of my head, and Yankongshan held up a red umbrella and sat diagonally behind me.
There was another loud "rise", and after a few moments, the sedan chair shook slightly, and twenty-four people carrying the sedan chair shouted the slogan "One, Two, Three" in unison, heralding the official start of the rain-stopping parade.
At the end of the long street is the gradually sinking sunset. The goddess dressed in white feather clothes and covered with fans, and the god general wearing a ghost mask and holding a giant umbrella sit on the shrine, accepting the worship of the people all the way.
The gongs and drums are the accompaniment, the cries of the people carrying the sedan chairs are the majestic singing voices, and Yankongshan and I are indeed actors, but this "play" is not intended to entertain anyone, but only entrusts Qingmeiyu's vision for a better life since ancient times.
The power of "Prayer" can be very small or very large, or it may be useless, but it can give some spiritual comfort and a little hope for the future to people who no longer know what to do.
And "hope" is more important than anything else, especially hope after the devastation.
Looking at the sun halfway down the horizon, I couldn't help squinting my eyes.
The rain-stopping goddess is also the goddess of hope.
She may not be a powerful and famous mythical character, and she doesn't have so many legends tangled in dog blood, but she is the belief of the entire island.
Although I was entrusted by others in the beginning, the purpose was not pure, and I was not so willing, but now I can complete the mission of the "Goddess" and continue the beliefs on the island, and I am also filled with a sense of accomplishment and happy from the bottom of my heart.
There are many tourists watching the parade, crowded on both sides, bustling. With so many faces, to be honest, it is very difficult to focus on a certain person, but I remember Grandpa said that he would also come to see the parade, so I subconsciously searched for Grandpa and Yan Wanqiu in the crowd.
I didn't want the two of them to be found, but they found Fu Wei and others.
Fu Weili stood in the front row of the crowd, because he was tall and he had a youthful look, which was in stark contrast to the few crooked melons and cracked dates on the side. .
When he came to see the parade, his eyes naturally focused on the mikoshi, to be precise on the "celestial girl".
I look at him and he looks at me. Then he seemed to be stunned, his eyes widened slowly, he took a step forward unconsciously, and called out a name.
"Yumian?"
It's over, he recognized me!
I immediately raised my fan and turned my face away from him. And in that direction sits Yankong Mountain.
"What?" He glanced at me, very keenly aware of my strangeness.
"...I saw my former classmates."
"How many were there last time?"
"The last few." I sighed lightly, and my good mood disappeared in an instant.
Yankongshan's gaze moved from my face to behind, as if searching for Fu Wei and others.
"It's almost over, I shouldn't bump into them again."
It's best.
I prayed silently in my heart, and then I heard Yan Kongshan say: "Don't be afraid, I won't let strange men pester you."
Perhaps to reassure me, he specifically mentioned Yan Wanqiu's explanation.
He held the giant umbrella in one hand and rested the other on his knees, his eyes swept across my face lightly, and his face wearing a mask looked particularly grim.
Uncontrollably tightening the fan in my hand, I almost screamed in my heart.
I'm not afraid of being entangled by strange men. What I'm afraid of is that you are clear and innocent to me, but you say things that make people misunderstood all day long!
After all, if you are not a fan, you are also yellow, why are you so stingy when you are yellow
Inwardly, I made a soft "um" sound and sat up straight again.
The entire parade ended before the sunset was about to disappear into the sky, and the mikoshi went back and forth along Nanpu Street for exactly one hour.
The end point is also the starting point. Just like the beginning, there are still many people crowding around to take pictures. Fortunately, Uncle Zhang had cleared an open space to park the mikoshi in advance, and the volunteers maintained the order well, so no one approached it rashly for the time being.
Chu Tong and Sun Rui had been waiting outside early in the morning, and as soon as the mikoshi stopped, they leaned over.
At the end of the parade, I was Yu Mian, no longer a goddess, and I was embarrassed to ask Yankongshan to hug me again.
I stood up holding the handle of the umbrella, lifted the long hem, and planned to get off the sedan chair by myself.
Yankongshan took off his mask and had already left under the mikoshi, but he turned back for some reason.
"Want to help?" he asked.
I hurriedly waved my hand and said, "No, I can do it myself."
He didn't insist, turned around and walked down.
Following behind Yankong Mountain, I carefully descended the stairs, and when I was about the last two steps, an annoying shout suddenly sounded like a maggot in the tarsus that could not be shaken off.
"Yu Mian! Is Yu Mian you?" Fu Wei actually chased him all the way to the finish line
Yankongshan also turned around when he heard the sound, his long and tough eyebrows frowned slightly, and the mood on the top of his head began to show an unpleasant red.
I wanted to pay attention to the top of Yankong Mountain, and also to Fu Wei's position. When I was distracted, I stepped on the air, and I suddenly lost my balance and fell down the steps.
The uncontrollable exclamation choked in the throat, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.
The pearls and hairpins on the head were scattered one after another, and the fan also fell to the ground. Yan Kongshan raised his face, subconsciously opened his arms, and hugged the fallen me firmly.
The pounding heartbeat was transmitted to the eardrum, and it was not clear whether it was his or mine.
"Are you hurt?" After a while, the shock was almost over, I heard him ask in my ear.
I shook my head with lingering fear, and added: "No, no."
The rest of the people also gathered at this time.
"Are you all right?"
"It startled me, oh my god, there is Brother Shan."
"Yeah, it's scary, fortunately..."
Fu Wei's shouts were mixed in a bunch of babble, not obvious, but they couldn't be ignored either.
Sun Rui glanced over and asked, "Yu Mian, are you a friend?"
"No." Yankongshan replied before me.
Sun Rui raised her eyebrows and looked at me with the curiosity of gossip.
My body suddenly lightened, and Yankongshan picked me up again.
"I'll take you in."
In the distance, Fu Wei is still persistently calling me by my name, which is very annoying. I tilted my face even more into Yankong Mountain's arms, and this time I did not refuse his help.
When I was about to enter the door, Yan Kongshan held me at the door and paused for a while, and raised his chin towards Uncle Zhang: "Stop that kid, don't let him come over."
Uncle Zhang didn't know what was going on, but he obeyed his instructions inexplicably.
"Ah? Oh, good." He didn't even ask the reason, and shouted to the volunteers in the distance, "Stop him, yes, don't let him come over!"
I secretly thought it was a little funny, but I couldn't control it for a while, and I laughed while shaking my body.
Yankongshan felt it and looked down at me: "What are you laughing at? Children."
Of course, I'm laughing at how overbearing your tone just now was.
"No laughing." But I wouldn't admit it, and I had to correct him, "I'm not a kid, I'll be nineteen soon."
He hooked his lips, and his eyes fell back to the front again, as if he sincerely opposed me: "A nineteen-year-old child."
Then aren't you being yellow to a nineteen-year-old child? I wrinkled my nose and muttered silently in my heart.