Looking at the fresh big fish that Fenghuang caught, Qingye felt jealous and angry at the same time. Just now she asserted prematurely, saying that Fenghuang must not be able to catch the rain, but now she saw people gathered around Fenghuang, looking at the big fish in her hand in surprise.
"What a big fish!"
"This is actually able to catch fish. Just now I said that I couldn't catch fish, so it seems that I lost."
Aoba turned her head and saw that people around her seemed to be whispering. She even had a feeling in her heart that when those people saw this fish, they would ridicule her previous assertion.
After all, she couldn't hold back her face, and the voice of the conversation seemed to have become harsh, lingering in her mind.
She raised her eyes lightly, and saw a faint smile on the corner of Fenghuang's mouth holding the big fish. She was not a person who was easy to be happy in the past, but now she actually laughed, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart . Just standing quietly among the crowd, she didn't say a word.
During the winter outing that started later, Aoba was very quiet from the beginning to the end.
Fenghuang also noticed this, after a bit of guessing, she knew why, and let her go.
Yang Tingjing put his arms around her shoulders, followed her as Xinbu walked, picked off the plum blossoms on the roadside and inserted them between her hair, a faint fragrance filled the space between the two of them. Fenghuang sniffed, and a burst of refreshing fragrance broke into her lungs, and the depressed mood disappeared in an instant.
Everyone played for a while, and the sky gradually dimmed. Suddenly, Andingyin suggested: "I heard from some friends that the night market is a good place to visit. Why don't we have a visit today?"
"Yes, yes, it is said that the night market is very interesting these days, and there are many activities to participate in, let's go and have a look, have fun." No one in the team objected, so the group went to the night market together.
It is really lively here, walking slowly on the trails on the white stone slabs, both sides of the street are full of stalls laid by hawkers. For a moment, Fenghuang felt as if he had returned to the modern night market in the ancient city. Those local night markets are full of small stalls and hawkers selling all kinds of things. The lights are bright, and a variety of goods are placed in the shops on the street. The exquisitely painted boat travels on the surface of the microwave sparkling water, cuts the water surface, and creates layer upon layer of ripples.
The smell of food floats in the air, and all kinds of snacks seduce the stomachs of passers-by. Fenghuang, on the other hand, was a little sad. For a moment, her thoughts about modern life flooded into her heart. She could not help but hold Yang Tingjing's hand tightly, and the other party said in a slightly surprised voice, "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't matter, it's just thinking about things when you see things." She paused, "Of course, there is also a little bit of thinking about people when you see things."
"Come and see, there is a lantern riddle guessing activity here!" An Dingyin's voice came from a distance ahead, and the two looked at each other and smiled, then walked towards the gathering place of the crowd.
An old man over half a year old was sitting in front of a table of eight immortals, where there were all kinds of lanterns, including ink paintings, flower and bird paintings, and plain lanterns, all of which looked beautiful.
Seeing Yang Tingjing walking over with Fenghuang in his hand, he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the two of them, and then asked, "Young lady, do you like these lanterns?"
Phoenix's eyes wandered around the circle of lanterns, and then fell on an ink painting lantern, his eyes lit up slightly. The old man understood immediately. He took down the lamp, put it on the Eight Immortals table, and said to Yang Tingjing with a smile: "Your wife likes this lamp, do you want to guess it for her?"
Tear off a piece of paper at the bottom, and you can see the words "mountain and mountain again".
Yang Tingjing only thought for a moment, then said: "But the word 'out'?"
The old man stroked his beard, and put the lamp into Fenghuang's hands, "Your husband is really very intelligent, I admire him, he actually guessed it as soon as he saw it."
Fenghuang hooked the corners of her lips, a slight blush rose on her pink face, she took the lantern and looked at it for a moment, a happy smile appeared on her face. The smile on the charming face almost seduced people's minds, Yang Tingjing's mood improved, and suddenly the old man rolled his eyes and made a "please" gesture to Yang Tingjing, "We have a more beautiful lantern here, but this lantern is for the winner of the Lantern Riddles Competition. Is this gentleman interested in trying it?"
Phoenix looked in the direction he was pointing at, and there was a dazzling lantern emitting dazzling light. She paused for a moment. If she didn't make a mistake, the painting on the outside of the lantern was the "Picture of Twelve Maids" made by the most famous painter in the dynasty.
This authentic work is already of extraordinary value, so the value of this lantern has exceeded their imagination. But he saw the old man standing beside the lantern and began to introduce to the surrounding group of people.
"I believe that those of you who are discerning have already seen that this painting was made by the 'Bada Shanren' who is the emperor of today's emperor. This lantern was designed by him, and it is priceless. If someone wins the first place in this lantern riddle today, This lantern belongs to him."
Everyone salivated at these words, Yang Tingjing lowered his head, and asked softly in Fenghuang's ear, "Do you want to?"
A faint smile flickered across the corner of Fenghuang's mouth, "Are you so confident?"
Yang Tingjing was a little annoyed at being blocked by her words, but still quite confidently, she walked to the Eight Immortals table and sat down in front of everyone's attention.
The old man glanced at Yang Tingjing approvingly, and then turned his gaze to the crowd, "This young man is brave and courageous, can someone fight him?"
A few suave literati also joined the lantern riddles meeting. Seeing that there were enough people and more and more people gathered around from all directions, the old man knew it was time to start the lantern riddles meeting.
"Don't worry, everyone. There are three rounds in this lantern riddle competition. After these three rounds, the person who can guess the most lantern riddles will be the winner. Of course, everyone may know this lantern riddle. In this case, whoever solves the lantern riddles first will be considered the winner , how are you?"
The people below were all waiting to watch the fun, so no one raised any objections to this system, so the lantern riddle meeting began amidst the noise.
Qingye looked at Yang Tingjing, who was sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table, his eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was confident, and his whole body exuded a confident aura, which made him look extremely charming.