It is not allowed to worship gods in Xiliang, but it cannot stop people's devotion to gods.
It is rumored that during the festival, as long as you tie the red ribbon on your wrist, dance around the bonfire, and throw the red ribbon into the bonfire after the dance, you can convey your wish to the guests who come to May Island. immortal.
Wen Chan had never heard of this custom before, looking at the red ribbon with two silver stripes in the vendor's hand, he hesitated.
"I want two." Liang Yanbei generously took out a tael of silver and handed it to the peddler, in exchange for two brightly colored red ribbons.
"We are not from May Island, and the gods may not buy us." Wen Chan muttered softly.
Because the singing around was too loud, Liang Yanbei didn't hear clearly, but he probably guessed what he meant, and stretched out his hand to pull his arm, "It's all rumors, if there is anything credible, just ask for a lottery. "
He wrapped the red ribbon around Wen Chan's wrist a few times.
Taking advantage of the gap, Wen Chan raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that he looked serious, with a faint smile in his eyes, and seemed to be in a good mood.
The fair skin is in stark contrast to the flirtatious color, a knot is tied slightly, and the long ribbon flutters between the sleeves.
"It looks good." Liang Yanbei praised inexplicably, and then stretched out his hand to Wen Chan, "Tie it on for me."
Wen Chan shook the ribbon in his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, took his ribbon and tied it, and just as he tied the knot, he heard a familiar voice coming in from the side.
"Oh, what a coincidence." Tang Yixiao walked slowly from the side, waving the red ribbon tied on his palm, "You are here too."
He seemed to be alone, and when he walked up to Liang Yanbei, he first glanced at the red thread on Wen Chan's wrist, and then gave Liang Yanbei a ambiguous smile, "I'm very interested."
"I can't compare to you. You have nothing to do all day long, so where is the excitement?" Liang Yanbei lowered his head and touched the ribbon in his hand, and smiled at Wen Chan, "It's so beautiful."
Hmm, hit a knot.
"Just such a knot, how can you boast?" Tang Yixiao felt a little funny.
Liang Yanbei clicked his tongue and looked at him with disgust, "I said what's the matter with you, we've met each other today, and we've said everything we need to say, why do you want to come together when you see us, won't you take a detour?" ?”
Don't you wink
"I did it out of courtesy." Tang Yixiao stood with his arms folded, "You seem to have a big opinion on me recently?"
Wen Chan saw that the two were talking left and right, and he couldn't get in, so he stood silently and watched the two of them arguing.
"You still have a debt with me. After the matter is resolved, I will settle it with you." Liang Yanbei pointed at him, thinking, I remember everything you did, don't even think about it. Lay off.
Hearing this, Tang Yixiao cast a glance at Wen Chan, as if he understood something, and said to Liang Yanbei, "Okay, your fist is hard, I don't care about you, you two play slowly."
After saying this, he turned around and left. After two or three steps, his figure disappeared into the crowd, and Wen Chan disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He glanced around, but he didn't see Tang Yixiao's back, he thought he was going too fast...
Seeing him looking around, Liang Yanbei stretched out his hand and pulled the red thread on his wrist, approached him and whispered, "Everyone is gone, what are you looking at?"
"Don't you think he walked too fast?" Wen Chan's forehead was full of doubts.
"He has always been like this." Liang Yanbei didn't take it seriously, and caught a glimpse of the people on the side who were about to beat the drums, so he pulled his wrist, "Don't look, come dance."
Wen Chan found that he had made a lot of small moves towards him in the past two days, either poking his forehead or pulling his wrists. Since his attitude towards him eased, he became more bold.
While thinking this way, he took Liang Yanbei's hand with his own and corrected him, "Others hold hands."
Liang Yanbei's hands were much bigger than his, and in addition to wielding knives and guns on weekdays, there were some calluses in his palms.
Wen Chan's hands are pampered, with thin skin and tender flesh. The moment they hold each other, the delicate soft flesh feels the slightly hard calluses and warmth emanating from his palm.
His heart was beating like a drum, and the beat was lost in an instant, crashing wildly.
The face was still careless, but the movement of the hands did not stop at all, and the five fingers were directly tightened, holding Liang Yanbei's palm.
When Liang Yanbei looked down, his two hands were pressed together tightly. Wen Chan's hands were very white and tender, which made Liang Yanbei's skin a little yellow.
The initial daze lasted only for a moment, Liang Yanbei hurriedly shook back, took Wen Chan's hand, and said in his heart that you sent it up by yourself.
Liang Yanbei's smile was not a smile, his handsome eyebrows were tinged with a gleam, and his black eyes shone brightly reflecting the flames. People around him couldn't look away when they came to see him, both men and women.
Wen Chan is only sixteen years old, and his face and hands and feet have not yet fully opened. When he smiles, he will only make people feel cute and pretty. Wearing a skirt and braiding his hair, he is easily recognized as a girl by others.
But Liang Yanbei is different. He is tall, but at the age of eighteen, he is taller than his peers. His face is handsome but not gorgeous, and his expression is not ostentatious. bewitched.
Standing together, the two gave people the illusion that they were brothers.
Many girls are eyeing this place.
But Wen Chan didn't pay attention to these. Although his eyes were fixed on other places, all his attention was focused on his palms. He wanted to rub and pinch, but he didn't dare to move at will.
Liang Yanbei looked down at him inadvertently, and found that he was staring at a place in a daze, so he squeezed his hand, "Are you thinking about Tan Yuji?"
Wen Chan's heart skipped a beat when he pinched him, and he raised his head in confusion, "Ah? What did you say?"
"What are you thinking?" Liang Yanbei slightly leaned over and raised his voice, "It's time to start dancing."
Hearing this, Wen Chan realized that holding hands is to dance, but he can't dance at all, and immediately panicked, wanting to break free, "I can't dance."
How could Liang Yanbei let him take it away, and immediately pinched his hand with a little force, "It's as if I can dance, dancing around the bonfire is the only way to pray to the gods, you just jump around twice."
"Didn't you say that those are rumors and unreliable?"
"Do as the Romans do as the Romans do, no matter what, I spent a tael of silver." Liang Yanbei just used an excuse to block his face, he didn't care about doing as the Romans did, or the one tael of silver.
It's just that Wen Chan likes to join in the fun, just take him to have fun.
Xiliang's folk customs are open, even in the capital, there are quite a few men who practice dancing and qin music, so no one objected to men's dancing.
In addition, most of the people who came to May Island were casual Jianghu people, so when they gathered around the bonfire, many people held hands together and formed a huge circle around the bonfire.
Wen Chan saw that there were so many people, so he had no intention of running away, not to mention the laughter and noisy voices in his ears, he felt inexplicably at ease, and when he didn't even notice, he smiled and showed his white teeth.
The two drums were beaten, and the rhythm came out immediately. The locals of May Island and the outsiders stepped on the drums, accompanied by the sound of the piano, and turned around the campfire.
It's actually very simple, but it's just changing the left foot to the right foot, and the people of May Island sang the ballad in unison to the music.
Wen Chan hopped around for half a circle, and suddenly heard the singing rise, as if he had sung the most critical part. At this time, pink petals floated down from the night sky shrouded in thick night.
Pink petals fluttered one after another, overwhelming the sky and covering the sky with the wind, like an unexpected rain of flowers. People in May Island are no strangers to this scene. Seeing the petals floating in the sky, they hurriedly raised their arms and sang loudly. His face was flushed and he looked very excited.
Wen Chan reached out and took the petals that had fallen on his head, and when he took a closer look, he realized that they were peach blossoms.
"God's down! It's God's down!" He heard someone shouting in his ear.
Looking up, many people stopped dancing, took off the red belt and threw it into the bonfire, clasping their hands reverently.
Wen Chan stared blankly at the petals flying all over the sky, wondering if there really was a divine descendant? Then I have to make a wish quickly.
He twitched his hand again, did not twitch twice, and looked at Liang Yanbei suspiciously, but just as his eyes touched, Liang Yanbei let go of his hand again, and Wen Chan was free, so he went to untie it without thinking too much. The red ribbon on the wrist, crumpled up and thrown into the bonfire.
He clasped his hands together and thought silently in his heart that the gods had given him a chance to start over, he didn't dare to expect too much, he only hoped that this life could change the nightmare of the previous life and make people around him less suffering.
Pausing in his thoughts for a while, Wen Chan took a deep breath, and quickly added - I hope Liang Yanbei will not marry Situ Zhoulan again in this life.
Bah bah bah! As soon as he made this wish, Wen Chan immediately regretted it, and hastily poohed a few times in his heart.
With a glance, he found that Liang Yanbei was still untying the red silk on his wrist. Wen Chan took a closer look, only to realize that he had tied him a tight knot.
He was a little apologetic, and stretched out his hand to squeeze Liang Yanbei's hand away, "Let me explain it to you."
I don't know if it was because he tied it so tightly at the beginning, or because Liang Yanbei pulled it a lot, but the knot turned out to be so tight that it couldn't be untied no matter what.
"Forget it, don't worry about it for now, take me back and find a pair of scissors." Liang Yanbei pretended to push.
In fact, he could break it off at once, but seeing Wen Chan's anxious look, Liang Yanbei had other thoughts, and deliberately pretended to be very helpless and sighed.
"That can't be done, then you won't be able to make a wish." As expected, Wen Chan was immediately fooled, and went straight to bite the knot.
The soft lips rubbed vaguely against Liang Yanbei's skin, and Liang Yanbei suddenly felt a little hot for some reason.
Wen Chan's teeth were stronger than his fingers, and he easily bit them open. Finally, he wiped the remaining moisture on Liang Yanbei's wrist with his sleeve, stuffed the ribbon into his hand, and urged, "Quick."
"No hurry, no hurry." Liang Yanbei comforted, stretched out his hand, and threw the ribbon into the bonfire to burn.
"God, oh god, I have nothing else to ask for, I just hope that our Young Master Wen will talk to me more in the future..." Liang Yanbei said boldly.
"What nonsense are you talking about..." Wen Chan didn't expect him to say this, he was angry and funny, his ears were red, "You are serious, and no one else will say it, how can you say it effective?"
"Okay, I won't say it, I won't say it." Liang Yanbei immediately compromised and closed his mouth.
Wen Chan realized later, and added, "You make a normal wish."
Liang Yanbei didn't answer, and didn't know if he had changed his wish, but after a while of silence, he clapped his hands, "It's over!"