Jun Jiuling

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In fact, Fang Chengyu’s description is not really amazing.

It was just under this light that the car was passing through the light and returned to normal. His description also followed the light and the light, and everyone looked back and looked at the eyes without any special teenager.

However, the look was too shocking, and the crowds around the crowd were more and more rushing to follow.

The voice of Fang Shaoye continued.

Mrs. Fang and others have been paying attention to the situation. Fang Chengyu was very nervous when he opened the curtain. When Fang Chengyu calmly faced everyone, he was relieved, and his heart was full of sourness.

This year's lanterns are exceptionally splendid, but they are even more chilling.

The Fang family’s people marched on the side of the crowd.

This year's lantern festival is not about seeing lights, but about seeing people, watching someone who has never shown up and is about to die.

It’s like a flash in the pan, just like a fireworks.

But what does it matter? At least he let the world see him at this time, seeing him come to watch the lights, not as a groom, as a woman's foil.

I want to go away, and Hugh is humiliated by others.

Fang Chengyu looked at the various lanterns hanging on the street, listening to the loud laughter on both sides.

"It's beautiful," he said to himself, and couldn't help but look back.

Crossing the crowd, he saw the woman who was walking past the lampstand.

The girl didn't know when it was behind, or she didn't want to go away with them deliberately.

Perhaps everyone is following the car of the Fang family, and the woman’s surroundings are a bit empty.

She stood under the lampstand and looked up at the lamp mountain. The light poured on her, and she looked clear and lonely.

Just in a blink of an eye, the crowd surged to cover his sight.

Liu Er took back the line of sight from the lamp and stuffed a melon into his mouth and slammed it.

"Miss, they are far away, are we still with them?" she asked vaguely.

Miss Jun looked at the lively streets in front of her eyes.

"There is a light on the side of the Temple of Fire, let's go over there," she said.

Liu Er was happy to throw away the seeds in his hand.

"Okay, okay, I can't read it here, I don't look at the lights. It's too shameful to watch monkeys," she said.

"Not shameful." Miss Jun said, "It's good."

Liu Er spit out his tongue and leaned closer to Miss Jun.

"Miss, they are far away, can't hear, don't have to say good things to them." She whispered.

Miss Jun smiled and touched her head.

"Let's go," she said. "I have something to ask for, I should go and ask for what I want."

It was not long before they turned and walked away. Someone squeezed out from the crowds on the street, stood behind the lamp Hill and lifted their shoes, leaning over and covering the shadows.

"There are people in this Yangcheng who have problems. I thought that I would look at a beautiful woman. His mother turned out to be a man. It was really inexplicable. The old man was trampled on a shoe."

After the shadow came a snoring, and then the figure left, and the lamp Hill quietly disappeared.

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The Temple of Fire Temple is also full of lights. These days are fine, the moonlight is bright, and the heavens and the earth meet.

The crowds on the street are surging, but this time it is not because of the lights.

"Quickly, the nephew of the Fang family came out."

The people on the street shouted, and the shouts suddenly ran away.

A few young people couldn’t escape the slamming.

"What is running, the blind man is not immediately dead and can't see it." A young man frowned and said to the crowd.

Another young man reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Civil brother, don't be so mean," he said.

The young man who was called a civilization snorted.

"Is this called mean?" he said, turning his head and looking at the person behind him. "Clouds, is this called mere?"

Standing behind him was a young man with a hood wearing a sapphire cloak, and he leaned over to pick up a few books that had been knocked down on the ground.

"What to do with him," he said, standing up straight, shining under his bright light, half of his face, it was Ning Yunzhen.

This he naturally said is the young master of the Fang family.

The talking young man smiled and reached for his shoulder.

"What about you?" he asked with a hint.

The scorpion is a person from the Fang family. The man from the city is going to see it. Of course, the scorpion does not want this. It has nothing to do with him.

There is still a person in Fangjia, and Ning Yunqi, who was cited, was told by the Manchu people.

Ning Yunxiao looked at him.

"What to do with me," he said with a smile.

Others laughed at me and talked to me about what to do with me.

A few young people laughed haha.

"The family will definitely not think that you will come to Yangcheng to look at the lights and think that you are hiding."

"It's true, what other people's jokes do with me, what do we do."

Everyone talks and laughs and moves on.

“It’s better.” A young man clapped his hands. “In the past, the streets of the Temple of Fire were so crowded that we could get a good time today’s blessings.”

Because the young masters watched the lights on another street, and everyone looked like a young master, so the crowds rushed, and the Temple of Fire Temple seemed to be a lot calmer.

Now they have been walking around the juggling artists. In order to attract the audience, there are also lanterns arranged here. There are two little girls who fly the buckets of lanterns on their feet and glimmer.

Unfortunately, the audience is less than before, and there are not many good voices.

Ning Yunqi and others stood up and screamed, and each took out a handful of money and threw it into the hustle and bustle, and was thanked by the class owner.

A few people said that they continued to move forward with a smile, and soon they came to the riddle, which was more lively than the only one.

In the end, the riddles have to be brainstormed. The ordinary people don’t like it. Most of them come here are people who know the words and characters. These people are self-sustaining, so they won’t go to watch the young masters there. Instead, there are more people. Avoid the excitement over there and come here.

This is also a place that Ning Yunqi and others like.

"Look at who wins today." a young man shouted.

Guessing the riddles and getting the lanterns, carrying a bunch of lanterns is a very swaying and elegant thing.

A few people laughed and walked along the street, and soon they took a variety of lanterns in their hands, and attracted many people to follow them to solve the puzzle.

Ning Yunxiao’s hand is empty, he just stands by and looks at the puzzle.

"You make us embarrassed like this." A young man said dissatisfied.

The people who followed the audience looked at Ning Yunyu, and Ning Yunqi still wore a hat to cover his face, and everyone on the dazzling street could not recognize him.

But just looking at the posture is quite good, it makes people feel good.

"There are many people who can't guess." Some people can't help but say good things to him.

"He can't guess, he just pretends." Several young people laughed. "Don't think we don't know. He will solve it if you solve it, just don't say it."

Ning Yun smiled, and the conversation had already reached the next riddle. He glanced at it and wrote the riddle.

The people who have come over have not even finished reading.

"Look at you and see, I didn't make a mistake." Several people said.

Ning Yun smiled and did not speak to the lanterns handed over by the owner.

This is a rushing moonlight, and the workmanship is exquisite and lively.

Ning Yunyan turned his eyes and handed it to a woman standing by.

"Let the Buddha give it to you, give it to you," he said.

The woman was seventeen or eight years old, with a headscarf and sleeves. It was obvious that she was helping at the booth.

Because I saw these young sons with extraordinary temperament, I couldn’t help but stand up and look at it. I didn’t expect to be sent a light, and suddenly I was flustered and waved.

"A good holiday, hold it." Ning Yunxiao smiled.

The northwest side has always been open to the public, and at the Lantern Festival, people around the world have smiled and persuaded.

The woman blushes and accepts the gift of thanks, and Ning Yun’s singer will go forward.

The girl was immediately surrounded by the sisters, and in the laughter, the girl’s eyes brightened and looked at Ning Yun’s back.

For someone like her, this situation is only for a lifetime and will not be forgotten, and will become a warm memory of the heart, illuminating the rest of her life.