Wu Jing followed Gu Beiqing for a day and found that he was really just wandering around.
Wu Jing couldn't help but ask: "Are we really not going to do anything?"
"Oh? Then I want to hear Mr. Wu's advice?"
Wu Jing was at a loss for words for a moment: "Don't punish evil and promote good? Or, um, take advantage of others."
"Robbery? It turns out that I am so unworthy in Zi Ye's eyes." Gu Beiqing pretended to be disappointed.
"It is." Wu Jing pouted slightly and muttered. "In the secret realm, we killed the big toad, robbed the jade lotus, and touched Qi Ming's storage bag. Later, instead of coercing shopkeeper Nan, we deceived him into taking away the piece of iron."
"How do these look like..."
Before Wu Jing finished speaking, he saw Gu Beiqing leaning forward slightly, and his lips were immediately covered by two soft pieces.
At the same time, fireworks not far away exploded one after another in the sky, lighting up the night sky. The lights along the street were lit at the same time, reflecting the lights of thousands of houses in the gurgling water.
There was no one near the stone bridge where the two were standing. Everyone gathered at another bridge to watch the fireworks and the dance on the stage in the center of the river.
Wu Jing's mind went blank, and his ears were filled with the sound of fireworks exploding. It was only two seconds, but Wu Jing felt that a long time had passed. When he reacted, he met Gu Beiqing's fiery gaze.
Those eyes as bright as stars were now filled with his own image. The bright light produced by the fireworks behind him made Wu Jing momentarily confused. He couldn't tell whether it was the light from the fireworks or the light in Gu Beiqing's eyes.
Wu Jing's face was already flushed.
"No... didn't everyone say that day... forget it?" In just a few words, Wu Jing's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was so quiet that he could hardly hear it.
"What?" Gu Beiqing stared at Wu Jing and asked softly.
Listening to Gu Beiqing's gentle voice, Wu Jing was at a loss for a moment. He hurriedly turned towards the direction of the fireworks: "Nothing, nothing, haha, look at the fireworks, ah, yes, the fireworks, they are so beautiful. If you don't look at them, it will be too late!"
Wu Jing really wanted to slap himself. He couldn't speak just now, but now he spoke very fast.
"Not as good-looking as you." Gu Beiqing was already trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, look, it's so good..."
Before the word "look" was uttered, Wu Jing suddenly realized what Gu Beiqing had said.
This meal gave Gu Beiqing another chance.
"I like you."
As soon as he finished speaking, another gorgeous firework exploded, shining brightly on Gu Beiqing's angular profile. He gently held Wu Jing's hand again.
"You are right, I am not a good person. I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goal. I will risk my life at all costs. I may even become an enemy of the world."
"But now, all the prerequisites have become you."
"The lights in the world are not as bright as your eyebrows, and the beauty of the fallen heroes in the world is not as colorful as the skirts of your clothes. I wish you the best. My heart will never change. I am not a gentleman, but I hope it is you."
"Just think that I'm obsessed with you, I like you."
I like you, I like you, I like you...
Every sentence was like a swamp full of syrup, dragging Wu Jing down deeper and deeper, unable to escape, and finally he could only drown in this sweetness willingly.
"That...I..."
Seeing Wu Jing's hesitant expression, Gu Beiqing smiled: "It doesn't matter, you can tell me after you figure it out..."
"Me too."
The sound was very small, but to Gu Beiqing's ears, it drowned out the crackling fireworks and the noisy voices. It kept echoing in my mind, and so did I.
The two of them were still standing on the bridge, looking side by side at the laughing crowd in the distance and the dazzling fireworks in the sky. Their hands that were close together quietly held each other, and this hold lasted a lifetime.
The gongs and drums of the Dragon Festival rang, waking the two of them up. Wu Jing sat up sleepily and saw Gu Beiqing opening the window.
The outside was covered with flowers along the river. There was a huge dragon boat in the middle of the river. People on it were smiling and beating gongs and drums. The river bank was also covered with onlookers. Everyone was holding a rice dumpling in their hands and looking eagerly at something.
"What kind of custom is this? I haven't seen it before." Wu Jing put on her obscene clothes and leaned over her waist.
Gu Beiqing gently rubbed the place where Wu Jing had just pressed, and replied: "It is said that it is called dragon sacrifice, and dragons are sacrificed to pray for good weather."
"Dragon? Is there really such a thing? If there is, it won't show up easily, right?"
"The local people are just trying to provide psychological comfort." As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them realized that something was wrong. It seemed that it was not as simple as psychological comfort.
At this time, most of the dragon boat was exposed, and a pair of boys and girls were tied to the high platform in the center. Their mouths were stuffed with white cloths, and flowers were scattered around them. Their hoarse cries were drowned in the noisy sound of gongs and drums.
Dragons are ancient mythical beasts, how could they feed on human babies?
But no one seemed to be surprised. Only a couple in the distance looked sad, leaning against a stone pillar. The woman was still wiping her tears.
Gu Beiqing and Wu Jing picked a teahouse and asked about the reason.
