Pat Me Please

Temple fairs are an old tradition in Jiangcheng.

The most lively one is on Taihe Street, passing through West Shishitiao Hutong, on the outer edge of Donghu Park. The locals call it the Temple Fair on the first day of junior high school.

Peng Yuzhi loved to come here when she was a child. There were crowds of people, and she sat on her father's shoulders, enjoying the high place scenery while gnawing on the candy.

After puberty, she was not very interested, just felt crowded, and later went to college and played in a band, who cares about this stuff.

But today is different, she thinks that Xiang Wan needs to be lively, but after thinking for a long time, the most lively place in Jiangcheng has to be the temple fair in the first day of junior high school.

It was late afternoon when they arrived. Entering the high-rise archway, the cars outside are so jammed that you can’t move. The crowd density increases as you go in. The bustling crowds completely cover the excitement of the temple fair. Fortunately, there are still trumpets playing music one after another. , making the crowd beaming.

Xiang Wan was a little dizzy from being bumped, and Peng Houzhi handed her his hand: "Follow me, don't be squeezed."

Xiang Wan is wearing a plaid coat today, with a beige woolen scarf tied around his neck, long hair draped over the scarf, no makeup, so clean that it would be offensive to even rub it against him.

On the other hand, Peng Yuzhi wore a short jacket-style wool coat and skinny jeans tucked into black flat boots. He looked very slender and capable. On the other hand, he wore a dark red beret crookedly on his long curly hair, which was very feminine. A little more handsome jacket.

Xiang Wan took her hand and walked cautiously, when her shoulder was bumped again, she sighed: "There are many more people than yesterday."

Peng Houzhi laughed at her: "Yesterday was New Year's Eve, who ran out for nothing."

"But you came to see me yesterday," Xiang Wan asked her, "Didn't your family say anything?"

"They can't control me."

As he spoke, he squeezed her hand and motioned her to look ahead: "Look at that kid, hahahaha, follow the rhythm of the stereo, look at me counting one, two, three, she's designated to throw."

Xiang Wan didn't look at it: "You are so wicked."

"Why don't children use it for teasing? It's true that you are boring." Peng Yuzhi snorted at her, still chasing the child sideways.

One, two, three, hey, fell.

She was overjoyed, Xiang Wan also lowered her head to cover her lips, and smiled slightly.

"Hey? Who says I'm immoral? Don't laugh if you have the ability." Peng Yanzhi glanced at her.

"This smile is not because of immorality, but because of childishness." Xiang Wan said slowly.

"Who is naive?" Peng Houzhi frowned.

"You are childish, and I am also childish." Xiang Wan said, bending the corners of his mouth.

"Okay," Peng Houzhi let go of her hand, patted her palm lightly, and held her hand again, "it's fair."

Smelling the aroma of boiled stew, Peng Houzhi led Xiang Ban through the crowd and squeezed to the side of the street, looking at a large pot half a person's height in the small stall, in which the old soup was stewed with intestines, lungs and offal, steaming hot. The master scooped it up and watered it, and then sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions. The fragrance was so fragrant that Peng Hou's saliva almost flowed out.

She took out her mobile phone and asked Xiang Wan, "Do you want to eat?"

Xiang Wan frowned and withdrew his head.

Peng Houzhi saw the word "fear" in her eyes.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Peng Houzhi hated people questioning their local delicacies in Jiangcheng the most.

Xiang Wan raised his hand, touched his nose with his index finger, and gave a clear cough.

"You despise our Jiangcheng." Peng Houzhi pinched her.

Xiang Wan raised his eyebrows in pain and shook his head: "Never."

"Hypothetical."

"If you don't mind, let's make a bowl of soybean juice later."

Xiang Wan's face was pale, his chest was throbbing, and he restrained himself a little.

Peng Hou was furious: "You're done, Xiang Wan."

"Um?"

"You are not worthy! You are not worthy of our Jiangcheng temple fair, you are not worthy of the enthusiasm of our Jiangcheng people, you are not worthy of the millennium heritage of this ancient capital!"

Xiang Wan looked at her, bent the corners of his eyes, and whispered: "Thousands of years... I don't deserve it?"

"you…"

"I am very worthy." Xiang Wan concluded with a smile.

In winter, Peng Houzhi felt that his head was going to smoke.

Yes, it was her, Peng Yanzhi, who was unworthy, and on the New Year's Eve, she came out to do good deeds to be a good person, but she was choked with anger. If she had known this would happen, she might as well go to Qinghe Palace to burn incense and pay respects.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Xiang Wan was afraid that she would be really angry, so he took her hand again and said, "It's my fault, I apologize."

"What are you apologizing for?" Peng Yuzhi said the whole thing, but still didn't want to talk to her.

"Lu Zhu, I apologize to you." Xiang Wan smiled and nodded in the direction of Lu Zhu.

"Douzhi, I apologize to you." She stood on tiptoe, looking at the nearby Douzhi stand.

Peng Houzhi was amused by her, and pointed at her with his index finger: "Pretending."

Then he still led her forward.

"We Jiangcheng talents don't care about it, and we don't care about stewed bean juice."

"yes."

"We Jiangcheng people are generous and bright."

"yes."

Walking next to the food stall, Peng Houzhi bought a bunch of candied haws for Xiang Wan. He originally thought that Xiang Wan would like this kind of snack that had existed since ancient times, but as a lady of the prime minister's family, Xiang Wan had never eaten it.

With one sip, the normally regular facial features were twisted into one place, and tears were about to come out.

"Don't cry!" Peng Hou yelled at her.

Xiang Wan looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"You are Iron T! Don't cry!"

What does T Zi cry in the street?

Although he didn't know why Tie Kick couldn't cry, Xiang Wan swallowed back his tears when he saw that she was so ferocious, and she wasn't so sour at first.

"Oh my God, are you really iron?" Peng Houzhi was stunned, "The kind that won't let you counterattack at all?"

This iron T's dignity is too useful.

"What is Tie T?" Xiang Wan asked while holding up a candied haws.

"It's pure one, the kind that people don't touch on the bed." Peng Houzhi raised the back of his hand, approached her, and whispered.

Xiang Wan thought for a moment, then said softly, "I'll let someone touch you."

Alas, Peng Houzhi likes to hear this kind of girlfriends' whispers the most, and then asked: "Then what is your o'clock?"

"this…"

Seeing that Xiang Wan was confused again, she explained: "On the bed, the best state you want is how many times you attack someone and how many times you are attacked. If you want to attack someone eight out of ten times, then you That's 0.8."

"Then I'm 0.8."

"You didn't even think about it! Did you see that I counted 0.8, you are lazy!" Peng Yuzhi jumped again.

"Yes." Xiang Wan admitted it calmly.

"you!"

"Such a thing, of course, you will know it when you meet it. How can you foresee the love between two people?"

Makes sense. "Then why do you say you are 0.8?"

"Prevaricate you, otherwise you will keep asking." Xiang Ban said calmly.

hiss…

Really know her hey.

Peng Yuzhi had nothing to say, so he continued to walk with her, watched the lion dance once, and climbed up to the flower bed platform amidst the crowds, looking up at the molten iron.

There were quite a lot of molten iron when Peng Yuzhi was young, but it was hard to see when he was older, probably because of the danger. The sparks thrown out can be replaced by fireworks, and most people are not so rare.

But Peng Yuzhi wondered while watching: "We didn't see a molten iron smelter yesterday. What do you think he smelt during the day? It's not dark yet, and we can't see any sparks. He smelt at night, and it looks better at night."

Thinking about it again, maybe the temple fair invites some folk artists to perform, but it's just a formality, a gimmick to promote traditional culture, and of course it doesn't think about arranging the best time and producing the best Effect.

Xiang Wan watched with relish, and dragged her into the circle of people.

After watching for a while, it was almost dark, but the molten iron artist began to pack up, saying that he was going to perform at another night party. The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, and there were still sporadic flames on the ground.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Xiang Wan followed Peng Houzhi and turned around, staring at the scattered sparks on the ground.

The fire sparks flashed into her eyes, she blinked, and when she looked up again, a figure not far away turned around and looked at the fire fire on the ground first, then raised her eyes again, and the two looked at each other.

Xiang Wan smiled and said, "Teacher Chao."