Ai Min of Fomalhaut's Self-written Book

"Let's set off the fireworks!" The little brother asked, holding up the fireworks in his hand, as if he didn't want to talk about it.

We came to the edge of the ditch.

"Don't you need to tie it to a tree?" asked the little brother.

I laughed twice, but didn't answer.

You'll know in a while.

Light up fireworks.

Fireworks shot straight into the sky like meteors, then burst open, scattered like flowers, and after a crackling sound, they turned into dots of stars, and the flowers fell and flew all over the sky.

The sky became a grand sea of ​​flowers.

Many passers-by stopped beside us, and many hawkers forgot to sell, but just stared at the fireworks in the sky.

I looked back at my little brother, who opened his mouth wide in a daze.

The fireworks are still burning, and the embers of the flames are falling, and a tall cloth banner held by a passer-by is burning, and it is about to fall.

It is the direction of the little brother.

I exclaimed, hugged my little brother, and covered him under my body. The fire cloth streamer just hit my back. Fortunately, I wear a lot of clothes in winter, so I don’t feel any pain in my back, but my hair is a little burnt. , smelled a strong burnt smell.

The little brother was terrified, and desperately hugged my back and patted me on fire.

Fortunately, the fire was not big, and it was quickly extinguished.

I stuck out my tongue, patted my body, and went to pull my little brother. The surrounding crowd surrounded us, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, I blushed a little.

The little brother's eyes were sparkling, "Your hair..."

I pulled my hair, it was long or short, and I felt a little sad, but I didn't want to make my little brother too sad, so I had to comfort him: "It's okay, I've wanted to cut my hair short for a long time."

The gleam in the little brother's eyes finally fell, hanging miserably on his white and tender cheeks.

I thought my little brother felt sorry for my hair, so I wiped away his tears, and said softly: "It's okay, we all like short hair, I'll cut it for you another day, it's very beautiful!"

"Why...you want to block it for me?" the little brother asked me in a low voice.

I was taken aback, there was no reason, "You are a little brother, of course my sister must protect you." I rubbed his hair.

Sentimental little brother.

We walked around Yujie for a long time, and we didn't say goodbye until the sky turned pale.

"Will you come tomorrow?" Before returning to the palace, the little brother turned around and asked me.

"Yeah." I nodded, "Go back quickly! Don't go back late, your mother will suspect you again!"

I waved at him.

Watching the little brother go in, he walked into the palace gate, but looked back at me, his lips moved, he hesitated to speak.

I quickly waved at him again.

He just nodded and hurriedly walked into the palace.

I went back and walked along Royal Street for a while alone.

Dawn is about to break, and the bustling crowd at night has dropped by half, and it is much cleaner.

Far away by the pool, there are singing girls in twos and threes singing Jiangnan ballads, with pearls in their voices.

There are old people making sachets on the side of the road, and the fragrance comes from afar, making people feel like they are in the sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains and plains in late spring and early summer.

I saw all kinds of dried flowers, plants, vegetables and fruits on the small cloth in front of her, as if they had been soaked by something, they had a kind of luster.

Hurry up and ask humbly: "Old man, what's in this sachet?"

The old man looked up at me tremblingly, then lowered his head to make sachets, and said in a leisurely manner: "These sachets are made of colored cloth soaked in flower water, run through with colored threads, and contain Angelica dahurica. , Chuanxiong, Qincao, Paicao, □□, Gansong, Gaobenhang."

"Oh, there are so many patterns." I half understood these things, "Then you get up so early every morning to make sachets?"

"No, I've been selling sachets for a living, and I can't earn a lot of money on weekdays. Fortunately, the lady of the Yan Palace is merciful, and after a while, she will send someone to buy the old slave's sachets, and put them at home as ornaments to avoid insects. For this purpose." The old man muttered in his mouth, full of gratitude.

Yanwang Mansion······

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