Thousands of glazed lamps wind up along the tangled ancient vines, lingering in the halo of blue and purple. The long street is bustling with people and the bone flute is melodious.
The Hongqiao spans the sparkling water, and its red vertical banners make a sound.
"Wish to see the full moon soon?" Yan Yi thought for a long time, but still puzzled, "Doesn't the full moon appear every month? Why did you write this wish?"
"This full moon is not that full moon." Wen Yu deliberately pretended, with sparks in his eyes and a smile.
The moonlight is like water, and the ripples are like water.
"Wen Yu, have you bewitched me?" Yan Yi's voice was inexplicably hoarse, revealing an ambiguity that they all knew well.
Wen Yu looked straight into his eyes and said seriously: "Master said, don't bewitch the one you love."
The quiet lotus pond, the gentle moonlight, the crimson tip of the ears, and the uncontrollable throbbing in the young man's heart.
Purpose: The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water
