The night sky is high and far away, and the light stars are disappearing into the clouds. The moonlight was slightly cool, passing through the branches and casting tiny pieces of light on the ground.
The girl was leaning against the tree on the side of the road, her thin arms seemed to be weakly covering her eyes, and her face was surrounded by slightly curved slender fingers.
It was even more lively than usual, with all kinds of pedestrians coming and going in front of the gorgeous lights.
[Qixi Festival. ]
The girl suddenly realized this, and the corners of her pale mouth submerged in the shadows were slightly raised, without a smile. There was a tired, almost desolate atmosphere.
The girl's wrist is wrapped with red threads, and the interlacing brings out an almost decadent beauty. The bells on the red line swayed gently with the wind, making an ethereal and clear sound like running water.
Gradually, a crowd began to gather around her. When the girl opened her eyes impatiently, a sharp and long sound pierced the sky, and a dazzling iridescent light bloomed in the deep blue.
One after another. Like flowers blooming. Then, quickly withered.
It's fireworks.
Beautiful as it was then.
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Short story.