Temple fairs in Shanghai are always crowded with people.
The hem of his clothes was fluttering, and his steps were light as the evening breeze passed by. There was the sound of the jade rings colliding.
The young man in black has the same facial expressions, looks cold and quiet, and refuses to be seen thousands of miles away. The young man in blue has eyes as bright as the stars, gentle and clear.
Wen Shi, who was dressed in Hanfu and carrying a zihuan, stood in front of a calligraphy stall. The fragrance of ink followed the tip of the pen on the dark yellow paper.
Along the way, the two of them made countless passers-by envious.
It's just the fairy in the painting.
"The flowers are similar every year, and the people are the same every year."
"This poem doesn't seem right, right?" Zi Kun tilted his head.
"It should be a pair for life."
Although the answer was not what the question was asked, Zi Kun felt that there was no better answer than this.
Hearing the crisp and soft voice in his ear, the young man in blue smiled. Zi Han put his hands on the young man in black's shoulders, and the broad light blue sleeves fell down, revealing his white arms.
Under the sky, fireworks bloomed in the sky one after another, and the temple fair reached its climax. Among the noisy crowd, under the brilliant fireworks in the sky, Shao Zihuan stared at the young man in black in front of him - Wen Shi was also looking at him.
Looking into each other's eyes.
The sky is full of stars, and my eyes are full of you.
Zi Kun stood on her tiptoes slightly and gently covered her lips with hers.
Purpose: I wish everyone can be rich and get married eventually