On the night of the Lantern Festival in Sutu Town, the white walls and black tiles, the old streets and hometowns were full of lights.
At the invitation of the organizer in Yangon, she put on a blue layered silk dress printed with local characteristics, with delicate silver jewelry wrapped around her smooth black hair. She held the pipa in her arms and sang a soft and waxy Wu dialect tune.
On the stage, as long as she raised her eyes, her eyes would naturally turn to the century-old banyan tree on the left.
The man standing under the banyan tree has an outstanding face and a lazy posture.
Watching too much can easily lead to distraction.
At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause and cheers from the whole hall.
Yang Guang smiled brightly and ran towards him briskly.
Cheng Jingling leaned against the tree and stared at her for a long time without moving.
She waited for a while and felt a little aggrieved: "If you don't praise me..."
The man chuckled when he heard the words and straightened up lazily: "Sorry, I was thinking about other things just now."
"What are you thinking about?"
The man's eyes darkened, and he leaned close to her ear.
The heat of his breath burned the skin behind her ears, and he spoke slowly, his voice as pure and pure as aged wine, making people drunk after hearing it.
"I want to be in love with you."
Intention: He is my beloved lover