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Chapter 231: The Rolling Lantern (Part )

Unlike the feeling of walking through the mirror corridor, there was no cold immersion and short-term suffocation. A huge suction came from the other side of the mirror. He Si felt her face tense and her hair rushed forward. When she slapped her face and came to her senses, she was already standing in the mountain. She turned around and looked. This place was very familiar. She came here this morning to pick peach blossoms with the help of the power of the pan. It was the mountain behind the mirror pavilion.

He Si left cleanly, but she didn't know that the woman she had just bumped into in the bathroom happened to push open the door of the cubicle at this moment. She watched her being flattened and crumpled, turned into a blurry shadow, and finally sucked into the mirror. She was so scared that she sobered up and ran out of the door screaming.

In the bar, it was common for customers to suddenly go crazy. No one took it seriously. Even the woman calmed down with the comfort of the waiter and her friends. She just thought she had seen a fantasy because she had too much wine. She rubbed her eyes and her heart fell back into her stomach. Only Deng Chensha knew that all this was true. He stood up and ran to the bathroom door. Looking at the empty women's bathroom, he couldn't even get angry for a while - He Si disappeared again, just like when she first appeared in the yacht, coming and going like the wind, making it impossible to catch her.

But this gust of wind was not difficult for Qin Jian to capture. He sat in the courtyard and drank the tea in the cup. Although he could not see the person he invited, he still smiled in the direction of He Si at the foot of the mountain, and his brows became gentle.

In the dark night, Qin Jian picked up a spherical object of medium size from his side, and gently snapped his fingers, manipulating the sparks to ignite at his fingertips. Then, he moved his fingertips slightly, as if opening a mechanism, and carefully sent the sparks into the inside of the sphere. The warm and soft light illuminated the cold night. Qin Jian did not look closely, and put the swaying candlelight back to the ground. In the interweaving of light and shadow, countless unlit spheres around him emerged. But he was not in a hurry at all. He patiently lit up one sphere after another, and then put them back in place one by one. He seemed to enjoy this flickering work. When all the spheres were lit up with orange-yellow light, he clapped his hands with satisfaction, stood up, and looked at the foot of the mountain from a distance.

The dark shadow extended to the foot of the mountain and he could not see anyone, but he knew that the person he was waiting for was there.

But He Si didn't know that Qin Jian was watching her in the mirror pavilion on the top of the mountain. It is said that the sight of the scene can bring back emotions. She stood in the whistling cold wind, feeling inexplicably sad. She thought of the peach blossom wine she had brewed not long ago, and she didn't know what happened to it now. Of course, what worried her more was the person who picked peach blossoms with her.

A thin mist was rising in the mountains, and a faint fragrance wafted from the mist. It was not peach blossoms, but wintersweet.

He Si recalled a line of poetry she had read: "If you want to send plum blossoms, don't send plum blossoms. Now it seems that peach blossoms are also unreliable." She sighed and looked up in the direction of Jingxuan. Unlike the darkness before, there was actually a warm orange light coming from there.

Is it Qin Jian?
He Si was startled, still hesitant in her mind, but her steps were honest, and she was already running towards the mountain. "You're here so soon? It seems that it's time to go." Qin Jian's eyes smiled and slowly closed again, as if he had seen the figure getting closer and closer. Then he shook the tea in the cup, put the purple clay cup back on the table, and without any nostalgia, he brushed his sleeves and walked in the opposite direction of the foot of the mountain, and disappeared in the mirror in the blink of an eye.

As the breeze from his sleeves blew when he left, the balls that were originally placed on the ground began to roll, slowly moving down the hillside. At first, the speed was not fast, but after three or five seconds, the balls of light had accumulated enough power on the slope and headed straight for the foot of the mountain. Because of the sandstone and overgrown vegetation in the mountains, these bright spots of light moved slowly and quickly, appeared and disappeared, as if the stars hidden in the mountains gradually gathered into a tide of light, rushing towards the foot of the mountain, like the Milky Way pouring down, or like a meteor breaking through the sky, the balance of light and darkness, the blend of heat and cold, the air was hazy, and He Si saw such a spectacular scene.

He Si stopped climbing. The smell of burning pine oil in the air broke the balance of the cool night breeze in the mountains, but it also brought in the breath of the human world. As the light got closer, a pleasant jingle sounded, and the orange light became stronger. He Si finally saw what the warm light rolling down the mountain was - a round frame woven with bamboo strips, covered with colorful paper, with traditional patterns with beautiful meanings, and a small sphere inside the frame that could rotate freely. The light was emitted from the center of the sphere. The clever design of the center of gravity and fulcrum allowed the lamp to remain balanced during the rolling process. The small internal ball, like a universal wheel, maintained the stable burning of the flame, and it would neither go out nor ignite the colored paper - it was a rolling lamp.

He Si had seen a lantern rolling performance before. She should have seen it when she was collecting folk songs in an ancient village, but she suddenly couldn't remember whether it was in Zhejiang or Shanghai. At that time, she paid more attention to people rather than things. She remembered that the long street was crowded with people, and the old artists who performed held lantern rolling, rolling and moving, and the light and shadow were so lively. It was nothing like today, with only one person, but countless lanterns. She was alone in the dark night, standing alone, looking up at the stars falling in the sky. But she was not alone at all. This was a meteor shower sent to her by Qin Jian. The light and the night scenery of the mountains and forests complemented each other. She only felt the warm breath of candlelight everywhere, melting the coldness in her eyes into water.

Finally, the first lantern rolled to her feet. He Si leaned over and gently picked up the lantern, holding it between her fingertips to examine it. The candlelight shone through the delicate lamp wall, reflecting colorful light and shadows. The soft light was transmitted to her pupils, and also sent the pattern on the colored paper - a Taoist robe with fluttering clothes, holding a fish drum, riding a donkey upside down. He Si understood and searched again. Sure enough, she found three words under the small portrait: Zhang Guolao.

It was not auspicious signs of dragons and phoenixes, or blooming flowers of wealth and prosperity, but rather the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. He Si blinked her misty eyes, and her brows relaxed - it was in line with their current situation, but she had other concerns in her mind.

She thought about it and walked a few steps to the side. The rolling lights seemed to have calculated the distance and stopped one after another beside her. He Si walked in this sea of ​​lights. He Xiangu, Lan Caihe... these were not what she wanted. She walked a few more steps, her eyes lit up, and finally found the person she was looking for at the root of a peach tree. Next to the immortal figure, there were two words written indistinctly - Lü Yan.

It was not the well-known Lü Dongbin, but his full name Lü Yan. Although they were the same person, He Si smiled. Qin Jian was not acting on impulse. It seemed that he had the same idea as her - one must know that the traveler in the mist and clouds is not the mirror polisher in the dust. Qin Jian was using Lü Yan's poem to remind He Si that if Qin Jian had realized his true identity, the road ahead would be easier.

At least, it's not like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing off their magical powers.