On the Seven Towers

Xiao Chen and the two walked to the other side and saw that many people had come out of the house, put on their best clothes, held simple leather lamps, and began to gather on the street.

"Okay, what are our plans today?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Are you always so passive when you go out with girls?" Luo Ling asked.

Xiao Chen happily said in his heart: "Then leave it to me to arrange it? Then I say, the first step is to get the equipment."

"how?"

"The leather lamps Silla prepared for us are too eye-catching. They don't have the style of a civilian area at all. Just wait for me." Xiao Chen ran to the roadside, found a few young people, negotiated with them, and exchanged a pair of candles. Leather lamp.

"Look, this is much better."

"What? Your business has suffered a big loss. Silla bought the crystal leather lamps for one silver gun each. This one in your hand is worth at most two copper shields." Although Luo Ling was talking, she was still fiddling with it. A new leather lamp is like a child getting a fresh toy. The leather lamp is square with a portable rope on it. When a candle or oil lamp is lit inside, it will emit a dim light. It doesn't look very beautiful when seen alone, but when many people light up lights on the street, the dots of lights give off a strange romantic feeling in the night.

"How could I be so stupid, and here is this." Xiao Chen took out a colorful cloth scarf, "Did you see it? This is a limited edition New Year scarf presented by the palace. The old king is about to celebrate his 60th birthday this year, so it is very generous. One of the two people in the civilian area received this thing."

Luo Ling looked around and saw that many people had rolled up this kind of cloth and wrapped it around their heads.

"It turns out that the tradition here is to wear wreaths on your head during parades. It is said that people who do this can receive blessings from nature and gain all kinds of happiness in the coming year. But flowers are hard to find in winter, so this is useful It is customary to wear floral turbans, hairbands or hairpins instead. In previous years, everyone would wear garlands and buy turbans to wear with their headscarves, but this year most people are wearing this.”

"This cloth is too ugly. It's an insult to my aesthetics. I won't wear it. Hey, I want that." Luo Ling pointed to two children playing by the river with pink garlands on their heads.

"Okay. I'll ask them." There were candies in Xiao Chen's space bag, so this task was not difficult. Later, he and Luo Ling each brought a garland.

Luo Ling looked at Xiao Chen's head full of pink flowers and giggled: "I thought you wouldn't bring it. I didn't expect you to be quite open-minded?"

"It's just the ancient style of the Tang and Song Dynasties. What are you afraid of? I can't let you focus on the beauty of the past."

"Do you know what you look like?"

"A flowering bamboo."

"It's important for people to know themselves. I give you a thumbs up."

However, no matter what, the two of them have completely blended in with the surroundings, and there is nothing weird about them among the crowd.

They walked slowly behind the crowd carrying leather lamps, and people continued to join them along the way. The night was originally a cool blue, but each leather lamp was like a swarm of fireflies, illuminating people's smiling faces. It lights up people's costumes and brings a touch of warmth to this half of the city that lacks lights.

The crowd came to a narrow place, and Xiao Chen naturally stretched out a hand to hold Luo Ling to prevent her from being swept away. Luo Ling's hand tightened slightly, then relaxed again, letting him hold her. The two of them were like two little flowers in the river, floating with the current.

Xiao Chen felt that the world was very quiet at this time, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. The world is noisy again, and all kinds of restless thoughts pop up in my mind one after another.

He couldn't help but sneak a glance at Luo Ling. His night vision allowed him to clearly see Luo Ling's focused expression and reddish face. She looked away from him intently. As his gaze continued to approach, her eyes kept wandering until he completely annoyed her, causing her to retaliate with her burning eyes. The two people stared at each other, walking slower and slower, until someone bumped into them from behind.

"Disgusting!" Luo Ling rubbed her shoulders.

Xiao Chen took the opportunity to put his hands on her and rubbed her a few times, then held her in his arms and never let go.

There was singing in the distance, distant at first, but soon resounding in all directions.

People around them also began to sing. At first it was a few people singing softly, then many people sang in a rumbling chorus, and finally the singing became warm and cheerful, and almost everyone sang along.

The procession marched to the broad road near the market. The procession was no longer so crowded, and many people had begun to dance in circles inspired by the singing.

For a moment, it was like a golden river appeared on the blue earth, with surging tides and endless waves.

Seeing the people around him dancing with laughter, even Xiao Chen, who had no interest in dancing, felt eager to give it a try.

Luo Ling pushed her away and started spinning like the others. She held the leather lamp in one hand and stretched the other hand naturally, like a flower swirling in the wind. The golden leather lamp draws spiral lines of light in the air, just like lining a flower with a golden edge.

Every time she turned to Xiao Chen, she would look at him, her eyes touching and then separating. The emotions in his eyes made Xiao Chen unable to help but want to rotate with her, like a set of twin stars surrounding each other.

He couldn't help but remember the way she danced in front of the bonfire when he and she passed through Phoenix Village for the first time. That time he was just a spectator in the shadows, but this time he wished he was standing with her.

Xiao Chen mustered up his courage and took his own dance steps. Luo Ling reached out and led him into her rhythm.

Spin, spin, dance, dance.

It turned out that taking a step and dancing was such a simple thing. It was like returning to childhood, letting go of his emotions. The difference was that she was in front of him. At this moment, all his dance steps were moved by her, and all his emotions were led by her.

He wandered in the world of glittering lights, as if everything around him had turned into a mottled background, and she was the only real person in the whole world.

…

After dancing for an unknown period of time, he heard a voice.

“Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen!” He thought it was Luo Ling calling him, but he found that Luo Ling was still happily dancing with him, and that voice came from the depths of his mind.

“Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen! I am Tasia! Your, your world is wrong!” He finally realized that the voice came from his own meditation space.

He separated a trace of his consciousness and entered the meditation space, only to see that the outer world representing the subconscious was in violent turmoil. The dark clouds in the sky were rolling violently, as if there was some monster hidden inside. The huge waves on the sea were more than twice as high as usual, even crossing the boundary of the usually calm sea area and pushing Tasya's boat to a height of more than ten stories.