Crane Ling Yinbian

Chapter 11

The Lishen Festival is a day for farmers to pray for good weather for the year in spring.

Both sides of the long street are lined with various stalls. Yu Yang bought half a pair of witchcraft masks on the side of the street and wore them. He used spells to cover up the original color of the red pupils. He was dressed in black and looked cool and cool. handsome.Xiao Quehong also wanted to do this dress up, but his aura was not in place. Instead, he seemed to be imitating Dong Shi. He could only hang the mask around his neck unconvinced, holding two bunches of candied haws in his left hand, and a bowl of tofu nao in his right. With a small windmill pinned to it, if Yu Yang hadn't been holding him by the collar all the way, he might have gone wild by now.

He wanted to watch the monkey show, but after seeing it, he thought it was pitiful that the monkey was full of scars, so he begged Yu Yang to secretly cast a spell to heal the monkey's wounds.

There are acrobatic performances and you have to squeeze in to join in the fun. He is short and can't be seen once he gets into the crowd. Yu Yang has a headache now and brought him out.Some little girls also like to watch acrobatics, so they can only see it when they are hugged by their father and brother. Xiao Quehong naturally saw it too. He raised his head and measured Yu Yang's height, thinking that if he was hugged like this...

no no no!stop!Thinking of that scene, Xiao Quehong was shocked like an electric shock, feeling ashamed and ashamed!

Yu Yang looked down at him. Although this little bird man was short, he was not bad looking.A thin neck is bent, revealing a defenseless neck, and pink earlobes.When he looked up at people, his eyes were wide open, and he would often say some silly words to make people dumbfounded.

"Hello! Yu Yang? Yu Yang!"

Yu Yang came back to his senses: "What's the matter? Don't watch it?"

Xiao Quehong looked at the wall of people in front of her in despair: "What are you looking at, I can't see anything."

Yu Yang looked at the little girl who was carried high on his shoulders in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Do you want to hug her?"

"No!" Xiao Quehong bounced away from him, like a frightened grasshopper: "No way!"

His movements were too big, and when he landed, the flesh on his face trembled, like tofu. Yu Yang unconsciously twisted his fingers again, and said, "Let's go, there is still fun ahead."

What he was talking about was a small archery game, where the arrows landed on the corresponding numbers, and they could get some small rewards.What Xiao Quehong envied the most was a live rabbit, white and soft, easy to touch just by looking at it.

He borrowed money from Yu Yang, but he shot there ten times and failed.Yu Yang stood aside with his hands behind his back, as if strangers should not approach him.

The rabbit was locked in a straw cage, gnawing on a cabbage leaf.After shooting the last bamboo arrow in her hand, Xiaoquehong finally made up her mind and moved towards Yu Yang in small steps, squatting at his feet and tugging at his trouser legs: "Yu Yang, do you want that little rabbit?"

Yu Yang said, "I don't want to."

Xiao Quehong choked for a moment: "But look at it, it's small and pitiful, and its eyes are still red, just like you..."

Yu Yang was speechless, looking down at him, Xiao Quehong blinked her eyes vigorously, and looked at him expectantly: "Don't you think so?"

The rabbit gnawed on the grass obediently, its cheeks were agitating intensively, Yu Yang felt more like another person with a soft face.

His heart moved, and he said, "Arrow."

Xiao Quehong hurriedly bought ten more bamboo arrows from the vendor, and handed them all to him: "It's the one in the upper left corner!"

When leaving, Xiao Quehong not only took away the rabbit, but also took away a turtle, cricket, and even a little flower snake.He couldn't hold the cage with his hands full, so he had to take his own snacks, take a few steps to look at the rabbit, and stuff an osmanthus cake into his mouth by the way.The difficulty of the action is comparable to acrobatics.

Yu Yang couldn't stand it anymore, and helped him take over the cages that were about to bury him, Xiao Quehong smiled at him shyly, her eyes nearly narrowed into a line.Unexpectedly, the joy turned into sorrow, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake got stuck in his throat before he swallowed it, causing him to roll his eyes.

In the end, he drank the half pot of fruit wine that Yu Yang was carrying in his hand before finally recovering.

This half jug of fruit wine was also bought when he was greedy.

He was choked to tears, and wiped his mouth in embarrassment: "I almost choked to death!" To vent his anger, he threw all the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in his hand to the rabbit, and took another sip while holding the flagon.

"Hi." He also burped.

His appearance is really itchy.People on the street were afraid of bumping into him, so Yu Yang took his arm to let him in: "Drink less."

Xiaoquehong said: "What are you afraid of, fruit wine won't make you drunk, hiccup."

After half an hour.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my head"" Xiaoquehong held Yu Yang's arm and looked around for his 'head'. He cried loudly, but there was no tear on his face. He just howled: "Help me find my head!"

Who was that person who swore that he would not get drunk just now?

Yu Yang couldn't help but want to laugh, and put his hand to support his head that was shaking around: "Your head is still there, why are you crying?"

Xiaoquehong suddenly stopped crying, grabbed his arm to stand firm, and poked his face with his hand unsteadily: "Are you laughing? Has your facial paralysis healed?"

"..." The corners of Yu Yang's mouth were stiff, and he said after a while, "It's cured."

But Xiao Quehong's attention was no longer on this. He let go of his hands and fell to the ground, crushing the clay figurine he bought just now: "Where's my head? I really can't find my head, woo Woo hoo."

After howling for a while, I suddenly thought of something: "Yu Yang!"

"Ok?"

"You must not tell my young master that I have been drinking, or I will lose my life."

"Well, don't say it."

Yu Yang squatted on the ground with him, relying on his drunkenness, finally began to pinch his face with confidence and boldness - it was soft, like dough, and could be pinched into any shape.Before the idiot could react, the flesh on his cheek was pinched into a ball, he pouted with a duck mouth, and was still muttering about looking for his head.

The aroma of fruit wine infiltrated his nostrils, and all he could see was his glistening and pink lips.Yu Yang unconsciously rubbed his delicate lips twice with his thumb, and the touch was better than that on his face.

"Have you found your head?" Yu Yang supported the back of his head.

"No woo-woo, hiccup."

"Would you like me to help you find it?"

"Okay, uh-"

Before the words fell, all the breath was eaten.There was heat on his lips, and then he was bitten lightly and softly, and the same soft lips were pressed against him. The attack was fierce, and he did not allow him to flinch in the slightest.The remaining aroma of wine in his mouth was completely swept away, making him dizzy from the kiss, and he was not let go until he was almost out of breath.

Under the moonlight, the man wearing a half-witch mask turned back into red pupils, half-kneeling, and asked him, "Have you found it now?"

Xiaoquehong didn't know what to say.It seemed that he had found it, but the feeling just now was so comfortable, he suddenly didn't want this head to be found.

In the end, he himself didn't know how to answer, so he jumped up and gnawed on Yu Yang's straight nose, and lied, "I haven't found it yet!"

Later, in his memory of that night, only a pair of deep red pupils and his painful and numb mouth remained.It seemed that he had many strange dreams, many small insects crawled on his body, his neck was so itchy, he begged Yu Yang to hug him, saying that he was going to be bitten to death by insects, but Yu Yang, with a paralyzed face, ignored him and just looked at him. Kiss on the mouth!

The paralyzed face also asked himself a lot of strange things, such as whether to marry him or not.

Xiao Quehong shook her head and said, "You are fierce, you are old, you still pluck my hair, and you want to smash me to death with things, don't marry me, don't marry me!"

He co-authored so many wooden clay figurines and small toys, and he only remembers these, right?

Yu Yang deliberately frightened him: "Then return the things I gave you."

"...I don't." Xiao Quehong struggled slightly in his arms, "Young Master said, getting married requires two people to like each other. Do you like me?"

His eyes were too clear and watery, staring straight at Yu Yang: "You stopped talking."

Yu Yang had nothing to do with him, and sighed: "Does this count as liking?" He leaned forward, sucked his lips slowly, "Does it count?"

Xiao Quehong was stunned, and Yu Yang kissed him: "Does it count?"

His expression was too serious, and Xiao Quehong fainted again: "No, I don't know."

Yu Yang rubbed his head, and changed the question: "Then the lotus festival the day after tomorrow, do you want to play?"

This question is much easier to answer, Xiao Quehong nodded like a pest: "Go!"

Forget it, with his stupid look, take it easy.

Yu Yang tidied up the odds and ends he bought with one hand, picked him up and carried him on his shoulder with the other, and walked back slowly under the moonlight.At the beginning, Xiao Quehong protested, saying that he treated himself like a sack, but after drinking, he fell asleep completely, and didn't remember how he was sent back. He just remembered holding his arm, which was very stable.

Later, the gadgets that Yu Yang gave him could fill up half the room, and Xiao Quehong finally knew the answer to that question.He himself was still a little awkward, so he had to force Yu Yang to admit that he cured his facial paralysis, so it was his 'benefactor'!It's cheap for him when you marry him!

Yu Yang squinted his eyes, and Xiao Quehong shrank his neck, listening to him say: "Yes, will benefactor agree to marry me?"

Xiao Quehong smiled triumphantly: "Then let's give you a little more advantage."

Because of the phrase "benevolence", he was bullied on the wedding night, and never dared to call himself "benefactor".