After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

Ye Xunqing was born after midnight, so strictly speaking his birthday was not the Lantern Festival. However, in order to bring good luck, his father set his birthday on the Lantern Festival.

Although Yang Qin and the others knew it, they still regarded this day as Ye Xunqing's birthday.

After Yang Shu died, Yang Qin no longer cared about the two brothers, and naturally would not hold a big birthday party for them. She just cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for them every year.

Feng Jingheng pulled Ye Xunqing out of the village. Today was the Lantern Festival and every household had lit lanterns, so it didn't feel dark when walking on the road.

"I was planning to show it to you tomorrow, but now you seem like you can't wait?" Feng Jingheng said with a smile.

Ye Xunqing felt a little regretful, "How about we wait and see tomorrow?"

Feng Jingheng shook his head, "No, you already know, so there's no surprise."

Ye Xunqing originally thought that Feng Jingheng was a dullard, but from now on, Feng Jingheng also understood romance.

There is a small forest outside the village. The trees are very short and have no leaves in winter. The bare ground does not look very nice.

This is where Feng Jingheng wants to take Ye Xunqing.

The short trees are hung with small lanterns, some in the shape of lotus, some in the shape of rabbit, and some in the shape of hexagon and octagon.

They come in different colors, including blue, green and red.

It's just not lit yet, so I can't see the color.

Ye Xunqing saw the outline of the lantern on the tree and felt both surprised and delighted.

"Aheng, is this what you prepared for me?" Ye Xunqing asked happily.

Feng Jingheng is an honest child and says whatever he thinks.

"Not entirely. I made the ugly lanterns, and I asked a bamboo craftsman to make the pretty ones." Feng Jingheng replied, "I didn't hang these lanterns up by myself. Xiao Yan, Xiao Bai and the others helped."

Ye Xunqing automatically ignored the offers of help from others. He only asked one question: "Is this what you wanted?"

Feng Jingheng nodded. "I know you like beautiful things, but I can't give you expensive ones. I can only give you some lanterns."

Ye Xunqing felt a lump in his throat and almost cried.

The value of a gift is not about price, but about friendship.

"Do you want to light them up?" Feng Jingheng said, "There are many colors, they will definitely be very beautiful."

Ye Xunqing asked him: "What do you want to use?"

If there were colored lights installed here, you would just have to press the switch, but these are candles, which are not easy to light.

In the days before matches and lighters were invented, people used flint to light fires, which was very inefficient and there was no open flame.

Most villagers keep a fire when cooking. They use the stove to smolder the firewood at night, and then use the fire core to light the straw the next morning.

"Use this." Feng Jingheng took out something that looked like a bamboo tube. "This is a fire starter. Uncle Xie gave it to me. He said it can be used to light a fire."

Ye Xunqing had only seen fire sticks on TV, but had never seen one in real life.

Feng Jingheng pulled out the plug and blew for a while, and the fire starter filled with combustible material began to emit a bright flame.

The weather was cold, but Ye Xunqing's heart was warm.

On this cold day, he suddenly thought of the little match girl.

The little match girl lost her grandmother, the only one who loved her, and Ye Xunqing also lost his family.

But the difference is that the little girl lost her life, while Ye Xunqing met someone who loved him.

"Can you light the lantern with me?" Ye Xunqing held the tinder and placed the flame between them.

Feng Jingheng said, "You order it, it looks quite interesting."

Ye Xunqing held his hand and said, "No, let's light them together. Every year from now on, we will light lanterns together."

Feng Jingheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said, "Promise me that we must be together."

Ye Xunqing didn't understand why he said that, but since Feng Jingheng mentioned it, he agreed, "Of course, we will live to be a hundred years old together."

Feng Jingheng smiled, "Then I will definitely die before you."

"No, I'll die if you die." Ye Xunqing suddenly felt a little melancholy. Would he be able to meet Feng Jingheng again in his next life? Would he be able to go home after death?

Feng Jingheng didn't continue.

They used tinder to light the lanterns on the small tree, and the bare small tree turned into a glowing lantern tree, just like the Christmas tree that foreigners use during Christmas.

But their lanterns are much more beautiful than the small Christmas tree lights.

"You can take them all down." Feng Jingheng took down a lotus lantern. "The lotus lantern you want."

Ye Xunqing likes this lotus lantern very much. Although it is made of paper, it is very delicate and the top is dyed rose red. I don’t know what it is dyed with.

Ye Xunqing spun around holding the lantern, "Ah Heng, look at it, it's so bright!"

Feng Jingheng said: "Don't turn it badly, be careful not to get blown out by the wind."

Ye Xunqing scolded, "Don't say anything that will spoil the fun."

I won’t talk about Feng Jingheng.

He took out an octagonal lantern with words written on it. They were written for him by Ye Xunbai.

"Aqing, this is the lantern Xiaobai made for you." Feng Jingheng held the lantern in front of Ye Xunqing.

After seeing the blessings above, Ye Xunqing felt mixed emotions.

It's okay, there are many people who love him here.

The candles on the tree have burned out and the moon in the sky is setting.

Ye Xunqing couldn't believe that he had been playing with lanterns here for so long. If it were any other time, he would have gone back to sleep long ago.

"It should be past midnight now, so, my Ah Qing, happy birthday." Feng Jingheng held his hands and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

Ye Xunqing finally couldn't help crying, "Ah Heng..."

He jumped up and jumped onto Feng Jingheng, "Ah Heng, I love you so much..."

Feng Jingheng hugged him tightly, "I love you too."

It’s too late and they haven’t taken the lanterns down from the trees. We can pick them up tomorrow morning.

Feng Jingheng carried Ye Xunqing back, and the two talked about today's lanterns and the future, as if they were not afraid of anything as long as they were together.

Ye Xunqing used to be afraid of death. Although he often told his parents that he was not afraid of death, he was still afraid of death.

No one is not afraid of death, not even those who are not afraid of death.

"Ah Heng, it would be great if people could live forever..."

Ye Xunqing was already sleepy. He lay on Feng Jingheng's shoulder and muttered to himself.

"That's silly. How could anyone not die?"

Ye Xunqing replied: "Can't it exist in the form of soul? That way, no one would have to die."

Feng Jingheng didn't understand, but he still agreed, "Yeah, Ah Qing is right."

Ye Xunqing was sleepy and had already fallen asleep.

In a dream, you might dream of a grand birthday party.

Unfortunately, Ye Xunqing didn’t dream of anything. He fell asleep and woke up again.

"Ha..." Ye Xunqing yawned and suddenly felt something in his hand.

Looking closely, it was a new silver ring.

The ring is made rather roughly, and it is obvious that it was made by a novice.

Ye Xunqing kissed the ring, "Ah Heng."