Is the beginning of a catastrophe? The little farm cook is raising a family with a full warehouse.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and a few naughty children chased the falling petals, almost knocking over the carrying pole of a man selling crisp pears.

Cheng Yuntao was also shocked by the grand scene before her. She couldn't help but open her mouth wide. She took Jiang Yu's hand and said excitedly, "I haven't seen such a lively scene in the past. Today is really an eye-opener!"

"Hey! Let's go release river lanterns together!" After the parade team walked away, Cheng Yuntao found something interesting again and pulled Jiang Yu towards the moat.

Jiang Yu had a gentle smile on his lips. He held Cheng Yuntao's hand, his eyes full of unconcealable doting, and said softly, "Okay, wherever you want to go, I'll go with you."

Along the way, there were crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, all of whom were heading to the river bank to release river lanterns like them.

Everyone held a lotus lantern in their hands, with petals stacked layer upon layer, just like a real lotus in bloom. The edge of the lantern was inlaid with fine gold edges, flickering in the moonlight, and the flickering candlelight at the wick reflected people's expectant faces.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuntao stopped in front of a nearby stall and carefully selected two lotus lanterns.

The stall owner handed her an ink-soaked brush and said with a smile, "Girl, you can write your wishes on the petals of this lotus lantern. The flowing river will carry your wishes to distant places."

"Really? Then I have to write it carefully!" Cheng Yuntao wrote down her wish on the petals carefully with some anticipation.

After Jiang Yu finished writing, he looked up at her: "Yun Tao, what wish did you make?"

Cheng Yuntao blinked and said playfully, "You can't speak your wishes out loud. If you do, they won't work."

"Okay." Jiang Yu smiled after hearing this and did not ask any further questions.

The two continued walking side by side, and soon they arrived at the river.

Willows on both sides of the river are like smoke, and their green ribbons gently brush the water surface, just like a beautiful woman plucking the strings of a musical instrument with her bare hands. The water mist is wrapped with the warm fragrance of candles and pine resin, which makes people's brows relax. The noise of the market is faintly heard in the distance, but here only the sound of waves kissing the shore can be heard.

The two of them squatted down with their blue shirts and plain skirts overlapping. When their fingertips touched the water surface, ripples were caused. The white silk lotus lanterns floated with the waves, gradually merging with thousands of bright lights to form a falling starry river.

The lights reflected on the water surface, making it look like golden fragments dancing. Suddenly, a fish swam its tail, shattering the light and shadow, which instantly scattered into stars all over the river. The ink on the lantern paper was also blown away by the river breeze and disappeared into the reflected moon.

Suddenly, fireworks rose in the distance, and with a few "bangs", the sky was filled with colorful fireworks. The people around me looked up and exclaimed.

When the golden-red fireball bloomed hundreds of feet in the sky, the lanterns on the street were eclipsed. Thousands of streams of fire outlined the eighteen-petaled double peony, and blue-purple light rain hung from the end of each petal.

A little girl in a floral jacket ran towards the bridge, clutching a sugar painting, the sugar threads stuck to her father's cuffs, and her mother's laughter and scolding behind her mingled with the noisy crowd; a baby was startled and cried, but was immediately held high up by his father, tears still hanging on his cheeks, but his eyes were already lit up by the golden rain; the guy in the street corner stall was busy sweating, his hands still stained with oil, but he couldn't help but straighten up and glance towards the fireworks, his eyes full of wonder at the lively scene.

When Cheng Yuntao raised her head, a cluster of green fireworks exploded in the sky. The light and shadow of thousands of fluttering jade butterflies fell into her eyes, turning her amber pupils into flowing glass cups.

"Look there—" She grabbed Jiang Yu's sleeve, her fingertips slightly chilled by the night breeze, "How beautiful!"

Jiang Yu looked in the direction the sound came from. The exploding fireworks created a large mass of light purple haze in the clouds. But at the same time, the sweet scent of osmanthus flowers on Cheng Yuntao's hair was surging in the night wind. Her exclamations for each changing firework were accompanied by a sweet ending, burning his eardrums more than any sparks.

A drizzle began to fall as the second wave of fireworks soared into the sky. Cheng Yuntao leaned forward without noticing, and a few strands of her hair were stuck to her cheeks by the rain. Jiang Yu raised his hand to brush them away for her, but the orange-red flames just happened to shatter into gold powder on her eyelashes.

At this moment, Jiang Yu suddenly remembered the allusion of "looking at the beauty under the lamp" in ancient books - it turns out that no matter how gorgeous the sky is, it is ultimately just a stream of light in the corner of a beauty's eyes.

"actually……"

As the indigo and cherry-pink fireworks cast their reflections on the water, Jiang Yu finally spoke: "You are more beautiful than the colorful sky."

"what?"

Perhaps because the surrounding environment was too noisy, Cheng Yuntao did not hear clearly what Jiang Yu said for a moment.

The moment she turned her head, the night wind blew past with the scent of damp grass and trees, and there were still tiny raindrops on the tip of her nose, but the galaxy in her eyes was brighter than the dome.

Jiang Yu leaned closer, his eyes locked on Cheng Yuntao. His voice was low but clear, each word shrouded in endless tenderness: "I say, you are more beautiful than the colorful sky."

The last note fell into sudden silence, the last spark was lost in the night mist, but the copper bell on the eaves began to tinkle, and tiny water droplets on the hair rolled down, like a glass of moonlight wine being overturned.

Cheng Yuntao only felt that her heartbeat inexplicably quickened by several beats.

As the sound of bangzi (a type of Chinese musical instrument) at midnight pierced the streets filled with laughter, a hundred Kongming lanterns suddenly rose into the sky. Prayers inscribed in cinnabar flickered in the night sky like embers swept up by the wind after falling stars. The brightest lantern featured a painting of Chang'e, her sleeves gleaming with gold thread as the heat flowed, as if she were actually about to soar to the Moon Palace.

The night watchman looked up and even forgot to strike the gong a second time.

"It's raining, let's go home."

Jiang Yu looked at Cheng Yuntao's cute dazed look and couldn't help but smiled. He stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers passed through Cheng Yuntao's fingers, tightly clasping her hand. His palm was dry and warm.

"Yeah." Cheng Yuntao responded softly, with a hint of shyness still in her voice.

She let Jiang Yu hold her hand, and her steps unconsciously followed his rhythm. The two walked side by side, their shadows stretched out and overlapped in the light of the lanterns along the street.

The drizzle was like silk, falling down in large quantities, wetting their hair and shoulders. Cheng Yuntao raised her head slightly, watching the fine raindrops sparkling with crystal light under the dim light.

It was late at night. The evening breeze, carrying a damp air, blew in waves, bringing a hint of chill. Cheng Yuntao couldn't help but shiver slightly and subconsciously leaned towards Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu noticed her movements, tilted his head slightly, and asked with concern: "Are you cold?"

Cheng Yuntao quickly shook her head, her slender fingers tightly grasping his hand, and whispered, "It's okay, it's just a drizzle, we just need to go back quickly."

"Okay, walk faster."

The two of them quickened their pace and hurried home.

Soon, the familiar house appeared in front of them. Jiang Yu walked quickly forward, raised his hand to push open the gate, and the two hurried into the yard.

Jiang Yu pulled Cheng Yuntao straight to the eaves. As soon as he stopped, he quickly turned around, gently put his hands on Cheng Yuntao's shoulders, looked at her carefully, his eyes full of heartache.

"Go in quickly and change into dry clothes, don't catch a cold." As he said this, he gently brushed the hair off Cheng Yuntao's cheek. When his fingertips touched her cold skin, his brows couldn't help but frown even more tightly.