Novel Full Chapter 309
Lin Feilu laughed until her stomach hurt, but in the end, she only wanted the lantern with the Chang Er patterns on it. People were surrounding that stall, so when she turned around, she subconsciously pulled his hand in an attempt not to be dragged away by the crowd. When her fingers touched his well-sculpted wrist, she suddenly remembered that contact between males and females was very strict in ancient times.
However, she had already pulled onto him though. Truthfully, she was apprehensive about being separated from him by the flow of the crowd, so she turned her head and asked solemnly, “Your High… Little Song, do you mind if I hold onto your hand?”
Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows under the mask, “Little Song?”
Lin Feilu, “Oh, it seems that you mind me calling you Little Song more than the fact that I’m holding your hand.”
Song Jinglan replied, “Mm.”
Lin Feilu, “Little Song, Little Song, Little Song!”
Looking through the eyeholes of the mask, his eyes seemed to bear a much deeper emotion than they did before. After looking at each other for a moment, he smiled, “Little Lu, you can call me whatever you want.”
Lin Feilu couldn’t deal with him anymore; the charm was too immense!
Crossing the street, there was a moat in front of the river. The willows stood proudly beside the river, decorating the small arch bridge. The river was full of lotus lanterns at this time as many men and women were squatting by the river to set the lanterns off.
Lin Feilu also pulled Song Jinglan closer and urged him to take out the two lanterns that she had made.
Compared with the works of professional artisans, the two lotus lanterns that she made appeared to be very crude. Lin Feilu felt that the lanterns would sink as soon as they were set off. She originally wanted to buy two new ones, but Song Jinglan had already borrowed a pen and paper from the vendor next to him and wrote his wish before placing it in the wick.
Song Jinglan turned his head and saw the girl closing her eyes as she made a wish with her hands clasped together.
When she opened her eyes, he asked in a low voice, “What did Little Lu wish for?”
Lin Feilu said, “What else can I wish for at the Qiqiao Festival?”
Song Jinglan looked at her quietly for a long time before smiling slightly, “Is that so?”
Although it was a question, there wasn’t a questioning tone to his statement(2).
(T/N: The Qiqiao Festival is celebrated based on a legend. It is the love between a mortal and a goddess, so an impossible relationship. Moved by their dedication to each other, the Heavens allowed them to meet on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month annually, the day of Qiqiao. The people celebrated romance and relationships that day, so I’m guessing that the ‘wish’ is something similar)
The crowd next to him began to rush forward, “The Qi Tian lanterns are about to set off!”
Lin Feilu grabbed his wrist, “Quick, quick, let’s get a good spot!”
Song Jinglan lowered his gaze and was pulled forward by her. But as there were too many people rushing over from all directions, the surroundings were already thronged with many people.
Lin Feilu accidentally stepped on the feet of a bulky man next to her as the man turned his head and yelled at her fiercely, “Do you not have eyes? You’re asking for death!”
Before she could even retort back, she was grasped into an embrace by the same arm that she held. Her head was buried against the frame of a chest by the light force of the pull. However, when that happened, she felt as if the suffocating crowd around them had dissipated as they continued walking. The bulky man who yelled at her was pressing forward with the crowd when suddenly his legs and knees hurt excruciatingly as if a knife had stabbed him there. With a pained cry, he instantly got on his knees in agony.