Chapter 33 night of fireworks

The last firework opened four dazzling characters in the dark sky: "Happy Chinese New Year!" The brilliant brilliance illuminated the upturned faces in the darkness, and beautiful and festive expressions appeared on those ordinary faces. The fireworks display on New Year's Eve ended like this. The new year is coming soon. The people watching the fireworks lowered their heads that had been raised for a long time and continued to walk their own way. In the middle of the night on New Year's Eve, people are on their way home. The crowd dispersed, and the water park, which was full of people, became silent in an instant.

There are many tall old trees planted in the silent water park. There are many red lanterns hanging on the tall old trees. When the breeze blows, these beautiful red lanterns sing in unison. The song of the red lantern is a gentle song, a song that makes one's heart soft, and a song that makes one's eyes moist. The song of the red lantern is a song that cannot be recorded.Even with the best recording equipment, it is impossible to record these songs and play them on radio and television. Therefore, although the song of the Red Lantern is extremely beautiful, it has never been popular, and it will never become popular, and even very few people have ever heard it.

Therefore, when the young poet sitting under the Nanyang jacaranda heard the gentle singing, he felt very strange. Is it my hallucination? "no." Ah, not hallucinations.So who is singing? "Isn't it the red lantern on the big tree?" It turned out to be a red lantern.Why do red lanterns sing? "Hehe, Red Lantern is in love." The red lantern is also in love, who is in love with whom? "Hehe, who knows, that's his privacy!" "Such a few broken red lanterns will have privacy?" The poet laughed loudly unconsciously. "Of course, everyone has privacy."

Ahh, someone is talking to me, who is it? The poet looks around, where is the shadow of anyone? "Who is it?" He stood up and asked loudly. Sissy... Only snickering was heard, and no one answered it. "Red lantern, is that you?" He raised his head and spoke to the red-faced little lantern. chug chug... Red Lantern laughed like a child, it was the voice of a group of boys. It's not a red lantern, and the sound doesn't sound like it. "Little Ye Zi, is that you?" He raised his head and spoke to the feathery little Ye Zi. Hahaha…… Xiao Yezi laughed mischievously, it was the voices of many little girls.

It must not be Xiao Yezi, the sound is not like it. It must have been a girl who spoke to him just now.Her voice is very nice, just like the former lover - the enthusiastic and naughty girl who refused to be his wife.What did she say before— "It's exhausting to be a poet's wife," she said, and she left him, never to see him, never to write to him again. Oh, I really want to see her again, I really want to walk home with her holding hands like before. "It's so late, why are you still here? Let's go back!" Sure enough, it was her, wearing a shining blue dress, walking out from the shadow of the tree.

Ahhh, still as naughty as ever.It turns out that she has been watching me here. "I didn't expect it. Is it really you? It's really you!" The poet rubbed his eyes and happily held the girl's hand. Ah, her hands are hot. They held hands and walked home step by step along the familiar road. "I can't believe it, is it really you?" "In this life, I just want to be with you, even if it's just for a moment." The girl said softly, as if reciting a poem, and then stopped talking. The poet looked at her, and her eyes were shining with a moving expression.Compared with two years ago, her face is more beautiful.

The two walked and walked until they reached the end of the street.Turning to another road, the poet was surprised to find that the girl's skirt had turned into a kind of shining purple. "Your dress is very beautiful! But, just now, it seemed to be blue." "That's because of the lights." Indeed, this is a road full of street lights. The girl smiled brightly. "Your smile is like fireworks -- so beautiful and so short." The poet held her hand tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear in an instant. "Yeah, how wonderful! Even if you use all the prosperous and beautiful words in the world, you can't describe it. This moment comes and disappears immediately..." The girl said emotionally.The poet felt that every word she said was like a poem and a dream.

Accompanied by them, they walked to the end of the street.The moment she stepped into another path, the girl's skirt turned golden strangely. The bell of the new year is ringing. "The new year is here, let's start over!" The poet said earnestly. The girl didn't answer, but took his hand and ran quickly. However, she gradually disappeared, like a piece of sunlight melting into ice. "I kept running, I just wanted to save time, but I didn't expect that I was going to die..." When the poet returned home, he opened the door and found the girl standing at his desk.This time, her dress was white.

"Ah, you are not her, who are you?" "Yes, it's not her, we are sisters of fireworks! The sisters have already returned to the kingdom of nothingness, and I will go back soon." "Ah, that's right. But why do you want to be like her?" The girl smiled at her, her white smiling face was like a flowering epiphyllum. "Yeah, why? Don't you like it? I'm leaving, you can remember, it's better to forget..." The girl flew out of the window, and her shining white dress flew gracefully under the starry sky, like a dazzling shooting star.