He didn't dare to recall Taiyi too much.

I only dared to think about it for a short time, and immediately used other things to force thoughts. only dared to be so... so cowardly, accidentally recalled three or two interesting things, and at that moment, relived the joy at that time. Then, before the subsequent pain had to rush forward, he hurriedly fled.

Look at the water pattern, look at the wind lamp, look at the moonlight.

Let all the changing things suck your attention.

It should be fine after a while.

Qiu Bodeng thought vaguely.

After a while, he should be able to recall it for a longer time... After a while, he should be able to take the initiative to recall... He still can't accept Taiyi's ending, and he can't even think about it. contributed to their death. His memory is a dusty shadow play, and he is slowly, bit by bit, getting used to it and accepting it.

It may take a long time, but the day comes when all the dust is wiped away. On that day, he will be able to calmly put the eighteen years of Dongzhou's bright years in the bottom of his heart.

Forget about worry, forget about worry, forget about worry.

But Chou thin lamp does not want to forget.

Life and death have gone through, there is too much time for "Shenjun", but for "Chou Bodeng" and "Little Master", only the short eighteen years - the carefree eighteen years year. A group of people knew that they were powerless, but they did not hesitate to support him for 18 years.

Will be fine.

It will slowly be remembered.

Qiu Bodeng held the scroll and turned to look at the oranges that Aruo was going to use to make crab-stuffed oranges. See him pick out a plump and round drunk orange, and use a knife to run a circle around the two fingers under the twig of the orange peel. The knife is very thin, and the blade is like a curved stream of water. Shi Wuluo moves lightly, as if a white practice is going around between his fingers.

Push and pick.

The top of the drunk orange revealed a perfect circle, revealing the orange petals wrapped in white coats and clustered together.

Bulky and kind of cute.

Qiu Bodeng rested his chin on the wooden bead at the top of the scroll, and his eyes stayed on the silver light jumping from Shi Wuluo's fingertips. Gradually, most of Qiu Bodeng's delicate face was buried, and his beautiful black pupils gradually became empty.

Suddenly, the hand was pulled over.

Qiu Bodeng woke up like a dream, only to feel that something was placed in his palm.

Look down.

It is a hollow carved orange lamp.

Shi Wuluo looked at him, his silver-gray eyes imprinted with the flickering light and shadow of the orange lamp, like the sun plated snow-capped mountains.

"Make a wish."

Chapter 180

Qiu Bo Deng held the orange lamp in a vain way, and his ten fingers were illuminated by the dim yellow light.

He tilted his head to look at Shi Wuluo.

did not speak.

After Shi Wuluo put the orange lamp in his hand, he didn't let go, but lightly pressed his finger, letting him hold the lamp in his hand... A long time ago, there were no stars in the sky, and it was pitch black. The goddess made many lanterns in the cloud and hung them one by one on the dark dome.

In the beginning, it was just that the emperor himself saw nothing in the sky, and felt a little too lonely.

Later, some lanterns were blown off by the wind and fell to the ground. The mortals who picked up the lantern imitated it and made all kinds of lamps.

Those lamps were put into the river, put into the wind, fluttered, and returned to the sky.

Divine Sovereign sat on the white cloud, stretched out his hand, gently scooped into the wind, and picked up one lantern after another.

At the bottom of the lantern hung a piece of paper full of words, some of which were old and vigorous, and some of which were still childish. Some old people rambled about how this year's harvest was, and some children innocently asked the gods in the clouds if they would like to see the peony blooms in Baihe... There are large and large areas, in all colors, but they are beautiful.

...what are you looking at?

Emperor Qing brought wine to look for the god, and saw that the cloud lanterns around him were piled up into a winding river of lights. He picked them up and looked at them.

The god-kun held up the clumsy paper. Show him: White River's peony blooms.

...what is this?

Qingdi frowned and muttered unhappily.

In his critical voice, Divine Sovereign put away all the notes hanging under the lantern one by one.

He accepted the invitation, walked down the clouds, went to see the colorful peony flowers on the Baihe River, and went to see the golden rice fields outside Luocheng. People built bonfires on the ridge, and beautiful girls held hands and danced around the bonfire. The god-monarch in white grinned at Yan Yan, and together with them, weaved lanterns one after another.

People on the ground are afraid of the loneliness of the gods in the sky, so they put up lights to adorn the night sky.

The God of heaven infected them with joy and answered their prayers.

The lantern became the medium of communication between man and god.

The "Ancient Stone Inscription" called it "Break the white bamboo and the lanterns, and the light will illuminate the up and down." But later, the scriptures were cut off, and the stone tablet was reminded. Water, the way to light up the sky, communicate with heaven and earth, and pray to heaven and earth.

As the years go by, the wish of lanterns has become a tradition.

People use bamboo strips, thin wood, and various materials to make all kinds of lamps. They put them into the river one by one and released them into the air, so as to convey their wishes to the heavens in the dark.

Seek blessing, seek peace, seek wealth, seek high power.

For thousands of years, Shi Wuluo has seen thousands of wishes.

He didn't achieve a single one.

He only felt sarcastic, only full of resentment... Put a few lights on, write a few words, and want to be blessed and happy. How can there be such a good thing? They even forgot what the real lanterns were up and down, and even who the god who would pick up the sky lanterns carefully was, how could they dare to pray to him?

In this world, he just wants to fulfill one person's wish.