I'm the villain's mother.

Mu Wanwan reached out to take it, and slowly packed it into her clothes.

"Thank you mother-in-law."

The old woman waved her hand: "There is nothing to thank, you should hurry up and see if your husband is awake. This is why the colored rope will not work if it is not hung on the Moon Lao Festival."

Mu Wanwan nodded and walked into the room.

Opening the window with a bamboo prop, she let the bright sunlight shine into the room. When she looked over her head, she could just see the little unknown flowers beside the fence that she mended that day, swaying in the wind.

For a moment, the room was filled with tranquility and peace, she slowly sat down beside the bed, and took Feng Yuan's hand.

"I see that the red light on your wrist is gradually disappearing, are you waking up soon?"

"The sunshine outside the window today is exceptionally good, with some breeze. This is the weather I love the most."

"By the way, do you know what I brought you?"

As she said that, Mu Wanwan put the ginkgo leaf bouquet in her hand beside Feng Yuan.

"When I saw my mother-in-law doing it, I thought it was very simple. But when it's my turn, I did it loosely. If you were awake, you would probably sigh at my craftsmanship, but you can't sigh now."

"Of course, I'll put it in front of you. If you wake up early, you can see it. If you wake up late, I'll throw it away."

Xu got up too early today, Mu Wanwan yawned when she said this.

She sat by the bed and slowly let go of Feng Yuan's hand.

"My mother-in-law said that this ginkgo leaf can bless lovers for a long time. She wants to tie Ah Weng to the next life. I don't have extravagant hopes for the next life. After all, I don't know if there will be one. Even if there is, I don't want it. So, just stay with me for the rest of your life, and live well with me, it's best if we both die."

The voice of speaking is getting smaller and smaller, not to mention whether it can be heard clearly from outside, even Feng Yuan can hardly hear it.

After a while, Mu Wanwan's steady breathing could be heard, and it was at this moment that Feng Yuan moved his fingers lightly.

Feng Yuan didn't wake up, Mu Wanwan always went to feed the chickens and ducks when the sun was at its peak, and after feeding, she found a place under the eaves and leaned against the pillar with a stool, feeling the warmth of the sun and the harvest of rice in the air. Afterwards, the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with rust.

Time passed so quickly, and the villagers of Suihua Village also made preparations for their Moon Lao Festival.The street market was really bustling, and small stalls that usually didn't exist at all were set up.

This is what Mu Wanwan saw during the day. It is said that the Moon Festival is really exciting at night.

"Your husband is still awake?"

Mu Wanwan was standing under the Old Moon Tree, lost in thought, watching the ribbons fluttering on the tree.She slowly aimed her head, and saw Lao Yu looking at her kindly.

"No, but he will always wake up, even if he can't catch up, it doesn't matter, I always have a way to make him and me last for a long time."

The old woman sighed as she saw the paranoia that flickered in Mu Wanwan's eyes.

"Although your idea is good, it is no match for four words. Good luck tricks people. How many people who want to change their fate against the sky will succeed in the end? The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings. Sometimes you really have to learn to let go. "

When the old woman said this, it was as if she was telling Mu Wanwan her own experience.

When Mu Wanwan turned to look at her, he had the same expression as before, and shouted towards the road: "Here, after so many years, I still can't even recognize the road, what will you do without me?"

The old man walked up to him, smiled and took the old woman's hand: "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else."

The old woman looked back at Mu Wanwan, Mu Wanwan smiled and nodded: "Go, I'll just walk around."

After the old woman left, Mu Wanwan wandered around under the tree, there were stalls selling silver jewelry, and there were stalls selling food, she wandered among them, and took the ones she liked when she saw them.

Going around the Yuelao tree and coming to the hillside on the other side, you can see boys and girls watching coming and going, dancing happily, and sometimes pulling passers-by.

When Mu Wanwan passed by, she was dragged and danced for a while, and when she found a gap and sneaked down, there was a young man beside her who started joking with her.

After Mu Wanwan dealt with it a few times, she found a relatively quiet place not far from here, and sat down.

Spread out the food I bought, and watch while eating.

Although she gradually couldn't remember the last time she was so cheerful, without any burden, to do something that made her feel happy, when was the last time.

But looking at this person dancing his body to his heart's content, she seemed to be able to find some of the feelings from that time.

It's just that she couldn't fit in anymore.

So, she chose to watch from a distance.

The sound of gongs and drums here gradually diminished, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

The people who just danced together walked down the mountain in pairs of threes and twos.

When the crowd had almost dispersed, Mu Wanwan heard the commotion at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting late. Standing on a high place, looking down, there were little sparks beside the old moon tree.

The closer she got, the more obvious it became.

There are the crackling of fireworks, the cries of hawkers, and the sound of storytelling.

She squeezed towards the crowd.

The sudden sound of the gong seemed to pierce the eardrums, but there were still many people who wanted to squeeze in. During this period, Mu Wanwan avoided at least a hundred people who would only step on her shoes.

"Here we come, the dragon dancer is here."

I saw a person wearing bright yellow clothes, holding a wooden stick with a ball-shaped object in his hand.As the drum beat, the man moved slowly, and Mu Wanwan felt that her ears were going to go deaf.

Turning his head to look, he saw the dragon head jumping out from the crowd again.

She was so dazed that someone stepped on her foot.

Mu Wanwan smiled helplessly, stepped back slowly, bent down and patted the dust on her shoes.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gone out in white shoes."

As soon as he finished muttering, he was hit by someone and almost fell.

Mu Wanwan straightened up slowly, the man looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mu Wanwan said helplessly: "It's okay, I dare to ask, brother, where are you going in such a hurry?"

The man slapped the fan in his hand, and Mu Wanwan quietly took half a step back.

It was really cold, and Mu Wanwan had removed the protective barrier, so her perception of the outside world became more acute.

Looking at the man who was still fanning, she couldn't help feeling that she was still too weak, not even as good as a mortal.

"It's the rich man of our village, and his son is throwing hydrangea tonight."

Mu Wanwan was taken aback: "The man is throwing the hydrangea, why are you in such a hurry?"

The man smiled even brighter: "Have fun, if you really receive it, then won't his family's property be divided into half of me?"

Mu Wanwan nodded: "Brother Tai is right."

The man smiled, closed his fan slowly, and ran in that direction again.

Mu Wanwan looked up at the bright moon tree, and decided to join in the fun.

If you come out alone, of course you have to watch other people's excitement.