Although Qingtian still felt it was too expensive, Qin Hexuan thought the price was about right, so he signaled his servants to pay for it, took the rabbit lamp and put it in Qingtian's hand.
Although the price of this lantern is still a bit high, it is already acceptable since it is the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Moreover, this rabbit lamp is different from other common patterns. Although it is not unique, it is also relatively rare.
Qingtian was happily looking around with the rabbit lantern in his hand, but as he walked deeper into the lantern market, he became more and more dazzled and had no time to look at the rabbit lanterns.
In addition to selling lanterns, there are also many people carrying baskets to sell food, setting up stalls to sell things, and performing arts.
Things like jumping on the white rope, somersaults, playing with flower sticks, standing on end, juggling diabolos, spinning tops, kicking shuttlecocks... it can be said that each has its own unique skills.
A few years ago, when Mrs. Ye participated in a cooking competition, she specially saved some chicken feathers and took them home to make a shuttlecock for Qingtian.
But Qingtian hasn’t really learned how to kick yet, and it’s considered a lot if he can kick two or three each time.
So when Qingtian saw someone performing shuttlecock kicking to make a living, his eyes were immediately glued to him.
"Brother Qin, let's watch shuttlecock kicking for a while!" Qingtian turned his head and begged.
"Okay!" Qin Hexuan held Qingtian in his arms, and the servants on both sides were responsible for clearing the way, protecting the two of them and they quickly walked to the front.
There is no one blocking the view in front, so I can see much more clearly next time.
At this time, the girl who was kicking shuttlecock in the middle of the field was about twelve or thirteen years old. She had two braids and was very flexible. The shuttlecock and her braids flew up and down together.
The chest, back, elbows, top of the head...any part of the body can make the shuttlecock fly again, drawing cheers from the onlookers.
Qingtian opened his eyes wide, and his little head swayed up and down and left and right following the shuttlecock, just like a cat seeing a flying insect.
Qin Hexuan wasn't interested in shuttlecock kicking. Most of his attention was on Qingtian. Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but ask with amusement, "Is it so beautiful?"
"Sister, you're so amazing!" Qingtian said with admiration, "Mom made me a shuttlecock, but I can't kick it well. The most I can do is kick three."
Qingtian said this, raising three white and tender fingers.
"You're still young, and your health isn't good." Qin Hexuan asked with concern, "Have you been taking your medicine regularly recently?"
When Qingtian heard about taking medicine, his face immediately turned bitter, but he still nodded and said, "I have it. Mom gives it to me every day!"
"I specifically asked someone to add more honey. It shouldn't be so bitter, right?" Qin Hexuan knew that Qingtian was afraid of bitterness, and he had told him so when he was making the medicine.
"It tastes both bitter and sweet, which is a weird taste." Qingtian pouted, "Anyway, I just don't like taking medicine."
"Take your medicine obediently and you'll get better. Then you'll have the strength to kick a lot of shuttlecocks in one go."
"Okay!" Qingtian sighed dejectedly, a rare gesture.
Qingtian knew that people needed to take medicine when they were sick, but she was not sick.
I don't feel uncomfortable and my forehead isn't hot, so why do I need to take medicine every day?
But both her parents and Brother Qin told her that she had to take the medicine obediently in order to get better, so she had no choice but to obey.
Qin Hexuan noticed that Qingtian was still somewhat reluctant to take medicine, and his mood was getting depressed. He quickly said, "Let's go ahead and take a look. There are quite a lot of people playing with flower sticks over there. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"Okay!" Qingtian nodded, and without any effort, he was quickly carried over.
Playing with flower sticks is also a kind of juggling. There are three two-foot-long sticks in total, one of which is beautifully decorated and is called a flower stick.
The performer holds two long sticks and hits different parts of the flower stick, throwing it high and low, making the flower stick rotate left and right and fly up and down.
People with good skills can also perform various different moves, which, combined with the sounds made by hitting the wooden sticks, are very lively and interesting.
Children's emotions come and go quickly, so Qingtian soon became happy and clapped his hands vigorously along with the people around him, until his palms turned red.
The boy in his teens was playing with the flower stick in the middle of the field. He looked thin but was very strong. He hit the flower stick so hard that it flipped up several times before falling down, which drew cheers from the crowd.
After all, it’s the New Year, and everyone hopes for a good omen.
After the young man playing with the flower stick had been working hard in the center of the field for a long time, he gradually began to move closer to the audience. The middle-aged man who had been standing next to him also picked up a basket and began to follow him to ask for tips from the audience.
Most people took out a few coins and threw them in to show their support.
Unexpectedly, just when the young man was about to walk in front of Qin Hexuan and Qingtian, his right hand holding the wooden stick suddenly slipped and he failed to hit the fallen flower stick in time.
Qin Hexuan hurriedly protected Qingtian and tried to retreat, but there were people all behind him and he had nowhere to retreat.
Fortunately, the guard stepped forward in time and grabbed the flower stick, thus avoiding the tragedy of the audience being beaten.
But when the audience at the back saw the flower stick fall, they immediately felt disappointed. No one was willing to give money anymore, and most of them left.
The middle-aged man became furious upon seeing this, handed the basket of money to others, rushed over, picked up a wooden stick and started beating them.
When Qingtian saw the stick raised high, he was so frightened that he put his hands on his head and huddled up in a ball, muttering, "I'll be obedient, don't hit me..."
When Qin Hexuan saw her like this, his heart ached.
"Qingtian, don't be afraid. I'm here and no one dares to hit you." Qin Hexuan coaxed Qingtian gently, but his sharp eyes fell on the middle-aged man.
Although the middle-aged man did not know Qin Hexuan, looking at his clothes and the servants following him, he knew that this was not someone he could afford to offend. He hurriedly threw away the stick and bowed repeatedly to apologize.
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