Fan Zhiyi was still confused when Bing Nandong pulled him away, so he had no choice but to wave to the old lady and Qianqian. Qianqian smiled bitterly and waved goodbye.
"Wait, Bingnandong, I want to watch that ceremony again. It's so shocking, almost like what's described in some novels."
Bing Nandong didn't respond and pulled him into the alley before letting him go: "Why only draw one?"
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment before realizing Bing Nandong was asking about the painting. "According to Qianqian, shouldn't you only draw one?" Meeting Bing Nandong's gaze, Fan Zhiyi's voice gradually lowered, then rose again. "Then why did you draw two?"
“…”
“…”
The two of them were silent. Bing Nandong spoke first to explain, "During this ceremony, unmarried men and women can get to know each other and express their love, because the Festival of Praying for a Good Harvest is actually..."
"A large-scale live dating event!" Fan Zhiyi understood instantly, "So when you said it would be troublesome, you added another layer of trouble to our situation."
Because Bing Nandong is popular in himself, if Bing Nandong hadn't had the sudden inspiration to apply two strokes on both of them, they would have been stuck here for who knows how long.
Fan Zhiyi instantly understood the meaning of the two lines drawn by Bingnan Dong, but this was a sacred ritual of another tribe after all, so they both had to be careful with their words so as not to offend others.
Fan Zhiyi thought he had figured it out, but Bing Nandong frowned slightly: "Not entirely."
"ah?"
Bing Nandong stopped talking again. The burning temperature in his heart almost burned him, but looking at Fan Zhiyi, he didn't know where to start.
Fan Zhiyi had clearly made it clear that he was unwilling to express his true feelings right now, so why should he rush to say it and make it seem like he was in a hurry?
On Fan Zhiyi's side, Bing Nandong was sulking. This was the only piece of information Fan Zhiyi could extract that he was sure was absolutely correct.
So Fan Zhiyi asked, "Can we find the way back to Tianyun Gate by following this alley?"
"Can."
"Then let's go back from here." Fan Zhiyi thought that Bing Nandong was angry because he really didn't like participating in this activity, but he was too excited.
Bing Nandong said, "If you want to go around more often, that's fine. After all, this ceremony only takes place once a year."
Fan Zhiyi: “……?” A row of question marks slowly emerged in his mind.
No, brother, what do you want?
Fan Zhiyi was exhausted, and he just couldn't figure it out. There happened to be a flower stall nearby, and Fan Zhiyi remembered Bing Nandong had given him sweet osmanthus flowers that morning, so he went over to take a look.
Bing Nandong did not follow him, but just stood there waiting for him.
The petals of this white flower are oval, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. They are neither big nor small. Florists skillfully weave them into garlands, bracelets, and bouquets.
Fan Zhiyi had never seen this kind of flower before. As soon as he approached, the flower seller said, "Sir, would you like a bouquet? This is the sacred flower of our clan. If you buy one and keep it at home, it will bring good luck."
This convincing suggestion was so solid that it actually made Fan Zhiyi somewhat tempted: "Can that actually make an angry person happy?"
The shopkeeper immediately understood what Fan Zhiyi meant and thought he was trying to please his sweetheart. After all, their sacred flower is also known as the love flower. It brings good luck and happiness and symbolizes pure and flawless love.
"Of course, sir, buy her a wreath. She will definitely be very happy."
A wreath? Fan Zhiyi originally just wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers.
He roughly imagined how the wreath would look on Bing Nandong's head and found it a bit awkward and unimaginable.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's hesitation, the shopkeeper said affirmatively, "Don't worry, sir. If she's still angry after receiving the flowers, we can refund her. And now it's buy two get one free, it's a great deal."
It was indeed a good deal, so Fan Zhiyi was tempted and bought two bouquets of flowers and a wreath.
After paying the spirit stone, he ran to Bing Nandong holding the flowers and handed the wreath to Bing Nandong: "This is for you."
Bing Nandong looked at the wreath, did not reach out to take it, and remained silent.
Fan Zhiyi knew it wouldn't work, but since he was giving away the two bouquets of flowers anyway, he didn't need to feel bad about the spirit stones.
Since Bing Nandong refused to take it, he could just keep it for himself. Just as Fan Zhiyi was about to withdraw his hand, Bing Nandong grabbed the wreath, holding it gently for fear of damaging it. "Isn't it for me?"
"I thought you didn't want it." Fan Zhiyi explained, then leaned forward and asked, "Are you happier now?"
Bing Nandong was puzzled: "I'm not angry. Besides, what does this have to do with being happy or not?"
"This flower is so beautiful. Wouldn't you be very happy if you received it? And the boss said that this flower is the sacred flower of their tribe and has great power." The world of cultivating immortals is great. Even a flower has magical power that can directly improve the mood of the person receiving the flower.
Then, if someone has a quarrel in the future, wouldn't it be better to just send a bouquet of flowers? Fan Zhiyi immediately opened up his mind.
However, Bing Nandong on the other side still didn't say anything, so Fan Zhiyi asked tentatively: "Shall I help you put it on?"
"Fan Zhiyi, do you know what this flower means?"
Fan Zhiyi: “…I don’t know.”
Facing Bing Nandong's gaze, Bing Nandong was about to speak when Fan Zhiyi said directly, "I'm not stupid." He guessed that Bing Nandong's first sentence would be to say that he was really stupid.
Bing Nandong: "...I didn't mean to say anything about you." He sorted out his thoughts and began, "What is the significance of the Festival of Prayer for Harvests?"
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