"Pray for a good harvest, and... a blind date." Fan Zhiyi murmured.
Although Bing Nandong didn't quite understand what blind dates meant, he vaguely guessed it was similar to what they usually called matchmaking. "If that's the case, then are the things these vendors selling also related to the festival?"
Fan Zhiyi nodded obediently. Bing Nandong waited for his reaction and counted silently in his mind: three, two, one...
Then when the time came, Fan Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Holy crap, so this flower is actually for my lover?"
"On this day in their tribe, this flower should either be given to oneself or to... one's beloved, to express one's everlasting love."
It’s over, it’s over!
Fan Zhiyi was already sweating profusely. He already knew that Bing Nandong was interested in the original body, and he had also decided to explain it clearly to Bing Nandong later, so for the time being he should not do anything that would cause Bing Nandong to misunderstand him.
Damn it, are you trying to kill him?
How could he calmly tell Bing Nandong that he didn't mean the wreath in that way when he gave it to him, without hurting the boy's self-esteem? He didn't know if he could get it back!
Why does this tribe have so many deep meanings? Can it be simpler and less clichéd?
Fan Zhiyi felt that his brain was working at a rapid speed, using all the vocabulary he had learned in his life to organize his words. How should he explain it?
"Let's go," Bing Nandong said suddenly. The more Fan Zhiyi looked at the wreath in his hand, the more dazzling it became. But the flower seller kept staring at him, laughing and shouting across the air, "Young Master, how's it going? Have you coaxed your sweetheart?"
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