In fact, Fang Chengyu's description was not really shocking enough.

He happened to pass under this light, and when the car passed and the light returned to normal, his appearance also flickered with the light. Everyone came to their senses and looked at the boy in front of them, who seemed nothing special.

But that one look was so shocking that more and more people gathered around to watch.

Master Fang kept shouting.

Old Mrs. Fang and the others had been paying attention to what was behind them. They were very nervous when Fang Chengyu opened the car curtain. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Fang Chengyu facing everyone calmly, but at the same time they felt very sad.

This year's lanterns are particularly gorgeous and brilliant, but they also make people feel sad.

The Fang family members walked forward surrounded by crowds of people on both sides.

This year's Lantern Festival is not about looking at the lanterns, but about looking at people, a person who has never appeared and is about to die.

Like a flash in the pan, like a brilliant firework.

But what does it matter? At least he lets the world see him at this time, see him as someone who comes to enjoy the lights, rather than as a decorative bridegroom or a foil to that woman.

I only wish to go away alone and not be humiliated by others.

Fang Chengyu looked at the colorful lanterns hanging on the street and listened to the noisy laughter and shouts on both sides.

"It's so beautiful." He said to himself, and couldn't help looking back.

Across the surging crowd, he saw the woman who was also walking across Lantern Hill.

The girl fell behind at some point, or maybe she didn't want to be with them in the first place and walked away on purpose.

Perhaps because everyone followed the Fang family's car, the woman's surroundings seemed somewhat deserted.

She stood at the foot of the lampstand and looked up at the mountain. The light poured down on her, making her look beautiful and lonely.

In just a blink of an eye, the crowd blocked his view.

Liu'er turned her eyes away from the lamp, put a melon seed into her mouth and crushed it with a crunch.

"Miss, they have gone far away, should we still stay with them?" she asked vaguely.

Miss Jun looked at the bustling street in front of her.

"There are also lights over at the Fire Temple. Let's go there and take a look," she said.

Liu'er happily threw away the melon seeds in her hand.

"Okay, okay. We can't watch here anymore. We're not just looking at lights, it's too embarrassing to watch like a monkey being performed." She said.

"It's not shameful." Miss Jun said. "It's good."

Liu'er stuck out her tongue and moved closer to Miss Jun.

"Miss, they are far away and can't hear you. There's no need to say nice things to them." She giggled softly.

Miss Jun smiled and touched her head.

"Let's go," she said. "Everyone has their own needs. I should go and ask for what I want."

Not long after they turned and walked away, someone squeezed out from the bustling crowd on the street and stood behind the lamp stand holding his shoes. He leaned over and the shadow obscured his appearance.

"There's something wrong with the people in Yangcheng. I thought I was looking at a beautiful woman, but it turned out to be a man. It's really inexplicable. I lost a shoe because of being stepped on."

There was a murmur from behind the shadows. Then the figure left and everything behind the lamp stand became quiet.

…

The streets of the Vulcan Temple were also ablaze with lights. The weather had been sunny these past few days, the moonlight was bright, and the sky and earth were in harmony.

The streets were crowded with people, but not because of the lights.

"Hurry, the paralytic from the Fang family has come out."

People on the street shouted, and immediately people started running around.

Several young people were unable to dodge and were knocked to the ground.

"Why are you running? It's not like the paralyzed person will die immediately and we won't be able to see him anymore." A young man frowned and said to the crowd.

Another young man reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Wenming, don't be so mean," he said.

The young man, who was called to be civilized, snorted.

"Am I being mean?" he said, turning to look at the person behind him, "Yun Zhao, am I being mean?"

Standing behind him was a young man wearing a royal blue hooded cape, who leaned over to pick up a few books that had been knocked to the ground.

"What does it have to do with him?" He said, standing up straight. The bright light illuminated half of his face. It was Ning Yunzhao.

Of course, he was referring to the young master of the Fang family.

The young man who was speaking smiled and put his hand on his shoulder.

"What about you?" he asked meaningfully.

The paralytic was from the Fang family, and all the people in the city came to see him. Of course, the paralytic didn't want this to happen, and this matter had nothing to do with him.

And there is another person in the Fang family who makes Ning Yunzhao the laughing stock of people all over the city.

Ning Yunzhao glanced at him.

"What does it have to do with me?" he said with a smile.

What does it have to do with me if others laugh at me or talk about me?

Several young people burst into laughter.

"Your family members definitely didn't expect you to come to Yangcheng to see the lights. They thought you were hiding."

"That's right. I don't care about other people's jokes. We should just do what we have to do."

Everyone chatted and laughed and continued moving forward.

"This is even better." A young man clapped his hands. "In the past, the streets of the Fire God Temple were so crowded that no one could get through. Today, thanks to the blessing of the young master of the Fang family, we can be free."

Because Young Master Fang was watching the lights on another street, and everyone wanted to see Young Master Fang, the crowds of people left and Vulcan Temple Street seemed a lot quieter.

Now they were walking past a group of jugglers. In order to attract spectators, there were lanterns everywhere. Two little girls were spinning buckets made of lanterns on their feet, making them glow with color.

It’s a pity that the audience was smaller than before and there were not many applause.

Ning Yunzhao and others came over and cheered in unison. They each took out a handful of money and threw it into the winnowing basket, and the class owner bowed to them repeatedly to thank them.

A few people continued walking forward while chatting and laughing, and soon arrived at the lantern mystery. Compared with this place just now, it was actually more lively.

Lantern riddles require a lot of brainpower to guess, and ordinary people don't like it. Most of the people who come here are literate people. These people are proud of their status, so they will not go to watch the young master of the Fang family over there. Instead, more people avoid the hustle and bustle over there and rush here.

This is also a place that Ning Yunzhao and others like.

"See who wins more today." a young man shouted.

If you guess the lantern riddle correctly, you will get a lantern. It is very ostentatious and elegant to walk around with a string of lanterns.

A few people walked along the street with smiles on their faces, and soon they had lanterns of various colors in their hands, attracting many people to follow them and watch them solve the riddles.

Ning Yunzhao's hands were empty. He just stood aside and watched, rarely solving the puzzles.

"You're embarrassing us." said a young man dissatisfiedly.

The people who were following him glanced at Ning Yunzhao. Ning Yunzhao was still wearing a hat, covering his face, and no one could recognize him in the crowded street.

But just looking at her straight posture makes people feel good about her.

"There are many people who can't guess it." Some people couldn't help but speak well of him.

"It's not that he can't guess it, he's just pretending." Several young people laughed, "Don't think we don't know, he must have figured out the answer we did, but he just won't tell us."

Ning Yunzhao smiled, and while he was talking he had already walked to the next riddle. He took a look, then picked up the pen and wrote down the riddle.

The people who followed me here haven't even finished watching it.

"Look, look, I was right, wasn't I?" several people said in a cheering voice.

Ning Yunzhao took the lantern handed to him by the stall owner with a smile without saying a word.

This is a Chang'e Flying to the Moon Lantern, exquisitely crafted and lifelike.

Ning Yunzhao took a look and turned around and handed it to a woman standing nearby.

"I'm borrowing these flowers to offer to Buddha. I'll give them to you," he said.

The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a headscarf and tied up her sleeves, and it was obvious that she was helping out at the stall.

Seeing these young gentlemen had extraordinary demeanor, she couldn't help but stand over to look. Unexpectedly, she was given a lamp. Her face immediately turned red and she waved her hands in panic.

"Happy holidays! Take it." Ning Yunzhao said with a smile.

The people in the northwest have always been open-minded, and it was the Lantern Festival, so the people watching all smiled and encouraged.

The woman blushed and took the gift and thanked him. Ning Yunzhao returned the greeting briefly and walked forward.

The girl was immediately surrounded by her sisters. Amidst the laughter, the girl looked at Ning Yunzhao's back with bright eyes.

For someone of her status, this scene will probably never be forgotten for the rest of her life, and it will become a warm memory in her heart, illuminating the rest of her life.