Ruan Tang's cheeks instantly burned, so hot they could be used to fry pancakes.
She froze completely.
My mind went blank; all the sounds of gongs, drums, and hawkers' cries vanished.
The world faded to black and white, leaving only him.
His warm breath brushed against her lips, carrying his unique coolness and the sweet and sour taste of the candied hawthorn that he had just taken away.
The tiny bite mark he made still retains her warmth.
But now, he has possessed her domineeringly.
This realization caused her heartbeat to become completely erratic, each beat pounding heavily against her chest, leaving it numb and weak.
Yan Yu acted as if he had done something completely ordinary.
He slowly straightened up, his tall frame still protecting her completely, shielding her from all curious gazes around them.
He lowered his eyes, looking at her dumbfounded little face, at the helplessness and embarrassment written in her watery almond eyes, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips.
The way he bullied her was so vivid and lifelike.
It can only be his.
It took Ruan Tang a long time to regain her senses. She buried her head even lower, wishing she could shrink into her large military coat.
She dared not look at him again, and with her small, gloved hand, she snatched the string of candied hawthorns.
Then he suddenly turned around, pretending to be intently staring at the stall selling colorful hair ties next to him, looking as guilty as a little thief.
Yan Yu didn't expose her, and just quietly followed behind her.
Like a silent mountain, it sheltered her from the elements.
The two strolled slowly through the crowd, one after the other, from 2 p.m. until after 4 p.m.
Ruan Tang now had several more items in her hands: a package of roasted chestnuts wrapped in oil paper, two crispy twisted dough sticks, and a bunch of colorful glass thread hair ties.
Yan Yu arrived empty-handed the entire time.
His hands were only used to protect her or to help her carry things.
Little White in Ruan Tang's arms couldn't hold back any longer. It poked its fluffy little head out from her collar, its dark purple eyes darting around, its little nose twitching as it greedily sniffed the aroma of various foods in the air.
When it saw the candied hawthorn in its little owner's hand, it became completely anxious.
"Squeak!"
Two tiny mithril claws kept tugging at Ruan Tang's clothes, almost making her stand up in her anxiety.
Master, I want to eat too! I want to eat that red and sweet one too!
Ruan Tang was at her wits' end with it, so she took advantage of Yan Yu's inattention, quickly broke off a small piece of hawthorn fruit, and shoved it into its mouth in a flash.
Xiao Bai chewed contentedly, not forgetting to turn its head and defiantly raise its chin in Yan Yu's direction.
Hmph, you big bad guy, trying to steal my little master's food from me?
No way!
Yan Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, completely ignoring this little drama queen. His entire attention was focused on the crowded people around him and the little girl in his arms.
As the sun began to set and the light turned golden, the number of people at the market not only didn't decrease, but actually increased.
After finishing their day's work, the commune members rushed to join in the fun before they left, making the way back even more crowded than when they came.
Yan-Yu helped Ruan Tang finally squeeze out of the crowd and had just breathed a sigh of relief when they were attracted by a deafening sound of gongs and drums.
"Dong dong qiang! Dong dong qiang!"
In the open space not far away, the commune's propaganda team was dancing the Yangko to the beat of drums.
Dozens of men and women dressed in red and green silk clothes, with exaggerated face paint, waved silk fans and handkerchiefs in their hands, their movements unrestrained and enthusiastic.
The leader, a man on stilts dressed as Sun Wukong, brandished a golden cudgel, causing the surrounding children to scream with excitement.
This was the first time Ruan Tang had ever seen such a scene in person; it was a hundred times more vivid and lively than what she had seen on television in later generations.
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