After asking carefully, Lu Xiaofeng realized that the fifteenth day of August was coming soon. Huanjian Village was not far from the Miao Village, so the custom of celebrating festivals was from the Miao Village. It can be said that the fifteenth day of August was simply a major festival for seeking marriage in Huanjian Village, and it is probably the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When Lu Xiaofeng heard this, he began to feel itchy. You know, on August 15th, according to the customs of the Han people, it was a sweet festival for lovers. Looking at Zi Yuejun's pretty and enchanting face in his arms, he was looking forward to the coming soon.

Zi Yuejun looked back at Lu Xiaofeng's sweat all the way, put down his work, then walked to Lu Xiaofeng, tiptoed, and wiped his sweat with some distress. "Looking at your sweat, what's going on later?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and let Ziyuejun rub her gentle face. After a while, she looked at Ziyuejun's gorgeous face and said softly: Ziyue, you are so beautiful."

"What are you saying? I'm old." Zi Yuejun's face turned red again and she replied softly.

The soft voice made Lu Xiaofeng feel itchy. He couldn't help but hold Zi Yuejun's hand in his back and hold her in his arms.

"I have flour on my hands, let me go first." The girl's face was about to drip from her watery eyes, and her charming eyes were panic, which made Lu Xiaofeng unable to help but hug the soft jade in her arms.

Lu Xiaofeng just liked to see Zi Yuejun's delicate appearance. She couldn't help but hold Zi Yuejun's little face, looked at Zi Yuejun's tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, and gently kissed her.

Zi Yuejun often spoils Lu Xiaofeng. After all, Zi Yuejun is three years older than him. Although he is only twenty-two years old, he is used to the ups and downs of the world. After experiencing so many hardships and ups and downs, his mind is as mature as a young woman.

In addition to love, Zi Yuejun is more fond of Lu Xiaofeng. Even if Lu Xiaofeng did something wrong, Zi Yuejun was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to blame him. Zi Yuejun knew that she was sensitive and could not control herself every time she was with Lu Xiaofeng.

I had clearly thought about it in my heart that I must control the time Lu Xiaofeng was with me. But when I really arrived in front of Lu Xiaofeng, I couldn't control my feelings, which made Lu Xiaofeng succeed every time.

After a long time, the two of them separated out in anger. Zi Yuejun couldn't help but panting, which almost made Lu Xiaofeng almost hug her in his arms.

"Zi Yue, your breasts seem to be bigger again." Lu Xiaofeng leaned in her ears, and the exhaled heat almost made Zi Yuejun's body soften again.

"Bad guy, aren't you bullying me enough?" Zi Yuejun's eyes were half begging. Lu Xiaofeng picked up Zi Yuejun and walked around in the spot. This was not showing off, but more excited. She was happy that she finally had the ability to earn monthly tickets with her own abilities and improve the situation of her beloved woman.

But when I looked back at Zi Yuejun, I saw her expression depressed and bit her lip, not knowing what she was thinking.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Lu Xiaofeng thought she was unwell, so she reached her hand to her forehead.

"No." Zi Yuejun turned his head and asked faintly: "Lu Xiaofeng, do you think I'm useless? You can't do anything well..."

Seeing that Zi Yuejun was a little worried, Lu Xiaofeng felt a little distressed. Lu Xiaofeng knew that this was a flaw in her heart. In front of her, this girl was always a little inferior. Lu Xiaofeng now knows the customs and habits of the Fantasy Sword Village. In many cases, the partner a girl would marry would be similar to her age.

At most, marry someone who is equal to you and someone younger than you. That's so pitiful, and the family feels like it's too shameful. This Fantasy Sword Village is isolated from the world and has been spent in this mountain for almost all generations. There are Miao Village nearby, so many rules are different from those outside.

Although it is not as strange as a walk-in marriage, it is extremely unfair to the widow, otherwise Zi Yuejun would not have fallen to this level. In the Fantasy Sword Village, widows cannot remarry.

Even if someone is willing to marry her, she cannot marry her in the main hall, and she can only be a concubine. This almost harsh condition almost forces the widows to establish a chastity arch for themselves. Zi Yuejun felt more complicated about Lu Xiaofeng's appearance.

Zi Yuejun herself has been restraining their relationship, but she did not expect that she could not restrain herself in the end, allowing the relationship between them to develop to this extent. Although Lu Xiaofeng could not completely guess, she could still feel the sorrow in Zi Yuejun's heart.

"How could it be? Actually, in my heart, Ziyue, you have always been very useful, and your hands are so good."

Lu Xiaofeng pointed to Miao embroidery, which is now decorating in the room: "Look, these things are so beautiful, I have never seen such beautiful embroidery."

"Do you really like it?" Zi Yuejun secretly glanced at Lu Xiaofeng's sincere admiration, and was secretly happy. Her heart jumped up in disarray. Just this short praise made her unable to control herself.

"I like it very much." Lu Xiaofeng held Zi Yuejun's hand: "So, don't think about it anymore in the future."

"Well. I know." Zi Yuejun said softly, looking at Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were even more gentle.

"Reward?" Zi Yuejun hesitated, and his little hands lit his chin: "I think about it, by the way, there are really."

Unexpectedly, when he said a joke, Zi Yuejun took it seriously, Lu Xiaofeng was also a little curious about what she would reward him.

Could it be that it was a fragrant kiss? Lu Xiaofeng maliciously guessed, and a smile appeared in her eyes. Zi Yuejun wiped her hands on her apron, walked to the edge of the bed, squatted down, and then bent down to take out a small paper bag from under the bed.

Because of the tightness of the bag, Lu Xiaofeng really didn't see what it was. "Give it, try putting it on, don't think I'm ugly." Zi Yuejun covered her face with shame, and then reached out to hand it to Lu Xiaofeng.

"What is this?" Lu Xiaofeng smiled and took it over, pinched it with her hands, vaguely feeling it was a piece of cloth product. Could it be a clothes? He guessed in his heart.

When he opened it, Lu Xiaofeng was a little stunned. He really didn't expect that what Zi Yuejun handed him was a pair of cloth shoes. The soles of the shoes were solid and dense, and they were brushed with tung oil. They felt flat and warm to the touch, and the upper was elastic square shoes, which looked a bit unsatisfied.

The white upper still has red spots. I don’t know how many times Zi Yuejun has been stabbed in this thing. Never such a gift made Lu Xiaofeng feel happy. When he touched the upper, he seemed to see Zi Yuejun making shoes for himself under the lamp.

Lu Xiaofeng's nose felt sore, and she almost burst into tears. She quickly lowered her head, untied her feet, and then gently put her feet in. It was comfortable and clean, and her feet were soft, as if she was stepping on cotton, and the upper was loose. Her feet could stretch out as much as possible, making Lu Xiaofeng feel comfortable and almost moan.

Lu Xiaofeng never thought that these handmade shoes would be so comfortable to wear. Zi Yuejun saw that Lu Xiaofeng didn't say anything for a long time, and thought that she was not doing it well. When she took a peek, she saw Lu Xiaofeng dancing, walking around the house, looking at the shoes under her feet, obviously she liked them tightly.

"Ziyue, you are so great! So comfortable!" Lu Xiaofeng tried to walk two more steps, then looked excited. "It's good to like it. I'm also doing it according to the size of your feet. I'm still afraid that you will wear it tightly. If you like it, I'll do it for you." Ziyuejun said with a smile.

"How do you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival when you make these things?" Lu Xiaofeng saw Zi Yuejun turning around and starting to work again, but he thought of a question in his heart. "We are following the habits of the Miao family, but the traditional Chinese New Year you mentioned, the villagers spent all their thoughts on Mid-Autumn Festival."

When Lu Xiaofeng heard that the Mid-Autumn Festival was so grand, he was a little excited. To be honest, he had not spent such Mid-Autumn Festival yet. Think about the lively appearance of the Spring Festival, dancing lions, setting off firecrackers, enjoying fireworks, and visiting relatives and friends. It was so lively. I don’t know what kind of scene is this Mid-Autumn Festival in Fantasy Sword Village?

The Mid-Autumn Festival finally came slowly in the midst of Lu Xiaofeng's expectations and the increasingly lively atmosphere in the village. Just the day before, Annie was afraid that Lu Xiaofeng would not know the rules in the village, so she called him to her side and kept explaining that Lu Xiaofeng would accompany Zidie to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lu Xiaofeng thought it was like the traditional Spring Festival. At night, one was to reunite and the other was to watch. She thought it was Annie who was worried that Ah Zi was sad alone, so she agreed without hesitation.

Baby Annie was so happy that she couldn't stop praising Lu Xiaofeng for being sensible, which made him a little puzzled: Isn't it just a night watch? As for? Zidie was on the side, looking at Baby Annie, and then looking at Lu Xiaofeng's unconsciousness to agree.
Chapter completed!