It's a pity that I can't go back.

Ouyang Rong did not go out secretly, but boarded a long-awaited carriage at the back door.

Ali received the young master's instructions during the day, specially fed the horse, and waited at the back door late at night.

Ouyang Rong took the car out openly.

There is no curfew in the city tonight because it is a special day.

He opened the curtains and glanced at the sky in the distance.

In the direction of Xiushui Fang, there are fireworks blooming one after another. They are fireworks set off in advance by wealthy people.

It has just passed midnight, that is, past twelve o'clock, and now it is the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

During the Lantern Festival in the Zhou Dynasty, there was a three-day holiday, from the 14th to the 16th day of the first lunar month. The curfew would also be lifted on these nights, allowing people to go out at night to enjoy lanterns and play, which was called "night release".

Although it is not before twelve o'clock, it is still the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, but on the night of the fourteenth day, the curfew has been lifted in advance.

So Ouyang Rong chose an upright past, and the reason was very good.

"Brother Huaimin probably hasn't slept yet..."

Ouyang Rong looked a little embarrassed.

Chengtian Temple was not completely demolished, only half of it was demolished, and it was originally given to the Xingzifang Buddha statue.

Taking Xingzi Lake as the boundary, the west bank of the lake is the Xingzifang construction site, and the north bank is the remaining Chengtian Temple building.

Yuan Huaimin still lives in this temple. I heard that he is used to it and doesn't want to change.

Because he was unexpectedly promoted to the governor of Jiangzhou, the old abbot of Chengtian Temple and his disciples were very polite to him and did not drive him away like other poor scholars, which was sad.

Since everyone said that Liang Han was still awake, it was normal for him to go out to his friends to drink and play the piano in the middle of the night, right?

Even if the female officials of the Supervisory Yuan discover it, nothing will happen, right? After all, thanks to Brother Huaimin, people all over the world may now know that Jiangzhou Sima Ouyang Lianghan stays up in the middle of the night and likes to go to Chengtian Temple to hang out with someone.

hobbies.

Ouyang Rong hugged the piano case and nodded expressionlessly.

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Although there is no moon tonight, there are a lot of fireworks in Xunyang City, mainly concentrated in Xiushui Fang, which is neither rich nor noble, followed by Xunyang Fang.

Just after midnight, two squares of fireworks were set off into the sky for free.

Xingzifang is different. Almost no one sets off the fireworks, and most of them stay until the Lantern Festival night.

After the Buddha's head and the female officials of the Sitian Prison evacuated, the Xingzi Lake construction site was dark and the lake was dark and calm. Only some of the main halls, courtyards and other buildings of Chengtian Temple on the other side were lit with lights, giving the impression of watching a fire from across the bank.

In the southwest corner of Chengtian Temple, there is a small courtyard near the lake. There are about a dozen lanterns gathered in the center of the courtyard. They are swaying left and right, as if they are being held by black shadows. The lantern holders are looking up at the fireworks.

The name of this hospital is Beitian Alms Home.

Tonight is the eve of the Lantern Festival, and the monks allow these poor and pitiful people to light lanterns.

In fact, these lanterns were not bought by the temple, but were sent to Jiangzhou Hall by Yuan Huaimin.

The monks distributed it, but of course, they also withheld a little from it.

In fact, most of the temples in the Zhou Dynasty had this kind of welfare home, which was used to take in the disabled, old and young.

It can be regarded as a people's livelihood project, especially when the current governor Ouyang Lianghan took office as a long history, he seemed to pay special attention to this kind of welfare home, and sent people to carefully repair it within Jiangzhou, which attracted a lot of praise.

Voice.

At the Beitian Nursing Home in Chengtian Temple, on the eve of the Lantern Festival, most of the poor children who have not been taken home by their families for the festival are really unwanted and have not run away.

In the center of the courtyard, a group of disabled people, old and young, were holding lanterns, silently, looking up at the fireworks of Fugui Xiu Shuifang in the distance.

Each face has its own loneliness and hope.

In the southwest corner of the yard, there was a thin and inconspicuous girl sitting alone.

No family members came to pick her up, no family members gave her glutinous rice balls, and no monk gave her a lantern.

Because...she doesn't need it.

The slender girl did not watch the fireworks with her companions. She sat alone on the ground, holding her knees with her hands, her back to everyone, her appearance was hidden by the night, and a little finger was missing from the right hand of her knees.

She was as quiet as a virgin, her face blurred, as if facing a lonely lake.

Although I have not seen it with my own eyes, I can still hear the sound of the giant Buddha collapsing that day, the fierce sound of the cauldron fire in the sky, the howling of the dog officer and owl, the panicked footsteps of the female officers and soldiers, the angry roar of the purple-qi old woman...

All resounded in my ears.

Among these noises, she heard alone, there was a subtle sound of something that faintly contained the power of myth, but was extremely small, "ding dong" falling into the water.

Zhao Qingxiu was extremely certain that a "star" had fallen into the Xingzi Lake.
Chapter completed!