"I'm fine."
After walking for a while, and standing under a willow tree, Han Yao suddenly turned her head and said, "Tomorrow is over, I will be leaving."
Han Yao trembled slightly, and did not push Nanfeng Haozhe away.
Nanfeng Haozhe handed the bun over to Han Yao, then handed over a bag to her and said, "This is their national costume, go and change into it later. After that, we'll go with them for the holidays."
Han Yao looked at the steamed buns and clothes in her hands, feeling somewhat touched.
This man was always able to give her unexpected surprises.
Han Yao quickly ate her breakfast, then impatiently changed into her national uniform and opened the door. Nanfeng Haozhe had already changed into male attire, and was standing at the door to Han Yao's room.
"Looks good … "Is that so?"
Han Yao asked shyly.
Nanfeng Haozhe sized her up from top to bottom and said, "He's pretty. Just a little bit thinner. The local people here were all round and beautiful, so the clothing was a bit wider. You won't feel uncomfortable wearing it, will you? "
"Not bad."
Han Yao turned in a circle, seeing her smiling in satisfaction, she pulled her downstairs.
"Yao'er, this is your equipment."
Han Yao looked at the small drum hanging from her waist, and looked at Nanfeng Haozhe in shock.
Where did he get this drum?
"I don't know how to knock."
"It's alright, I'll teach you."
Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Han Yao and helped her hang the drum on her waist. Then, he stood behind Han Yao, held his hands and whispered into her ears. All of his strength was used on this point, causing the sound produced by the drum to be sonorous and powerful, clean and melodious. "
After Han Yao taught her this from the back, she felt that this posture, was as though he was hugging her from the back, and was getting hit by her little deer, causing her face to turn red.
"Come, let's give it a try."
Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Han Yao's slightly red face, and softly encouraged her. She practiced while he took the opportunity to hug her waist and greedily sniff her fragrant hair.
"How did you do it?"
Nanfeng Haozhe smiled mysteriously at Han Yao, and said proudly, "Of course I do. How about it? Do you admire me now? Do you think I'm an all-powerful genius? "
"I …"
Han Yao said one word and ran off.
Nanfeng Haozhe followed her footsteps and caught up with her.
The two of them wore national clothing and quickly followed the group of people who were beating the gongs and drumming the drums. Although Han Yao wasn't good at dancing, she still learned from someone else for a while and danced quite well.
That morning, just like the other local people, Han Yao and the rest of the people formed a huge team that surrounded the coastal area, singing and dancing along the way. After arriving at an extremely large plaza, a host appeared on the stage.
The host first maintained silence among the thousands of people present. Then, someone started to beat a big drum. The big drum had rung for about a hundred times before the host announced the official opening of the festival.
Han Yao was standing too far behind so she didn't hear clearly at all. In the end, before she could even react, she heard the firecrackers nearby.
"Ahh …"
Han Yao dodged backwards in fright.
Coincidentally, Nanfeng Haozhe was standing behind her, so he quickly covered her ears and allowed her to lean into his embrace …
After the firecrackers, there was actually a wave of crashing rain in the middle of the plaza.
Han Yao raised her head, and the water just happened to fall into her eyes.
She opened her eyes once again and saw Nanfeng Haozhe, who was hugging her. Water droplets were still hanging on his forehead and eyelashes, and his sexy lips were slightly parted. Under the sunlight, he seemed to have a golden halo of light, attracting the gazes of everyone present.
"Yao'er …"
"Ahh …"
A shower of rain fell again.
Han Yao raised his head and saw that it was actually something similar to a huge fountain that was spouting water. So it wasn't rain, it was intentional.
"Why water?"
"Today is a local holiday. "It is said that the day of the festival is sunny every year. How many times did you hear the bell just now?"
"About a hundred."
Nanfeng Haozhe continued to explain, "Yes, one hundred and eleven, because this is the 101st year since they passed this festival. The reason why it's raining is because I'm praying that the next year will be smooth. "
In this moment, Nanfeng Haozhe finally explained clearly. On the other side, what kind of things did everyone move towards the center of the dam?
Han Yao moved closer to take a look, it was actually …
Eight pigs, eight sheep …
"What are they doing?"
"Roast suckling pig, roast lamb."
Han Yao had seen roast lamb and suckling pigs before, but this was the first time she had seen such a large army. Who would have thought that they would have such a grand holiday?
Pigs and sheep were laid out in the middle of the dam, and the bonfire was set ablaze. Everyone was dancing with the organizers as they surrounded the bonfire.
The atmosphere at the scene was especially good. As long as you stood there, you would be unable to stop yourself from jumping up.
"Yao'er, come, dance."
Nanfeng Haozhe held Han Yao's hand, then blended into the crowd and started dancing.
The song was sometimes cheerful and sometimes light. The leader of the group danced a variety of dances and many tourists followed along.
During the day, when the sun was high in the sky, everyone was watching the roast lamb, roast pork, and dancing under the fountain that spurted water from time to time. This kind of thing that he didn't even dare to think about, Han Yao didn't think that it would actually be not bad.
"Oh, oh..."
After the song ended, the music stopped. The host announced that the roast meat had been cooked, and everyone cheered. Next came the oldest man in the area, holding the smallest baby in his arms and slicing it into pieces.
This tradition is to tell everyone, respect the elderly and love the young, family harmony, social harmony.
Following that, everyone else queued up to collect the roasted meat.
Han Yao looked at the lamb that Nanfeng Haozhe had brought over, and when she saw that there was nothing seasoning on it, she frowned and asked worriedly, "Is it delicious?"