Chapter 662

A group of young ballerinas gently blend into the bustling crowd. They are surrounded by people painted with fluorescent colors. Their clothes are exaggerated and beautiful. These people are different from the fanatical and unrestrained fans of the ancient style in the 1950s. They are not so angular, have no profound study of culture, and have no fixed group. Many of them are just in the form of personal fans Gathered here, there are quite a number of welfare jobs in Wuyang district. After all, they are one of the tourist attractions with economic benefits.

The arrival of Lu Zhengkang attracted some curious eyes. The faces and outlines of the ballet people were vaguely and obscurely illuminated by the colorful lights, but they were still smiling warmly.

This kind of parade is just for making friends. Because of the relatively mature capital rules, there is no sense of exclusion in a small circle. Instead, everyone welcomed it. The young boys and girls from the Affiliated Middle School of national arts soon scattered into the crowd like a ball of sand, and they could not see each other. Lu Zhengkang chatted with several passers-by dressed as a seeker.

"Wow, Mr. Tang, is that RPG on your back?"

"South no Gatling Bodhisattva, yes, RPG!" Elder Tang smiles boldly, but he is disguised as a 20-year-old sister.

When other people heard the three letters of RPG, they screamed one after another. Their voices were confused and they had everything to say.

“YES，RPG！”

“AMD，YES！”

“RTX，ON！”

"Human stuff, diedie! Rat and man, yes

"Strange knowledge has increased!"

Everyone laughs. Lu Zhengkang shakes his head. It's so old. Fortunately, these people still remember that he laughs unconsciously. Su Xiangli suddenly takes his hand and walks towards the denser part of the crowd. In the dark night, Lu Zhengkang's world is crowded and noisy. His voice and color are boiling. Red, green, blue, gold, orange and purple, uninhibited colors turn into wonderful figures, Many people's faces are laughing and cheering. Countless people are waving their hands. Someone is reciting the Heart Sutra of Gatlin. The sound is getting louder and louder, as if it is a water wave.

Su Xiangli and Lu Zhengkang rush through the crowd. They are like walking on a spring afternoon on a sunny grassy hillside. They can feel an indescribable bond with each other. She jumps and turns around with her toes. She is wearing dancing shoes. On the rough road, she is not afraid to hurt her feet. Lu Zhengkang steps forward. She half hugs her, and Su is happy Xiangli burst out a strong laughter, the voice like a swallow flying over the low sky, over people's heads.

She turned over and jumped on Lu Zhengkang's back, put her arms around his neck, and pointed to the front. There was a row of exquisite floats, all of which were taken from the mythical images. Su Xiangli pointed to the tallest floats, but they looked like two luans and two wings. "Let's go there and have a look on the floats!"

The average height of the floats is three meters, and the one of Shuangluan's two wings is about five meters high. Many fairies are waving around in the floats. From time to time, people get on and off the floats. At the top of the floats, there is a small viewing platform, which must be a couple of lovers. Whether they are heterosexual or not, whether they are young or old, as long as they are really in love, once they get on the viewing platform, they must meet in public Kiss.

It's really lively. Every time someone kisses there, the floats will show the projection of fireworks, and people's laughter will be louder.

The procession is everywhere, but the destination is the central square of each block. Moving from the residential area to the square area, the road is straight, but it will soon open up. After all, at least 40000 people have to gather in the square.

Su Xiangli gathered in Lu Zhengkang's ear and yelled, "I want to be with you in the square when everyone is watching!"

Lu Zhengkang shook his head and replied in a loud voice: "it's too shameful. I can't do it!"

"Don't you love me anymore?" Su Xiangli gave Lu Zhengkang a throat lock, "today you must promise me."

"Your parents may come to see you too. Isn't that appropriate?" Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and sniffed Su Xiangli's little arm. She didn't exert herself at all. In the complex smell of the crowd, her taste still made him pay attention to it for the first time.

Su Xiangli's warm breath made her feel goose bumps. The slight tingling from her arm to her back made her feel a little dazed and excited. So she released it, still sticking it to Lu Zhengkang's ear and whispering: "I'm not afraid! They can look at me as they please She seems to be drunk in the glitz of the night. She takes out her mobile phone, takes a self portrait, frames her intimate appearance with Lu Zhengkang, and then saves it in the mailbox and sends it.

"Look, I'll send a copy to my parents." Su Xiangli murmured, "eh, wrong hair, group hair."

After a while, they received a lot of blessing letters in their mailbox.

"Did my father-in-law and mother-in-law reply?"

"My mom said let's have a good time."

"And father-in-law? He didn't object, did he? "

"My father told me to pay attention to safety and stay away from scum. He also told you to eat better these two days and wash your neck before going to bed."

Lu Zhengkang laughed and said, "my father is really joking."He carried his girl all the way to the west side of the colorful motorcade, where the crowd was already very dense. He slowed down and moved a little bit. When people around saw that he was carrying a person on his back, they politely gave way to some space. This kind of good atmosphere even gave them the illusion of being alone in a closed small room. The human wall is full of darkness and color, like a large graffiti mural. The voice of countless people mixed together seems quiet. Su Xiangli leans his head on his back, and can almost hear his heartbeat.

I don't know why, in such a magical night, after the summer disappeared, there was a chill in my heart.

Su Xiangli missed Xiaolu a little. Since she left the third world, she never saw Xiaolu again. I don't know if he's ok now? Is still well hidden in the bottom of Lu Zhengkang's heart, the boy in his heart, has incredible power.

As long as such a simple life, so that the past can be scattered in the depths of time for dust, and my heart like amber, can pick up mustard.

Lu Zhengkang is also almost lost in such a beautiful night. The festival atmosphere is too strong. These people are really full of banter. During the day, everyone is just ordinary people. At night, when people in strange clothes gather, they show their collected symbols to form another body, which is indulgent but not unbridled. It's a collective dream. In other words, it's countless people hiding themselves who gather to pursue happiness with an ancient theme. It's a true dream. Wuyang district is a dream like world. No wonder so many people are so fond of it.