The color of the sky changed, like a bottle of orange soda exploding in the distant horizon, dyeing the entire sky. The orange scent shuttled through the clouds, and the colors of gold and red affected the world under the setting sun. The people who were on a long journey gradually put down their luggage and began to look for a place to return to at night. The playful children also returned home with the cries of the adults. The night gradually entered the dusk, and the light in the sky became thinner and thinner. It would not be long before it was dark.
But tonight was different. When it was almost seven o'clock, the black curtain had already hung on the bridge in the sky. However, both inside and outside of Gu An Town, it was brightly lit and crowded. Colorful lanterns lit up the remote town like stars. Logically speaking, lamp oil should be extremely precious in this chaotic era of war. One could use it with one hand, not to mention refining lamp oil that could emit different colors. However, tonight was an exception. The annual Lantern Festival was like the founding of the country in the eyes of the lower class of Baroque people. They even respected and looked forward to it. With the prosperity of culture, many songs praising the Lantern Festival emerged among the people.
" Lantern curtains, seven-colored lights, picking on the left and making noise on the right. It's a scene of joy and glory..." Bakar squatted in front of the door and hummed a lantern festival tune. He looked at the bustling market not far away with longing eyes. Under the illumination of the lights, two or three carriages gradually appeared on the street. Bacca jumped up happily." Coming, coming, coming back!”He shouted and jumped happily, completely ignoring how the new clothes he had just changed into were stained with the surrounding dust.
"Kaka, be quiet!" There was a wave of shouts coming from inside the house, sounding somewhat helpless.
"Ah, ah, okay, okay!" Bacca quickly responded, covering his mouth with both hands and quietly peeping into the room. Inside the room, a relatively calm young man who was neither strong nor thin was waving a spear in his hand. A layer of hot sweat soaked his coarse clothes. Bacca didn't understand why he did this, but his brother's eyes were always as sharp as his father's every time he trained his soldiers. A tall and burly figure appeared behind him." Uncle Hill."”Bacca didn't need to turn around to know who it was, so he immediately pounced forward.
"Hey, hey, be careful." The one called Uncle Hill was a bearded man in gray coarse clothes. His arms were almost as thick as Bacca's waist. He carefully put Bacca on the ground and took out two things from his cloth. In his left hand was a glass jar containing a strange brown-black soup, and in his right hand was a small fruit candy. " Same old rules, if you want candy..." Uncle Hill smiled kindly. Bacca looked at the candy in his right hand, took the glass jar, and carefully twisted the lid, emitting a pungent smell." Wow, Uncle Hill, what is this?"”Bacca looked at Uncle Hill with a sad face, but he found that the other party was signaling him with his eyes. He immediately picked up the jar and drank it. Not long after, the jar was empty. Bacca stuck out his tongue. The taste of this thing was really…
Bacca calmly took the candy from Uncle Hill's hand and looked behind him. Another adult in coarse clothes just got out of the carriage and slowly looked at him. That person's body was not strong, but he revealed a sense of refinement from hundreds of battles. His palms were very rough, and there were some dark red bloodstains left between his palms. His eyes were sharp, like an eagle in hunting mode. His face was not as honest and kind as Uncle Hill's, but seemed to be wrapped in a layer of hard ice. Bacca shivered. He didn't like this cold and sharp gaze. He preferred Uncle Scheer's angry and gentle eyes. However, he could not avoid facing this pair of eyes because it was his father, Balsris.
Barno, who had been training in the courtyard, seemed to have heard his father's return. He walked out of the courtyard, his body wrapped in a layer of hot sweat, soaking his coarse clothes.
"Is the training complete?" Balsris looked at the sweaty Baron and pulled the horse to come in front of them. "Yes." Baron replied respectfully. Their father, Balsris, didn't ask any more questions. He pulled the horse into the stable, and Uncle Hill followed closely behind. He even turned around and winked at Bakar comically. Bacca hugged the jar he had just drunk and tried not to laugh out loud, but the emotion of wanting to laugh was still fully displayed on his face. Suddenly, Balsris stopped, and the horse behind him also stopped. Bacca also instantly realized the change and quickly retracted the happy expression on his face. Their father turned around and said to Baron,""Today is the Lantern Festival, so don't practice at night. Take Kaka to the market to take a look.”When Baron heard this, not only did he not show any joy, he frowned instead. However, he still replied,"Yes." Balsris also noticed the change in Baron's expression, but he did not say anything else and went straight to the stable.
Seeing that his father had agreed to let his brother accompany him to the market, Bacca couldn't help but smile, and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. Baron looked at his playful little brother, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face, but it disappeared in an instant. "Brother, hurry up and leave. Don't let Daddy go back on his word!”Barca tugged at Baron's hand, his eyes brimming with energy. Baron stared at him for a few seconds before slowly closing his eyes.
Wait for me to change my clothes."
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