Guo Village and Baligou were both rural places. Since Li Yinfeng had married into Baligou, she had not seen such a lively Lantern Festival for years. Hearing the gongs and drums from the streets, she had long since become unable to sit still, seeming even more anxious than Zhang Xiaohua to go out.
In contrast, eighteen-year-old Zhang Xiaohua sat there properly, smiling.
Nonsense. His divine sense had long since gone out, so of course he had no need to be so anxious.
Yet his steady composure unconsciously made everyone present regard him even more highly. Indeed, look at that child—he truly had mingled about in a big city before. That calmness was not something ordinary people could compare with.
Seeing that the time was about right and everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Old Shopkeeper Li rose. Together with Shopkeeper Yu, he led the group out into the streets, following the crowd as they admired the lanterns lining both sides of the road.
The fifteenth day of the first month was precisely the day of the full moon. High in the sky hung a clear, bright moon. Quite a few shops along the street had put up homemade lanterns, while vendors had set out stalls to hawk decorative lamps.
Among the crowd were old and young alike, each carrying a lamp in hand as they walked and watched, watched and chatted. Not long after Zhang Xiaohua and the others left the Li residence, they came across a lantern stall. Old Shopkeeper Yu waved his hand grandly and bought one for everyone. Even Zhang Cai gladly accepted, carrying a lantern neither too big nor too small in his hand. Zhang Xiaohua found it rather strange. In his impression, his father had been somewhat old-fashioned; he had never seen him hold