Today is Qixi Festival.
Essentially, there's no difference between Qixi Festival, Valentine's Day, Christmas Eve, Christmas, New Year's Day—people thrive in drought and drown in floods, especially those with poor eyesight recently.
Jiangzhou is the provincial capital, a major southeastern city with tens of millions of residents. On this festive occasion, the city is a riot of color with lanterns and wine, fireworks filling the sky.
Gu Yu sat on a bench in the commercial district's pedestrian zone, watching the vibrant youth bustling by, feeling quite sentimental. He reminisced about his own youth more than twenty years ago—university campus, passionate girlfriend, deeply in love, leaves in the whirling wind.
Stirred by the scene, he casually slapped out a magical talisman: "How about we grab a meal together, maybe catch a movie?"
Shortly after, a streak of light flew back from the direction of Ba Mountain, "Scram!"
Alas… goddesses really are no fun!
