The corners of Song Xiang's lips were raised, but he rolled his eyes, "You tricked me into going up the mountain to feed mosquitoes at night, and you wanted me to thank God."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, his face a little confused.
The fireworks in the sky continue, seemingly endless.
The requirements for artificial aurora are very high. Unless all these fireworks are suspended, it may not be possible tonight.
He stood up, originally wanting Yan Song to do it, but Song Xiang took his hand.
"What are you doing? I got the number I confessed to with great difficulty."
Yan Han frowned and looked around at the fools around him.
There are actually people queuing up to get their number and waiting to confess, what are they thinking?
The wind on the mountain is getting stronger and the temperature is gradually getting lower.
In another hour or two, I'll have to wear a cotton-padded jacket on top.
Song Xiang was easy to talk, but harsh and cold. He said everything he said and had to do it no matter what.
I sent a message quietly without saying much.
People were coming and going around him, so he stood up and stood in front of Song Xiang, blocking all eyes.
Song Xiang was probably tired of waiting, so he always lowered his head.
Seeing this, Yan Han took a step forward and held her shoulder with one hand, allowing her to lean against him.
There were noisy people around, but they were the only ones in this quiet place.
Not long after, there was a sudden commotion.
"Here comes the note!"
Song Xiang woke up with a start and looked up at Yan Han, "What's wrong?"
"People from the Environmental Protection Bureau." Yan Han raised his eyebrows.
Song Xiang looked to the side, and then took another look at Yan Han, and he understood instantly.
Fireworks are banned in the imperial capital, so he must have reported it to the authorities.
"You are too damaged."
"Who asked them to delay my falling in love?" He said confidently.
Song Xiang was helpless, listening to the wailing sounds around him and feeling a little guilty.
Yan Yanhan leaned over and said in her ear: "Don't worry, they are all in their teens or 20s, and there is a high probability that they won't be able to get together. Why are you wasting those fireworks?"
Song Xiang: "..."
The owner of the fireworks show was taken away, and the young lovers had no entertainment items and began to blame each other.
Yan Han doesn't care, he just wants to make his people happy. Whether the world is happy or not is none of his business.
The fireworks are cleared and the sky is clean.
After a while, a faint stream of light began to appear in the sky.
"Is it the Aurora?!"
Someone shouted, and people gathered around.
Song Xiang suddenly became energetic and stood up immediately.
Yan Han saw her trying to restrain her expression and found it cute, so he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face.
"Next, it's your turn."
Song Xiang cleared his throat, stretched out his hand to push him, "Don't block it."
Yan Han gritted his teeth, walked behind her, and hugged her from behind.
Song Xiang swallowed, "It's a foul."
Yan Han: "Can't hear you."
Song Xiang: "..."
Damn, you are still cheating.
Forget it, for the sake of Aurora, let’s not argue with him for the time being.
The scene in the sky has begun to change. At first, there were just a few streaks of light, quickly passing through the sky, and then suddenly, it seemed like large clouds of color floating in from a distance, all of which were jelly-colored.
Large tracts cover the entire sky, illuminating the entire world in the color of aurora.
There were still voices of young lovers talking, but then they all shut up.
The scene was so spectacular, it was probably not much worse than the natural aurora.
"Do you like it?" Yan Han put his chin on her shoulder and asked softly with his eyes closed.
Song Xiang secretly laughed, cleared his throat, and said, "It's not bad."