Chapter 240: Love Town 15

Chapter 240 Love Town 15

"Well, we are here because we have a question and want to ask you for advice." Fu Anan nodded to him,

"The other version of the story about the origin of the festival that you mentioned last time, can you tell me in its entirety?"

"Of course!" Zhou Jingyou opened the door and made an inviting gesture, "I can tell you everything you want to know."

Fu Anan said thank you.

Passed Zhou Jingyou, and sat on the sofa with Fu Yizhi.

Zhou Jingyou stood at the door, took a deep breath, and there was a trace of obsession in his eyes—Miss Xiaohua smelled even more fragrant than yesterday.

Entering the room and pouring a glass of water for the two, Zhou Jingyou looked at Fu Anan, "Miss Xiaohua, do you want to know the love story about Jiang Hua Tang?"

Fu Anan thought for a while, "Is there anything earlier than this?"

Zhou Jingyou smiled and shook his head, glanced at Fu Yizhi next to her, and said with a hint of showing off,

"I have read all the books about love festivals in the small town library. The earliest time goes back to seventy years ago, a newspaper interviewed by the mayor of a small town.

It tells about a man and a woman who really love each other, but their families don’t agree with them being together, and the woman’s parents betroth her to a powerful bully in the town. \'

Speaking of bullies, Zhou Jingyou glanced at Fu Yizhi who was facing him again, paused slightly and continued talking,

"However, on the wedding day, the girl rose up to resist, killed the bully, and then committed suicide with the man she loved.

The two died with a grudge and cursed the entire town. Residents of the small town began to kill each other. Half a month later, the entire town had almost no living people, and it became a dead town.

When the people outside found out, the only survivor was also crazy, unable to explain what happened.

Later, people from other towns moved here. After the village was established, December 8 became a festival to commemorate them. At that time, there was no food, so the special **** flower candy was used instead.

Later, the town went through various planning, renovation, and commercialization, and the content of the story became more and more beautified, and there was even a flower folding day purely for making money. "

Said that Zhou Jingyou sighed slightly, "If it wasn't for this newspaper, I wouldn't know about it. In order to make money, the story of the love festival has been beautified to such an extent that the young residents of the town probably don't know this story anymore. Bar."

So what happened in the middle?

Any records of pink dust cloud?

It seems that Zhou Jingyou doesn't know either.

"Miss Xiaohua, it's getting late now, may I invite you to dinner?" Zhou Jingyou felt that he performed well today, so he struck while the iron was hot and invited Fu Anan.

"No, no, thank you!"

Fu An'an refused without even thinking about it. Since she is not interested in others, she naturally cannot let others misunderstand her.

Zhou Jingyou was the only one left in the room, smelling the fragrance left in the air, his pupils were slightly red, and he bit a few words on his lips—"Miss Xiaohua!"

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After a busy day outside, Fu Anan made a special call when she returned to her room and asked the customer service in the hotel to deliver a big meal.

It was a female student who came to deliver the food.

Delivered the plate to the door, but kept looking into the room.

What's in the room?

Papa Fu.

Sure enough, he is the kind of person who doesn't take the initiative to provoke others, and others will pounce on him.

"Thank you." Fu Anan took the food, pushed it in by herself, and closed the door, blocking the waiter's sight.

"Brother Fu, eat!"

Fu Anan brought out the meal he ordered.

Fried skewers, crab meat stew, lobster...

Fu Yizhi glanced at the table, unknowingly, Fu Anan's dietary requirements in the game have been reduced to no requirements.

(end of this chapter)

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