"Brother Li, look! There are lanterns in the sky!"
All those who heard the voice immediately looked up and saw the small lights floating in mid-air, round paper globes undulating like jellyfish.
"Just Kongming Lanterns, nothing to fuss over," Li Huowang said as he lifted his bowl and took a sip of the extraordinarily delicious shrimp soup.
Kongming Lanterns, bearing various surnames like "Fu," "Miao," "Zhao," and "Li," slowly ascended towards the sky, blending with the speckled stars.
Those releasing the Kongming Lanterns wiped away their tears, which seemed to be a way of commemoration in Da Liang.
"Not just in the sky, look, there are some over that distant river too!"
On the great river running through Yinling City, sparkles of light also appeared, flickering among the flower boats.
"Da Liang really has a variety of customs," Li Huowang mumbled to himself as he looked at the Kongming Lanterns.
