Counting from the first day of May, two days of speaking and one day of memorizing, it was the Dragon Boat Festival in a blink of an eye. Ryan Cui got up in the morning and quietly took out the colorful thread, tied it high on his left arm, rolled up his sleeves to cover it so that no one could see it. When it rained one day, he would throw it into the water. According to custom, the illness would go away with the water.
He was not a superstitious person, and when he was a real child in his previous life, he did not care much about these customs. It was just that this colorful thread was given by someone, and he was wearing it because of the person's thoughtfulness.
The school did not have a holiday on the Dragon Boat Festival as usual. Before leaving, he asked people to give away the rice dumplings they had made as gifts according to the custom when Councillor Cui was in office, and also added some exquisite mugwort dumplings to make a generous portion for the Xie family.
He carried a basket of rice dumplings, tied a sachet to ward off evil spirits around his waist, and went to the Imperial College with his schoolbag on his back. The college also asked the monks to hang cattail dragons and mugwort tigers everywhere. They were woven with short and fat bodies and two small ears propped up, just like the clay tigers and cloth tigers in folk art. They were dyed with fragrance and the whole school was filled with fewer flies and insects flying around in the summer.
Ryan Cui first put the basket of rice dumplings in the dormitory, and then followed the dormitory head to the lecture hall to listen to the students' repetition.
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