Tang Li didn't get it.
Little Monk scratched behind his ear, his cheeks flushing, and then said, "Isn't there a village at the foot of the mountain? New Year's Day is coming in a few days. We have a custom here that during the holidays, there will be activities at night. Aunt Zhang is worried that you'll be bored on the mountain, so she asked me to find you."
"Like a bonfire," Little Monk described with some difficulty, but he still tried to explain to Tang Li, "There are few men, it's mostly women and children. If you want to sing and dance, you can, and there will be food to eat; it's really fun."
Tang Li bent down and lightly scraped his nose, "It seems that Little Master has not yet given up worldly desires."
Little Monk's face turned so red it seemed he might bleed.
He eagerly asked Tang Li, "So will you go?"
