Hangzhou, Railway Station.

The dense crowd is like a tide, slowly surging towards the door, because it is the peak tourist season, so the flow of people this month is extraordinarily large.

People have large bags and small bags, heels to heels, and it is extremely easy to touch others when they raise their hands and stop.

Nameless in the crowd still walked out unhurriedly with the large army.

There was no disgust or irritability on his face, nor joy and excitement, but as calm as ever.

Like a breeze caressing, drizzle.

He carried an old gray-green schoolbag and wore a gray robe like cross talk.

At the exit of the originally noisy train station, a few piercing cries were heard a few moments later.

The crowd began to congest, and the staccato cries and shouts were noticeable.

Just after going out at the station, a child suddenly fainted.

His voice was very loud, and some people around him put down their phones, raised their heads and looked around blankly, and found that they didn't seem to be able to help, so they continued to lower their heads and play with their phones.

Others stretched their necks out and looked out for a long time, but finally saw nothing.

Soon after, the radio was repeated in the hall:

"If there are medical staff at the railway station, or people engaged in related professions, the ambulance cannot arrive at the moment, please go to the gate of the railway station on the first floor to help, and the assistance is ......marked by a blue flag."

People looked left and right, then cast their eyes to the door, and after a few glances, they pulled their suitcases and left.

The girl has been quarantined, and there are staff members standing next to her with blue flags in their hands.

The blue flag moved slowly, and it was extremely conspicuous in the crowd.

Nameless glanced at the original intention of leaving, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The girl's surroundings...... There was a strange feeling, like time around her, standing still.

If it is simply a coma, then the soul will definitely not sleep.

But the girl was different, her three souls, including her own body, were sleeping, as if time had stood still.

A smile appeared in the eyes of the nameless and narrow Danfeng, and this kind of weird and interesting thing was rare.

He turned his head and walked in the direction of the blue flag.

"Who are you, gentleman?"

The staff with the flagpole in his hand glanced at the nameless dress, and was a little unsure if the person who was dressed like a cross talk had misunderstood something.

While thinking, she explained, "If you're a medical professional, it's ......."

She was explaining, but she saw that Nameless only glanced at the fainted child, and then turned away without hesitation.

Everything happened a little fast, and the staff looked at the back of the nameless departure in surprise, and couldn't help sighing: "It's too blatant to look at the excitement." ”

On the way to the West Lake, Nameless secretly thought about the girl's condition as he walked.

It's a little weird, but it doesn't seem like much of a problem.

Of course, for him, these things have nothing to do with him, he has lived too long, if he has to intervene in everything.

Nameless smiled and shook his head, he might as well forget it.

Take care of yourself and fill the sachet early is the right thing to do.

Continuing to walk forward, there is a smell of machinery in the air, and there are very few things that are naturally non-man-made here compared to Qingshan Town.

Spirits rarely stay in the city, because the aura is thin and because they don't fit in.

However, there will still be some of them, such as when Nameless passes by a noodle restaurant, and the ramen master inside is a swallow.

Another example is the green snake that has not left the West Lake so far.

The green snake is no better than Su Xiaoqian, Su Xiaoqian is a mortal, and Fu Zhu himself no longer exists, so their past is still easy to calculate.

But at present, he is facing a green snake that has been practicing for almost a thousand years, and all he can calculate is only a fragmentary fragment.

However, this kind of thing is also rare, most of the demon spirits have cultivated to the age of the green snake, and nine times out of ten they have become immortals.

Nameless was carefully calculating in his mind, and through the divination budget, he vaguely saw the past, which was a little weird:

In his mind, the scales of the huge green snake peeled off and fell off, blood flowed out from under his body, and a group of people in Qing Dynasty costumes shouted loudly, saying that he must burn this demon.

There is also a sky full of snow, winding footprints, and the blue back in the vast snow......

Nameless frowned slightly, he had a strange premonition.

Not only the memory of the green snake, but also because of himself.

It's as if behind the body of a huge green snake, there is something extremely attractive, but this thing only shows the tip of the iceberg.

And the memory of his divination is related to the obsession of the green snake, and so on, what does Xiaoqing plan to do?

Don't think about it anymore, after all, for Nameless, as long as the good thoughts are in hand, the rest doesn't matter.

All the way to the West Lake, because the distance is a little far, it is still walking, so when we arrive at the West Lake, it is already noon the next day.

The West Lake is full of tourists, lively and extraordinary, nameless according to the prediction, towards an ancient alley.

The surrounding buildings still retain the old buildings, there is a slight moss on the walls, bluestone slabs are intermittently paved on the road, and there is a faint fragrance of lotus flowers in the air.

Nameless kept walking in, and the tourists gradually became scarce.

About a stick of incense, Nameless saw a very inconspicuous shop at the end of the alley.

And the door of this store is locked, and there is no intention of picking up customers.

The shop hangs a vermilion plaque with stripped paint, and three words are written on the plaque: oil-paper umbrella.

Nameless chuckled, and the phoenix eyes bent into two lines.

He walked towards the shop, and some of his guesses were confirmed.

Oil paper umbrellas?

Nameless smiled, and the white snake that came to mind a thousand years ago, the broken bridge of the West Lake was left with guests due to rain, and the white snake was bonded because of the umbrella.

"Bang bang bang ......" Nameless reached out and knocked on the door three times.

Soon after, the wooden door opened, and a young man stood in the doorway.

The young man was in his twenties, wearing a gray-green long-sleeved shirt and a white undershirt, the cuffs of the youth shirt were rolled up, revealing his white wrists, and a red rope on his wrists.

The wrist is white, and against the background, the red rope is particularly bright.

And he was half-leaning against the wall at the moment, with a merry smile on his face.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, I told you to come, I've heard about you, how can I say it, your clothes are too torn......"

The young man spoke, then took a step back and pointed to the room:

"Specially cleaned, come in and sit, the place is small, but barely it can be, better than the sky-high hotel on the edge of the West Lake. ”

Nameless did not change his color, and glanced at the room a few times.

Counters, chairs, wooden tables, and more than two dozen oil-paper umbrellas hanging upside down on the roof.

Under the light, the oil-paper umbrella is slightly reflected in warmth, and the handle of the umbrella hangs on the roof, and the umbrella surface is stretched open and falls naturally.

Peony, bamboo, auspicious clouds, bluegrass......

The pattern painted on the surface of the umbrella is unique, and each fold is indentated.