Chinatown.

The architectural style of the late 80s in China, the nostalgic tones, and the familiar traditional Chinese character depicting the plaque 'Jin Jiang Hotel'. Many countries have such a place, where those Chinese people who are outside gather together, and coming here is like coming home.

Jiang Ning held a cup of hot tea in his hand, standing at the corner of Chinatown, looking up at a glance, it was full of prosperity.

Pedestrians coming and going, Chinese around their ears, and words that are familiar at a glance...... Foreign, feel very kind.

He did not book a ticket back to China, and now that he is going back, even if he goes back, he will spend the Chinese New Year's Eve alone and alone. In previous years, there were one or two friends outside, and when he went home, there were Jiang Li, or Zhang Xuemei, but now, he has nothing.

Anyway, they've already gone abroad, so it's better to take a good walk outside and talk about it after the New Year.

Standing at the intersection of this person's coming and going, many compatriots would take the initiative to greet him, and Jiang Ning also responded with a smile.

This is what it feels like to be at home, and for the first time he feels that the cold winter wind is not so biting.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of ravioli. ”

Jiang Ning has been strolling from the afternoon to the evening, and has not walked the entire Chinatown. There are many shops here, and he still feels hungry when he is hungry, so he first finds a random shop to eat.

I have to say that the food in Chinatown is still very authentic, and he smelled the fragrance from a store from a long distance. This is a dim sum shop, Jiang Ning asked for a bowl of wontons, a xiaolongbao, and sat down in the store.

There are very few people in the shop, and it is quiet. When Jiang Ning's request came up, he broke open a pair of disposable chopsticks, picked up a small long bao and blew it, and then put it in his mouth.

The taste of xiaolongbao is still very good, whether it is from the thickness of the skin or the filling of the meat filling, it is the best Jiangning has eaten over the years.

When he used to wander outside, he used to eat wontons at a wonton shop owned by an aunt, which had thin skin and filling, and the soup was delicious. When Jiang Ning was the poorest, he only had a five-yuan bill in his pocket, and the wontons were six yuan a bowl, and that time he stood at the door of the store and hesitated for a long time, and the aunt saw his difficulties, led him into the store, and gave him a bowl of wontons.

It was the best bowl of ravioli he had ever eaten in his life.

Life is sometimes very peculiar, when the wine is used as a song at the wine table, some people sit in the corner of the table and look lonely, but those who talk and laugh and drink may not really initiate inner communication.

They are for entertainment, for profit, disguise their hearts, and only reveal the side that the other party wants to see.

Who is more lonely of these two types of people?

Accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, sometimes a bowl of wontons will also become a source of melancholy.

The simplest is often the most impressive.

"Boss, pay the bill. Jiang Ning got up after eating, left a fifty yuan bill on the table, and walked out.

"Young man, looking for your money...... the owner of the dim sum shop chased him out, a bowl of wontons and a xiaolongbao, and it didn't cost fifty yuan at all.

"No need. Jiang Ning smiled. "It's for you, the ravioli is delicious, thank you. ”

"This ......"

"Take it. Jiang Ning insisted.

To be honest, it is not easy for him to eat a bowl of wontons that touch so much.

There are a lot of shops in Chinatown, but the things sold here are not much different from those in China. This is a living area for Chinese, and foreigners who come here may buy a souvenir to go back, but for Chinese people, the things sold here are all over the streets and alleys of China.

Jiang Ning walked into an antique shop, the owner was an old man, he didn't look very interested, sitting on a chair, Jiang Ning didn't even bother to raise his head when he walked in.

"I pick what I like, the things on the innermost three shelves are not negotiable, and the rest, it depends on my mood, or, depending on your ability......" he said angrily.

Jiang Ning smiled: "Old man, why do you still look at my ability?"

"Look at your bargaining skills, if you can move me, it's not a matter of giving me a three-to-five discount. ”

Jiang Ning felt that this old man was a little interesting, and said with a smile: "Then if I have enough ability, wouldn't you give me this thing for free?"

"If you have that ability, my cigarette is yours. The old man pointed to a cigarette hanging on the wall. "That's an old guy who's been with me for over twenty years. ”

"A gentleman doesn't like anyone, and I don't smoke. Jiang Ning said.

"Then ...... Take a look. ”

Jiang Ning actually didn't study antiques, when he was a child, Jiang Li bought a jade cup, and he almost didn't use it as a teacup to drink water.

The innermost area of the antique shop sells ornaments, hairpins, headbands, and all kinds of rouge gouache. Jiang Ning once suspected that the so-called rouge gouache here was just a reprocessing of the cosmetics bought from outside, and then changing the packaging.

Walking past several shelves, Jiang Ning's gaze stayed at the top of one shelf.

There is a row of hairpins neatly hung there, with various forms, some like phoenixes, and some like waterfalls. If this workmanship had been placed in ancient times, it is estimated that many women would be willing to spend a lot of money to buy it.

Jiang Ning was not interested in those bells and whistles, and his gaze stayed in one place.

The golden hairpin body, the swirling hairpin tail slowly holds up a red bead. There are two small chains hanging down the tail of the hairpin, and four small red beads are tied.

Red bean hairpins.

Jiang Ning fell in love at a glance.

Red beans are born in the south, a few branches are sent in spring, I wish you to pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.

Jiang Ning likes this poem very much, and it gives a high level of longing...... After so many years outside, every time he recalled this poem, he never forgot the last line.

This thing is the most lovely.

This hairpin...... It's a good match for her.

Jiang Ning smiled, reached out and took off the hairpin, and then walked towards the front desk.

"Boss, how much is this?"

The old man looked up: "Two thousand, no bargaining." ”

"How do I pay?" Jiang Ning asked.

The old man looked at him in surprise: "I said I don't bargain, you really don't bargain?"

"Nope. Jiang Ning lowered his head and looked at the hairpin in his hand. "This is for the person I care about the most, I don't want it to drop the price, not negotiating, it shows that it has weight. ”

"If I have to cut the price of what I give her, how much weight does she have in my heart?"

The old man looked at him and did not speak. Silently turned around and opened the drawer, then took out another hairpin from inside.

The hairpin in his hand is the same as the one Jiang Ning is holding, but in terms of workmanship, the hairpin in his hand is more delicate, and the beads are more shiny.

"Here's it for you, one thousand eight, no bargaining. The old man said angrily.

Jiang Ning was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced: "Thank you, boss." ”

"Don't thank me, boy, I think you're very serious about giving this thing to you, if you give it away, people agree, but you have to treat people well......"