The night market now refers not only to Ping'an Street, but also to Ping'an Street, as the flow of people continues to increase, in addition to Ping'an Street, another Taoli Street has been added. The two streets are not far apart, and they are already crowded at night.

Because it is the eleventh day, there are few college students, and more are some tourists who drag their families or groups of friends.

Although the night market is divided into two streets, this Ping'an Street is much more well-known, so it is very noisy compared to Taoli Street. Admirers probably only recognize Ping An Street.

A parking lot was specially built in an open area, and the crowd of people could only put their cars down this step and enter on foot.

There were more than 30 people on a bus, some men and women, who were all classmates from Tangcheng University.

As half of the host, Ling Luo was supposed to lead the way as the host, but Lin Zitao took the lead. I saw that he seemed to understand everything, and began to introduce the situation here to his classmates.

A group of people walked into Ping'an Street, all kinds of items are available, dizzying, especially some old gadgets are particularly eye-catching. I have probably only been exposed to these things in childhood, and I have even heard of them from my parents.

Stop-and-go, look at this and that, very curious.

Passing by a deserted stall, a young man sat on a horse and smoked a cigarette, with an ashtray in front of him, carefully flicking the ash to not want to dirty the environment. This stall sells young people's clothes, and it is aimed at college students, but during the first day of October, college students have gone home for the holidays, so the business is very sluggish.

However, the young man did not show a trace of sentimentality, he had made a lot of money this year, and he had a car, a house, and a daughter-in-law.

The young man pinched the cigarette butt into the ashtray and shook it in case a spark escaped. Then he raised his eyes and casually looked at the passing crowd.

A group of people came over, good guys, it seems that the group tour is coming. The corners of the young man's mouth curled slightly, as if there was some mockery. I've been here for a long time, I really don't know what's fun?

As the group approached, the young man's face froze, then he squinted, squinting at one of the people in the crowd.

Two women seemed to be interested in the clothes at his stall, so the group stopped here. The young man paid no attention to the customer, his eyes still on the man.

Then he abruptly got up and walked up to the man, a little nervous and so cramped that he stammered.

"Are you...... Brother Luo?"

Ling Luo's mind was spinning rapidly, and he finally found the young man in front of him, who was the one next to Wang Xiaofei's stall.

He smiled and said, "What's the matter?

The young man's eyes widened as if a bright light was emitting, and he shouted, "Ahhh

A howl alarmed everyone nearby.

"Brother Luo, Brother Luo, is it really you, I'm not dreaming!" said the young man with a look of surprise on his face.

Without waiting for Ling Luo to reply, he opened his throat and howled, "Everyone, look! Brother Luo is here!"

Passers-by looked at this place curiously, and the stall owners spread the word one by one, and almost everyone put down their business and gathered here.

For a while, a small place with Ling Luo as the center could not be drained.

Lin Zitao, Fu Kexin and other classmates were gradually squeezed out, and they were shocked to see those stall owners running towards Ling Luo with reverent eyes, and they didn't understand what was going on.

However, another image appeared that they would never forget.

All the stall owners bowed to Ling Luo in unison, shouting in unison, "Brother Luo, Brother Luo!"

Both men and women, young and old, all shouted Brother Luo.

Three Luo Ge sounds, resounding throughout Ping'an Street!

A year ago, they all remembered that without Ling Luo, they would not be where they are now, and in just one year, they have already lived a life that they had never thought of before.

After such a long time, Ling Luo couldn't imagine that they actually remembered him. His eyes turned red, and he said in a deep voice: "Thank you for remembering Ling Luo, Ling Luo is grateful! Everyone disperse, don't affect the traffic!"

Everyone reluctantly dispersed, looking back at Ling Luo in three steps and two times.

Autumn was the first to wake up from the shock and knew that he was excellent, but I really didn't know that he was so good.

How mighty is a man willing to let a group of people bow their heads?

"What have you done?" asked Autumn softly.

Ling Luo looked at the people in the distance and waved his hand, and said, "I just did something inadvertently, but I didn't expect it to be like this! This society, especially the small people in the market, have the heart to repay their kindness!"

The classmates got up again, and the eyes of Ling Luo were already different.

The secretary of Binhai City said that thanks to Ling Luo, without Ling Luo, there would be no current Binhai, and there would be no way for him to be promoted.

The people at the stalls at the Christmas Street Night Market didn't say much, everyone bowed and shouted Brother Luo three times, this kind of gratitude is indescribable.

When he was in school, Ling Luo was the class president and the student union ZHUXI, and now Ling Luo is just a small 4S general manager, but how can a small general manager do this?

They were all thinking, Ling Luo, or that Ling Luo, or the dragon that galloped in the sky, so that they could only look up to it.

All the previous disdain and ridicule turned into a kind of shame and self-blame at this moment, and they all looked at Ling Luo with adoring eyes.

Of course, except for Lin Zitao and Fu Kexin's party. The better Ling Luo performed, the more angry and even fearful they became.

Everyone walked forward, Lin Zitao took the initiative to step back, and Ling Luoqiu walked in front. Every time he passed a stall, the stall owner stood up and bowed seriously.

Until I walked into the Zhengchun Bar.

When you come to Ping'an Street, you naturally want to go to the Zhengchun Bar, which is also a sign.

After inquiry, everyone learned the meaning of the regular bar mentioned by Secretary Xian. Originally, the bar was set up for students, and there were no illegal or unhealthy activities in it, and no fights were allowed. It is based on this gradual development that the fame is getting bigger and bigger, so that many tourists will come here to have a few drinks and enjoy the breath of youth.

Walking in the door, there is a long message wall, written with a lot of confessions, ideals and beliefs, full of vitality and positive energy.

Looking at the messages one by one, it seems like returning to my student days. At that time, Ling Luo built a confession wall, which fulfilled many crazy men and women, one pair after another. It's still in operation today.

Entering the bar, there is a euphemistic and beautiful song "Those Flowers", which is dimly lit and stylish.

Ling Luo was a little puzzled, there would always be people around the bar to shout Brother Luo, but this time it was as if he didn't know him. Have they forgotten after so long?

Everyone sat down, Ling Luo was about to say a treat, but Lin Zitao spoke again.

"Whatever you want to drink, I'll treat you!"

I have to get back my face little by little!