"Don't you mind if I post it online?" Hu Yang asked with a smile at the stall owner.

"Don't mind. "It's not something to be seen.

She thought that Hu Yang was a somewhat well-known food blogger and promoted her in front of her daughter.

Of course, she doesn't think that poplar publicity will bring her many customers.

"Baby, uncle is leaving!" said goodbye to the little girl.

"Goodbye, uncle!" she said with a crisp smile.

Hu Yang left here with a smile, and when he walked down the wide alley, he had finished his mung bean smoothie.

I took out my phone again and posted the photos I had just taken on Weibo.

[Rongcheng, not only the tavern on Yulin Road, you might as well come to Kuanzhai Alley for a walk, the little girl's mung bean smoothie is very good, I tasted it ten years ago, and it is still a familiar taste. ］

Those who have long followed Hu Yang's Weibo and set up special reminders, countless people have received system prompts just after his Weibo was sent.

[Sofa]

[Bench]

[Wow, Brother Yang actually sent a food recommendation]

[I'm in Kuanzhai Alley now, Brother Yang, where are you......? ］

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Hu Yang's Weibo post has been posted less than 100,000 times in less than 100 minutes.

It's horrifying.

But these poplars didn't know that he had already walked into a teahouse.

Once he and Song Wenxian went to the teahouse where he watched a play and drank tea here.

Tianfu people love to watch plays, and in their spare time, they go to the teahouse to taste the fragrance of tea while watching the performance, and spend a beautiful and comfortable time leisurely.

Nowadays, in the wide and narrow alleys of Rongcheng, there are still many such theaters and teahouses, which are enthusiastically performing for tourists every day.

Hu Yang sat in a corner of the teahouse, quietly listening to the host introduce the next performance.

Watching quietly, it is not a simple face-changing drama with Tianfu characteristics.

This is a story about Kuanzhai Alley, a woman from a good family who was forced to marry by the rich man's son, and finally committed suicide by hanging a beam.

Although the content of the story is ordinary and the plot is very simple, it is vivid and interesting to interpret by them.

Not only has a complete storyline, but also organically intersperses opera singing, martial arts performances, acrobatics, face changing, and sketches, and also innovatively travels through the past and the present, with rich and interesting content.

After nearly an hour of performance, Populus euphratica has been watching with relish, which is really rare.

After the curtain call, there are still many people who are still unsatisfied.

It should be said that their performance was a success, and the show was indeed polished by the performance team and responsible for the audience.

Leaving the teahouse, Hu Yang glanced at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock, and he felt that he would go back if he walked again.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that it was so late, and he wondered if anyone had called him.

Sure enough, there were several missed calls and more than a dozen text messages on it.

In general, he doesn't want to be disturbed and just puts the phone on silent instead of vibrating.

Hu Yang first looked through the content of the text message and learned that the phone number they gave him was the mung bean smoothie recommended by him on Weibo.

Ask him what happened.

It was clear from the text message that something unusual seemed to have happened inside.

When I opened Weibo, I found that many people commented under my Weibo.

Among them, the reply with the most likes: [After a lot of hardship, I finally arrived at the mung bean smoothie stall recommended by Brother Yang, and confirmed from the stall owner that Brother Yang had indeed bought mung bean smoothie here, photo link]

Hu Yang clicked on it, and there were many photos of bloggers, stall owners and her daughter.

Seeing this, Hu Yang also gave him a thumbs up.

I replied to the people who had just called me one by one, saying that I was just coming to take a walk, and I felt something delicious when I saw it, so I recommended it.

Among them, the phone of the parents-in-law told them that they would go back later, and they had just been watching a play in the teahouse and were muted, and they didn't notice that there was a phone.

Hearing that Hu Yang called her back, Qiao Jinwen and the others were relieved.

As long as Populus can call back, as for whether it is late to come back.

These are small things, don't mind.

After doing these things, Hu Yang walked forward for a while, and there was a little less crowd than before entering the teahouse.

After all, it is getting late, and many people who come to travel either go to Jiuyanqiao Yulin Road, which has just become lively.

Either go back to your hotel to rest and prepare for tomorrow's trip.

So the number of people will be relatively small.

After walking for a while, Hu Yang thought about it and walked through a narrow alley from an alley.

He thought that so many people saw his Weibo, and he didn't know how many customers he could get for the stall owner.

As a result, before he could get closer, he saw many people taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Through the cracks and the discussion of the surrounding crowd, Hu Yang knew that the stall owner's mung bean smoothie had long been sold out.

Many people still lament that they came late and couldn't eat the same mung bean smoothie as Populus euphratica.

As for coming tomorrow, they regretfully said that this is the closest distance between them and Populus euphratica.

It's a pity that it's just lost.

Hearing these words, Hu Yang smiled.

Looking at the smiling stall owner and the little girl with a bright smile, a smile flashed in his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

No longer have to show up in front of their mother and daughter, no need for their gratitude.

Hu Yang walked slowly out of the alley.

A poem comes to mind.

[in the light sun]

[long wide narrow alley]

[Time all over the place]

[The past brushes the sleeves of passers-by]

[This place called Rongcheng]

[a lot of leisure happiness]

[At your fingertips]

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[Smoke-filled alley]

[Smells of Old Rongcheng]

[gray wooden door]

[Open yesterday's memories for those who came]

[Old Teahouse]

[Telling about the life of Rongchengjing]

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[A Hundred Years Alley]

[Experiencing the Glory and Withering of Mortal Dust]

[I also read countless sentient beings]

[Someone will be youth]

[hung on the carved eaves]

[Someone will be idle]

[Thrown on a clean stone road]

[There are also people who will story]

[hastily packs into his bags]

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[Open the heavy door of the deep lock of memory]

[The wide and narrow alleys of Rongcheng]

[Waiting for passers-by with the same style every day]

[Never the earliest]

[It's Never Too Late]

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The memories of the past are gradually awakened in the lanterns and in the cold mung bean smoothie.

The good memories that I never remembered in the past also resurfaced in my mind at this moment.

Hu Yang felt that it was a very good decision to go through the path they had taken in the past.

Let yourself have more good memories too.

Time flies, time flies, leaving behind memories that will never fade.

On the way back, Hu Yang thought about it and posted the poem he just remembered on Weibo.