The kneader was an old man in his 60s, and he took a few small pieces of dough from the dyed dough, kneaded, kneaded, and lifted it several times in his hands, and then used a small bamboo knife to skillfully cut, carve, and scratch it to shape his body, hands, and head, and put on hair accessories, weapons, and clothes.

In an instant, the lifelike Monkey King appeared in front of everyone's eyes!

Originally, it was just a cover-up move, but a smile appeared on Song Kangning's face.

Among the old folk artists, it is really the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, and the craftsmanship of this old man is very exquisite!

Thinking that a few decades later, the handicraft of the 2,000-year-old kneading people was included in the list of intangible cultural heritage of the Yanhuang Kingdom, but it was also faced with the dilemma of having no successor, Song Kangning's heart suddenly stopped.

Walking over, Ji Xingxing, who was standing beside her, glanced at her, and used his divine sense to transmit the voice: "What's wrong, what's uncomfortable?"

Song Kangning shook his head slightly.

"Room 407, do you want to go by yourself, or will I go with you?"

Ji Xingxing's voice sounded in Song Kangning's mind again, Song Kangning moved his lips and said silently: "No need!"

After the noodle man was pinched, it was immediately bought by onlookers who liked it.

Song Kangning even watched the old man pinch six faces, and after the sixth face man Tang Dynasty lady was bought, Song Kangning followed the person.

Ji Xingxing's feet didn't move, but his face was already abrupt.

The woman holding the lady face of the Tang Dynasty walked only a few meters away when she found Song Kangning following her.

After only glancing at Song Kangning, he asked in somewhat stiff Chinese, "Are you Song Kangning?"

Song Kangning sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, she knows me", but he didn't say anything, smiled and nodded.

The woman stopped, turned around and looked straight at Song Kangning, her eyes full of brilliance!

"I'm waiting for you at the school gate at noon, you tripped over something and didn't come out, did you?"

Song Kangning smiled silently.

Then the woman said, "Are you going to my place? there is coffee, juice, and drinks." ”

Seeing that Song Kangning didn't answer her, he continued to make persistent efforts: "There is a small garden in the guest house, why don't we go there to talk?"

Song Kangning finally opened his mouth, but said in Italian: "Go to the car, it's just ahead." ”

The woman snorted, and quickly switched to Italian: "Oh! You know how good it is, I have a hard time speaking Chinese." ”

Song Kangning opened the car door, made a gesture of please, and watched her get into the car without hesitation, and also got into the car with her feet raised.

"Aren't you Chinese, how can you say your mother tongue so hard?"

The woman was a little embarrassed: "I was born in Italy and grew up in Italy. ”

"When I was younger, my parents always communicated with me in Chinese. ”

"But after I went to school, most of my classmates were Italians, and then I lived on campus, so I didn't use Chinese much. ”

"After I don't go to school and work, I can't see the people of Yanhuang anymore. ”

"After a long time, I won't be fluent in speaking, forgive me!"

Song Kangning had already separated a wisp of spiritual power to surround him, and asked seemingly casually: "Why did you come to Yanhuang Kingdom?"

The woman smiled, her oriental face and her very "oriental" expression at this time, if she didn't speak, she really couldn't tell that she was Italian!

"When I was in college, I met Mr. Zhou, who was my mentor's assistant at that time. ”

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