Are you awake? so early?" Gao Qianqian sat on a bluestone in front of the door, looked at the morning sun in the distance, and said without looking back.

"You're pretty early, don't you like to watch the sunrise?" Zhang Baiyuan sat next to Gao Qianqian with a big grin and asked casually.

Gao Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then replied casually: "I like light, and I like the sun, because it is the messenger of light, the earth, people, and small animals are inseparable from it, and light is such a beautiful thing." I hope that everyone in this world can be bathed in the sun, and it will be very happy. When she spoke, she smiled faintly, and her hand casually pulled a trace of hair on her face to her ear, which looked particularly beautiful in the light of the early sun.

"Eh, are you well?" Gao Qianqian turned her head and glared at Zhang Baiyuan with her beautiful little eyebrows.

"Of course, I'm in good shape. Zhang Baiyuan proudly showed off his extra biceps.

"Is it my delusion? Why do I think you seem to be a little more handsome?" Gao Qianqian looked at Zhang Baiyuan suspiciously, always feeling that he was a little more angular than before.

"I don't know what happened to me, but I feel like everything has changed after I get some sleep. Zhang Baiyuan snorted, and then changed the topic, "By the way, when will you have breakfast." ”

"Breakfast? Gao Qianqian pursed her lips and glanced at Zhang Baiyuan with disdain, "What kind of family is it, and you still want to eat breakfast?"

'Ding' sounded abruptly in Zhang Baiyuan's heart, followed by an emotionless electronic voice, "The task system is activated, a good day starts with a delicious breakfast, please make breakfast within an hour and a half, and the system will score the task." If the host does not complete the task within the allotted time, the host's gustatory sense will be deducted for one month. ”

The voice of the machine was extremely cold, like a machine with no emotion...... No, it's just a machine.

"????" Zhang Baiyuan only felt that one head was two big, this is still a stick and radish routine, losing the sense of taste for a month, it sounds like nothing, but when I think of eating anything, there is no taste.... For a foodie like Zhang Baiyuan, it is clear that he wants to die.

Time was pressing, Zhang Baiyuan looked back at the dilapidated hut, and was silent for a while, thinking that there was no food to cook, and it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, by the way, if there was no food, you could go to the market to buy it.

"Is there a market here?" asked Zhang Baiyuan.

"Bazaar, what are you going to do?" Gao Qianqian subconsciously pointed in a direction, the bazaar, there are fish, meat, fruits, beautiful hairpins and ...... But what does that have to do with us......

"No money!" Gao Qianqian suddenly realized something, her silver teeth bited, her beautiful eyes were round, her hands were on her waist, and she looked at Zhang Baiyuan angrily, obviously a good man who asked for money but did not have a life.

Zhang Baiyuan surrendered with both hands in one fell swoop, no money, no money, my dignified 21st century top student can still be stumped by a breakfast?

But if you want to buy groceries, you need money, so where do I go to earn some money?

"Is there a hawthorn at home?" Zhang Baiyuan thought about it and asked tentatively, he didn't know how the plants and animals in this world were different from the earth, but if there was a hawthorn, it could be made into a rock sugar gourd, cheap and affordable.

"Yes. ”

"Is there any sugar?"

"Nope. It's not too festive, what are you doing with sugar?" Gao Qianqian glared at Zhang Baiyuan again.

Zhang Baiyuan made her stare in a cold sweat, it seems that in the future, as long as it is about money, don't think about telling her....

Alas, is it so difficult for me to have breakfast?

Zhang Baiyuan looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, turned his head away, and walked in the direction pointed by Gao Qianqian.

Looking at Zhang Baiyuan's back, Gao Qianqian sneered.

"He seems to be a little different...... Gao Qianqian blinked her eyes wide, thinking to herself.

............

"The finest floral cloth and the finest silk!!"

"Rouge gouache, sell rouge gouache!!"

"Carved pen holders, sandalwood, agarwood, pear blossom wood, the four treasures of the study also come to see!!"

Whether it is a permanent storefront or a street stall, there are people shouting from time to time, and although it is still morning, the market is already bustling.

"How can you make some money?" Squatting at the entrance of the market, Zhang Baiyuan frowned.

"By the way, I can be a showman. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, subway, train station, streets and alleys, singing, monkey playing, and having a head.

"Since I've decided to sell my art, then what do I use to sell, huh...... That's it!"If you want to say what specialties Zhang Baiyuan will have, it will really be a lot, what violin, guitar, piano, all dabbling, after all, he is an all-round scholar, but what he said above is useless, because not to mention whether there are these instruments he said before in this world, even if there is, Zhang Baiyuan can't come to it, time is there, but this does not prevent Zhang Baiyuan from performing arts, I saw Zhang Baiyuan walk to a tree on the side of the street and grab a leaf casually.

Coincidentally, the normal leaf flute is made of thatch, or lychee leaves, and the leaves of this tree whose name Zhang Baiyuan can't pronounce are not old or tender, and the width is just right, just enough to make a leaf flute.

Zhang Baiyuan leaned on the trunk of the tree, skillfully folded a few times, and a small leaf flute appeared in Zhang Baiyuan's hand.

"Toot, toot...... Doodle...... Tut, toot, toot, toot, ......" The sound of the flute came from the leaves, and the old medieval red English folk song "Scarborough Bazaar" was reinterpreted by Zhang Baiyuan in another world.

With a long prelude, Zhang Baiyuan seems to bring the breath of red Britain on the blue ball, which is an ancient ballad that originated with the Vikings and Celts, and the noble barbarian has the same delicate soul.

The melody, which is full of sensitive poetry and subtle resentment, isolates the distractions of the red world, dispels the gloom and reluctance, and bids farewell to the noise and glitz.

Zhang Baiyuan closed his eyes, he was very intoxicated, because this was not only a task issued by the system, but also the first time he had reproduced the knowledge he had brought from the blue ball on this foreign land, and he didn't notice that because of the sound of his flute, the surroundings seemed to enter a strange state.

Liu Ruyi stretched her waist in high spirits, she was wearing a well-fitting blue dress, tied up her black hair high and tied a high braid, full of heroism, fifteen-year-old She has been slim and elegant, her eyes are very good-looking, her facial features are exquisite, her body is full of youthful atmosphere, giving people a sense of purity and beauty, and her jade legs are slender and erect, and her curves are elegant.

"Whew, it's finally here, let's go to the market before meeting my uncle, it's the first time I've visited the morning market. Hey. ”

Liu Ruyi walked into the ancient and chic market entrance of the small town, and the familiar shopkeeper offered a long-lost smile and greeting, like a luscious bamboo leaf gently brushing through a dry throat.

The grocer nodded with satisfaction, it was a feast of spices, celery, cattail, thyme, and rosemary were illuminated by the sun, exuding a warm and fragrant smell with the wildflowers growing in the small town, and the crisp autumn breeze carried a rich fragrance, sweeping over the endless fields, passing the rivers that were about to freeze, skimming the two high mountains that sighed for eternity, and going straight to the blood-colored early sun in the distant sky, the fragrant fragrance was as irrepressible and timeless as the longing for a distant lover.

The breath of the mountains, the smell of the sun, and the fragrance of spices all seem to echo the faint melancholy and sorrow of the twilight warriors, bringing with them the depressed thoughts and loneliness from the soul.

Liu Ruyi took a deep breath, under the crisp autumn air, everything used to become quiet, just like the color of sparse yellow leaves, and like the confusion of sobriety in the twilight, only the constant breeze lingered in my heart.