"Uncle, I bought it for fifty yuan." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Someone sneered: "This uncle has to sell for fifty dollars for a piece of sugar, and you want to buy this candy painting for fifty yuan, you want to be beautiful too much."

"I don't want to eat this sugar painting even if I buy it back, but it's made of sugar, and if you don't eat it, it's not easy to keep, and it will break down after a long time at home.

If you are reluctant to eat, it will be bad, and the ornamental value is far from its actual value, it is not cost-effective, and the cost performance is simply negative.

I'm not going to buy this kind of thing."

The uncle hasn't shouted the bid yet, but the posture of fifty yuan a piece of candy just now has already let the onlookers know that this old man's painting will never be low.

Even though he knew it in his heart, when the uncle shouted out the price, everyone was still frightened by the old man's lion mouth.

"898, as long as 898, the wonderful sugar painting to take home".

When this old man is usually at home, he must have been brainwashed by TV shopping advertisements.

"Uncle, you are more ruthless than people touching porcelain.

It's candy, you think it's a work of art."

Although they didn't buy it, people were still indignant by the old man's high price.

Now even the old craftsmen have become bad businessmen.

The crowd sighed, and no one wanted to buy it.

Even if it is in the area of Bao'en Temple, it is not foreign friends or locals who go shopping.

At this price, it is indeed staggering to buy a snack candy painting.

The old man doesn't seem to be in a hurry, in the past, his sugar paintings could indeed be bought with a toothpaste skin.

But isn't the economy good now, and people are very respectful of some traditional crafts that are on the verge of being lost or extinct.

As he gets older, his hands are not as flexible as before, and he has to save more money to save for retirement in the future.

In fact, the price of his sugar paintings has slowly risen according to market needs.

This uncle is on the side of the street little by little trying to make people bear the bottom line of the price.

At this price, he sold a few foreigners last week.

Look at those foreigners I like it very much, the old man looks around, bad luck today, there seems to be no foreigner on the street at this moment.

The people in the circle in front of them seem to be saying sour words, no one will buy it.

The old man wondered if he would reduce the price, anyway, the cost was very low.

I looked up and saw the little girl eating the silk candy.

This little girl seems to be like a daughter of a family who does not know the world, and is not short of money.

Only the one who lacks to play.

"Little girl, seeing that you took care of my business so much just now, how about I sell this sugar painting to you for 500 yuan cheaply?"

There was a laugh from the crowd: "This old man must have seen that this little girl was stupid and a loser just now, and now he treats her as a wronged leader."

"Little girl, your family's money is not blown by the wind, and it is better to donate it than to give it to such a black-hearted uncle.

You see you just spent a hundred dollars on his sugar, and now he's cheating you like a fool.

Add a piece of 600 yuan, and I tell you, if you go to buy candy, you won't be able to eat it all in eight lifetimes. ”

People told Su Yun how bad this old man was.

The profit of doing a small business is not high, but the profit of this old man is so high.

This creates a sour grape mentality in people's hearts.

In addition, this old man is stingy in business, so it is rare for people to stand on the same front.

Ruining people's business in front of their burdens.

I don't look at this uncle's scalded hands and inconvenient legs because of long-term sugar boiling.

Su Yun ate the candy and looked at the old man's guy, and then looked at the sugar painting, and actually really agreed.

"Okay, I bought this candy painting."

The crowd roared again.

"This girl is not lacking in heart".

"It's such a loser, if my daughter doesn't save so much, and spends money lavistly, I have to die."

"Everyone else told her, and she still spent a few hundred yuan to buy it, she was showing off her wealth."

……

"Fourth brother, give money".

Zhou Yuanrui took out his wallet and took out a pile of 100 in her white and tender little hands.

turned around and scolded: ", it's our own family's business to love how to spend money."

You need to talk nonsense.

Is it spending your family's money, or eating your family's rice?

One or two, with a hole in the pig's head, it is regarded as a mouth, and no matter who it is, they want to say two words.

Fuck it, I'll see who says it, cripple you. ”

As soon as Zhou Yuanrui came up and scolded him like this, others looked at the dress on his body, and no one really came out to scold him.

"Hey! Grandson! I'll see you shoot again.

I'll throw it for you, believe it or not! ”

There was a man who looked like a science and engineering otaku wearing glasses holding a mobile phone and taking pictures, Zhou Yuanrui pointed over, and the boy immediately put the mobile phone away.

In this capital, ordinary people will not mess with unclear and rich gentlemen if they have nothing to do.

Zhou Yuanrui's image looks very consistent.

Therefore, people are sensible and do not care about him.

I only scolded him stupidly in my heart.

Su Yun didn't eat the candy painting, but looked left and right, then sniffed, put it in his mouth and bit a little.

Zhou Yuanrui was angry just now, and he was in a much better mood, there are always so many grandsons who owe scolding.

Seeing Su Yun sniffing and licking like a kitten.

"My ancestors, where are you eating sugar, you are eating feelings.

Don't be reluctant to eat, isn't it just a few hundred yuan a piece, if you like to eat, I'll invite that uncle to his house and make candy paintings for you to eat every day."

"When I was young, I also loved to eat candy people, and at that time, I was with Qian Wu and a few of them in the West Hutong.

I often encountered candy blowers in the alley, and at that time I shot the turntable accurately, and every time I could shoot the sugar man with Sun Monkey straining.

That's the best kind of candy man.

It is also the most troublesome to pinch, which is to put a Jiang rice bowl made of sugar behind the butt of Sun Monkey.

The master of the candy seller put syrup in the belly of the sugar man and removed the tail of the monkey.

The syrup leaked out and flowed into the Jiangmi bowl, and when the syrup was finished, the Jiangmi bowl was eaten with Sun Monkey.

At that time, I had to eat one every day, and now that I look back, I don't know how I didn't get tired of it at that time.

Although in retrospect, the taste is greasy.

But at that time, the years were like being sweetened by the sugar man, and the old houses in the alley looked warm and sweet in the red of the sunset."

For Zhou Yuanrui, who has always looked very handsome, suddenly became nostalgic for literature and art, Su Yun felt that it was very incompatible with his temperament.

However, it is not incomprehensible, there are places in everyone's heart that others can't touch.

Maybe Zhou Yuanrui, who looks generous and righteous on the outside, is actually a person who is sensitive and misses the old in his heart.

Su Yun didn't really want to delve into what kind of person Zhou Yuanrui was, because you, Zhou Yuanrui, were a very comfortable brother to get along with.

It's just that this brother often calls her little ancestor very uncomfortable.

Hence the protests.

"Fourth brother, I'm not your ancestor, why do you often call me a little ancestor or something."

Hearing Su Yun's serious questioning.

Zhou Yuanrui was a little crying and laughing.

"In the dialect of the capital, most of the people who call their ancestors are people who admire, or people who dare not offend, and there is also a ......"

Su Yun looked at the sugar painting in his hand, didn't hear him continue, looked up and asked him, "What is it?" ”

Zhou Yuanrui saw that her fair face seemed to have a crystal clear flowing color in the afterglow of the afternoon and the amber color of the sugar painting in her hand, in these years.

Like his unrestrained teenage years with friends in the alleys of the alleys.

There's a crazy heat.

Like the candy man he ate when he was a child, no matter how greasy he was when he recalled it, and how much he had forgotten it, but that sweetness had been imprinted in his heart.

Never forget.

There is also a kind of heart and liver baby.

Sixth sister-in-law.

It can't be too sweet.

The ending is always bitter.

"Nothing". Zhou Yuanrui smiled and interrupted the topic.

The two entered the teahouse next to them. (To be continued.) )