On Saturday, at half past three in the afternoon, the sun was shining, and there were layers of heat rolling in the air, and people running on the road walked against the blazing sun, and the girl who loved beauty would not come out during this time period, because it was easy to sunburn the skin.

In the dormitory of the Land Bureau and the old cadres in Lao Street, the light and shadow under the lush and towering camphor are refracted through the shade of the trees, and the undulating white flocculent is faintly visible in the air.

On the corner of the street lay the sun-scorched native dog, staring at the pork that was only three or four meters from the butcher's boning knife, and the flowers planted in the two rows of flower beds on the street were wilted by the blazing sun, silently complaining of the extremely bad heat.

The old streets in Pinghai County are divided into cross streets, five streets, southeast, northwest and northwest, and the place where Su Can and them are going is the East Street Vegetable Market.

East Street is the place with the largest flow of people, and it is also a street with the longest history in Lao Street, which existed during the Qing Dynasty, and was built in the late Republic of China compared to others, and this East Street is a main street.

Originally, East Street was more than 400 meters long, but now it is only more than 300 meters long, most of which is because the Construction Planning Bureau saw that many sections of East Street were in disrepair, and there was no concept of cultural relics protection at that time, so they were all demolished.

Later, if it weren't for a big leader who grew up on East Street and stopped it in time, this ancient street would have sadly disappeared into the cracks of history.

East Street is long, but a little narrower in width, and can only accommodate two small cars side by side, and only one can be passed if the aisle next to it is filled with all kinds of stall vendors.

The shops on both sides are very traditional, and in front of each shop there are colorful flags with the sign of the shop pù written on it, and there are shoe shops, crab roe soup dumpling shops, grocery stores, embroidery shops, carving shops, porcelain shops, noodle houses, restaurants, and all kinds of snacks.

Because the people in the small town have a certain complex for East Street, the East Street vegetable market is always crowded and lively every weekend, and then go inside, it does not belong to East Street, it is the commercial street of Cross Street.

Su Can looked from afar, except for all kinds of shops on East Street, there were stalls emitting white smoke on the roadside, exuding bursts of tempting fragrance, and several balloons faintly appeared in the sky above the street.

Looking closer, the rows of barbecue and rows of sesame fragrant tofu on the stall emitted a strong fragrance into the distance, floating into the depths of memory and the corner of time.

The main people who came to Lao Cai this time were Su Fang, Su Can and Mu Nuanyang, who took the initiative to come over.

Mu Nuanyang looked around and found that the places where the fruits were sold were almost all occupied by vendors, some were sold directly by people on the streets of the county, and some were handed over to melon sellers after the melon farmers planted watermelons.

"Let's go, drive there, there's a seat over there."

Su Fang drove the tricycle full of watermelons into it, and unlocked the locked door at the back, revealing watermelons with large green patterns, mixed with golden rice, piled up.

These watermelons are full of color and size, the white belly of the melon is covered with black soil, and the vines of the melon are still droplets, and you can tell that they have just been picked from the melon field.

At first, some vendors at the other watermelon stalls watched from the sidelines, but after a while, they quieted down, maybe disdainful, and let Su Fang drink the soup on the side.

Ten minutes later, a couple finally walked over hand in hand and asked about the price of watermelon, Su Can showed half of his white teeth, and said brilliantly: "This kind of watermelon with green skin pattern is 1.5 cents a catty." Then he pointed to the thick-skinned bearded watermelon and said, "This watermelon is a little more expensive, costing 1.8 cents a catty." ”

Su Can's price was set together with Su Fang, and it was a dime cheaper than the average melon sellers.

The couple nodded, knocked a larger watermelon and took it away, and in the next few minutes, Su Can and the others sold four or five watermelons one after another.

There was a commotion among the melon dealers over there.

Su Can and Mu Nuanyang smiled, especially Mu Dashao, this feeling of making money by himself is much cooler than taking money from home, just like eating a ginseng fruit in the hot summer, the pores are transparent, and it is refreshing from head to toe.

"Look, there's another one!" Mu Nuanyang looked at a young couple walking over in the distance.

Su Can rubbed the slightly numb muscles on his face with a smile, made a smile, and prepared to meet it.

"Huh! Why is it gone again? Mu Nuanyang paused for a moment.

The little couple was originally going to come over to Su Can and them, but halfway through, they were intercepted by other melon sellers, who waved and shouted that their watermelons were sweet, not sweet, and didn't want money.

Then the little couple was tricked into buying watermelons by other melon sellers.

After a while, a few more people were intercepted by those melon dealers.

Su Fang squinted at this scene and didn't speak, but Su Can knew that his heart was definitely not calm.

"Why are those people so shameless?" Mu Nuanyang said angrily.

Su Can shook his head, society is like this, some people just can't see others good, once they get a little better, they will be red-eyed, and they will make all kinds of bad moves, it's okay like this, and there are more insidious ones behind, for money, people dare to do anything.

"Beep!"

An S320 Daben passed across North Street with lights on, and its appearance overshadowed the other models, collectively losing their voice, attracting the attention of many people. For example, when a deep-sea overlord enters the shallow sea, all the vehicles avoid it, for fear of rubbing against this car, and it is conservatively estimated that this S-class car is worth 1.85 million.

Su Can squatted next to the watermelon stall, and looked at Daben unscrupulously as he gnawed on the watermelon.

The appearance of this S320 tiger head run gives people a calm, strong lines full of domineering sense of power, the trident logo is no longer placed on the top of the grille for the first time, but is located slightly behind the hood, of course, Su Can did not see it, this is what the car stopped to see.

Daben slowly stopped next to the watermelon stall in front of Su Can, and was so shocked that those melon sellers widened their eyes and fell to the ground, and they suddenly boiled and turned their heads and ears.

The black window glass fell, revealing half of the woman's face in the passenger seat.

Black toad sunglasses, delicate snow-white chin, long black hair drifting out of the car window with the wind.

Charming!

The first feeling that this woman gave Su Can was that she was enchanting and charming, and her every move was full of the taste of a mature woman.

It gives people a mysterious, sexy and seductive feeling, like a mixture of poison and fragrance, and the drink is not more than thirsty.

The woman in a black trench coat walked down.

"Little brother, is your watermelon sweet or not? If it's not sweet, I don't want it. Her voice was cold and haughty, like a swan looking down on the clouds.

Hearing her say this, Su Can smiled.

The sun is shining with laughter.

"Sister, let's say it's not sweet, you definitely won't buy it. If I say it's sweet, but how do I know if I haven't eaten this melon? Life is like buying watermelon, the unknown is wonderful, try boldly, don't cringe, if you taste really sweet, you will feel happy and satisfied; If it's not sweet, you're brave too. If you are afraid that it will not be sweet, you will not buy it, what you give up is not a chance to eat watermelon, but a loss of self-confidence. ”

Like the sun, a boom exploded in Mu Xinying's mind.

Years later, some of the past may have been forgotten, and memories are like going back in time.

In a trance, she still remembered that the sunny young man standing at the watermelon stall looked directly at her without fear, arrogant and stubborn.