Chapter 230: Temple Fair

"Housing?"

Stepping through the tattered small fence gate, the old plaque hangs on the wall, and the word "hotel" is estimated to have been weathered.

Next to the sign was a swarthy fixed fan that was creaking and working, and below the fan was a desk that was clearly not a desk, behind which sat a middle-aged woman, munching on melon seeds, looking with relish at the old-fashioned television not far away.

After seeing them come in, he didn't turn his head, spit out the skin of melon seeds, and asked.

“...... Well, can you take a look at the house first? Tang Qiao'er asked.

"Okay." The woman took out a key from a drawer, and on it was a yellowed white piece of paper with the words 202: "Go upstairs and turn right into the second room." ”

"Okay." Tang Qiaoer took the key and took the lead step by step and carefully went upstairs.

"The three of you live?" The woman finally looked at the two men following behind her and asked.

"No, no, no." An Zhe waved his hand: "They, I sent them." ”

Don't look at the front desk in tatters, the room is quite tidy, with a double bed, a desk, a TV, and a small aisle.

There is also a separate shower room in the bathroom, which looks a little new, as if it has been newly renovated recently.

"Not bad." Tang Qiao'er nodded with satisfaction.

"Eldest sister, we want two." After Fang Ying received Tang Qiaoer's affirmative reply, he went downstairs and walked to the front desk again.

"Two?" The woman looked at him suspiciously: "That's it." ”

"Huh? Do you have so few rooms? ”

"I've got a lot of room." The woman looked at him impatiently: "But there are many people coming to this temple fair, and all the inns in the town are full. ”

"No wonder there were so many people on the way." An Zhe nodded suddenly: "We have a relatively famous temple here, and people from other places often come here and stay here at night." ”

"Why don't I go out and look for it again?" Fang Ying turned his head and looked at Tang Qiao'er on the stairs.

"Go ahead and see if you can find it." The woman glanced at him disdainfully: "This room is still temporarily retired because someone left just now." Otherwise, I think you'll have to sleep on the streets. ”

"Come here." Tang Qiaoer said to Fang Ying.

"Huh?"

"If you can't live, give money first." The boss said impatiently, the girl in front of her is too good-looking, much better looking than when she was young, she doesn't like it.

"Stay, how much is a night?"

"One hundred and five, plus a hundred deposits, just cash."

"Uh-oh." Fang Ying hurriedly went over and handed the money to the boss, who wrote a deposit slip and receipt.

It's just, what does it mean to write two hundred and five directly? Can't you just write it separately?

"You're waiting outside." Walking to the door of room 202 again, Tang Qiaoer pointed at An Zhe, and then grabbed Fang Ying: "You come in." ”

And then the innocent children were just shut out.

"You're not really going to sleep in a room, are you?" Fang Ying looked at Tang Qiao'er and asked in disbelief.

"yes, do you want to do something to me?"

"No, no, no."

"I believe in you."

Do you still believe in the "......" thing?

No, is there anything else to ask about this in advance? I'm just a gentleman subconsciously, okay? How can you believe me.

However, with this messy relationship, Tang Qiaoer is Su Qingxue's younger sister and her own teacher, and the most important thing is to help Su Qingxue take care of herself.

Even if he had an idea, he wouldn't dare. 113

It would be nice to have a little experience at this time.

But when he looks back on his life in the past 20 years, he doesn't seem to have much experience.

For the first time, I felt that being a virgin was so shameful.

"Then you will need a quilt and sleep on the ground in a while, is there a problem?" Tang Qiao'er asked.

"May I ask a question?"

"I don't think so."

So, An Zhe saw a Fang Ying who didn't have a good face go downstairs and hugged the bed quilt and went upstairs under the contemptuous and sympathetic eyes of the aunt.

"You go back first." Tang Qiao'er said to An Zhe: "Don't quarrel with your father when you go back, if there is any problem, we will talk about it tomorrow." ”

"And I—I'll come back to you tomorrow morning?" An Zhe asked.

"Okay."

"By the way, master, you can also go to the temple fair to have a look, it's not very far from here, it's only ten minutes away." An Zhe said with a smile: "See you tomorrow." ”

Then, leave the room with two people looking at each other.

Tang Qiaoer didn't bring a computer, she originally thought that no matter whether she succeeded or failed, she could go back in half a day. And she doesn't usually have the habit of playing with her mobile phone.

Fang Ying was a little busy, he called Mu Yufei, then called Su Xiao, and told Chu Pengfei that he couldn't go to the live broadcast the day after tomorrow, and asked him to move to the day after tomorrow.

After a busy meal, I sat in my own nest on the ground, thinking about turning on my phone and watching the video.

Poor network.

"Why don't we go to the temple fair?" Fang Ying proposed.

Tang Qiao'er was looking out of the window in a daze, the sun was setting a little, and the sunset shone on Tang Qiao'er's pretty face through the window, the coldness seemed to have melted, leaving all that was soft.

She leaned quietly on the head of the bed, her legs spread flat, and her graceful figure looked seductive and sacred in the afterglow.

"Tang Qiao'er?"

"Huh?" Tang Qiao'er came back to her senses, but she didn't notice Fang Ying calling her full name.

This bastard, when he gets angry, he calls him Teacher Tang, and when he laughs at her, he calls him Qiao'er, or Senior Sister.

"I said." Fang Ying secretly swallowed his saliva: "Are you tired?" Why don't we go to the temple fair to have a look, there is still such a long time before resting. ”

There didn't seem to be a better way to pass the time, Tang Qiao'er nodded.

The two walked side by side to pick up, looking at the endless crowd and the lively street market, they couldn't help but have the illusion of coming out for a tour.

Although this place is remote and poor, it is actually really good to catch up with this temple fair.

"Uncle, how do you sell this candy man?" Fang Ying asked, pointing to a piece of candy carved into a flower.

"Young man, that's a flower, not a person." The uncle said seriously: "10 yuan, you buy two and charge you 15." ”

"Oh, then bring me two." Fang Ying took out 15 yuan from his pocket, took a candy man with two patterns of flowers and a little rabbit, and sent it to Tang Qiao'er.

"I don't eat it." Tang Qiao'er turned her face sideways.

"Come on, don't you think your uncle's craftsmanship is not delicious?"

"Oh, I'm talking about you, little girl." The uncle of the candy seller said unhappily: "I have been doing this craft from my father for more than ten years, and no one has ever said that it is not delicious." ”

Tang Qiao'er glanced at Fang Ying and took the candy man with the little rabbit pattern.

"Taste it." Fang Ying looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and put his own one in his mouth as if he was demonstrating, and licked it without any image.

Tang Qiao'er frowned: "I will eat." ”

"Oh~ Afraid that I will take ugly photos, right?" Fang Ying smiled and took out his mobile phone and stuffed it into Tang Qiao'er's hand: "No, I gave you my mobile phone, eat with confidence, I definitely won't say it." ”