A small road in Zhuqing City, the afterglow of the setting sun is circulating on this path, and the lights on both sides of the path have been lit up.

Walking through the street lamps, we gradually came to a bustling street market, surrounded by many street stalls selling all kinds of small items and snacks.

Zang Ling had never visited a night market, and he could not have imagined that the night market would be so lively.

The wagtail took the hand of the Tibetan antelope and walked casually on this path.

Some of these small traders are tidying up their stalls and seem to be about to close them.

The wreath seemed to enjoy the feeling of shopping, she pulled the Tibetan antelope through the stalls, looking here and there with interest, as if shopping was a woman's natural talent.

"Miss, didn't you say you wanted me to invite you to dinner?" The Tibetan antelope felt like a wooden doll being pulled from left to right by the wreath, "When will we be able to eat?" ”

As if she hadn't heard the Tibetan antelope, she found an item of interest to her from a stall selling small items, which was a pale blue hairpin with no floral ornaments on it, just a simple hairpin.

"Is this pretty? Tibetan antelope. The duck picked up the hairpin and put it in front of the Tibetan antelope, and then looked seriously into the eyes of the Tibetan antelope, as if expecting the Tibetan antelope's answer.

"I said......" The Tibetan antelope wanted to shake off the crane and take his hand, and then go back to the hotel alone, but the expectant look of the crane made him swallow the words that had reached his throat, and he seemed to not want to see the girl's disappointed expression from the bottom of his heart.

"It's beautiful." A smile appeared on the face of the Tibetan antelope, and he replied seriously, without a trace of perfunctory.

"Hmm!" The Tibetan antelope's affirmation made the girl a little excited, and she turned her head to negotiate with the boss.

The Tibetan antelope was a little surprised that the duck would actually bargain, and from the feeling that the crane inadvertently revealed, she seemed to have done a lot of this kind of thing, and she looked handy.

"Uncle, can it be cheaper?" The wreaper seems to have a little love for this hairpin, and grabs it in his hand and plays with it.

"Anyway, it's the last business of the day, so I'll give it to you, little girl." The uncle who set up the stall also seemed to like the young girl who was as active as a little witch, and he tidied up his stall and packed up his things.

"Then thank you, uncle." The hairpin happily brought the hairpin to the head, and the simple hairpin seemed to be more able to reflect the vitality of the girl.

"No thanks." The uncle had already packed his things, said goodbye to the wowl, and left.

"Where's the Tibetan antelope?" Looking at the figure of the uncle leaving, the wreath suddenly found that the Tibetan antelope that had been staying by his side was gone, and he was about to walk to the next stall for a moment, and his eyes turned around, looking for the Tibetan antelope.

The Tibetan antelope did not go far, and the wreaves easily found him.

The Tibetan antelope was standing behind her, looking at her quietly, with a strange light in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" The crane walked to the side of the Tibetan antelope in two steps, and held his hand extremely smoothly, and the Tibetan antelope did not sit out to dodge, everything was so natural.

"Didn't you think I'd bargain?" The original active appearance of the Duck became a little restrained, "It's a surprise, isn't it?"

The Tibetan antelope smiled slightly: "It's a surprise, but your bargaining looks good." ”

The duck glanced at the Tibetan antelope, with a smile on his face, and took his hand and walked to the next stall.

After a while, the wreath took a fancy to a small object, which was a silver harmonica.

"Hey, uncle, can it be cheaper?" In the familiar opening remarks, the owl looked at the stall owner, his eyes sparkling like bright stars.

"3,000 Union Coins." The stall owner was lying on a comfortable recliner and said without raising his head, and the price he said was the same as the price marked on the stall.

"Uncle, you're not cheap." The wreath looked distressed.

"And how much do you say?" The stall owner was also happy, sat up, looked at this interesting little girl, and asked rhetorically.

"2000 Union Coins." The duck thought for a while, and quoted an excessive price for cutting.

The Tibetan antelope stood behind the girl, squinting her eyes, and she felt that there was a different taste when the crane bargained.

"Little girl, this price is a bit excessive." The stall owner's expression changed, and there was some panic in his eyes.

"This harmonica is a chromatic 16-hole harmonica, although it is produced by the blues company, but the price of 2000 alliance coins is still high, and the purchase price of this harmonica is about 1600 alliance coins." The eagle's sharp gaze looked at the stall owner as if it were scrutinizing.

The stall owner sitting on the recliner suddenly felt a cold sweat behind him, this little girl said that it was not bad at all, the purchase price of this harmonica was 1600 alliance coins, and he only bought ten such harmonicas, and when he sold the last one, he met a person with a vicious eye like the wheat.

The wagtail clasped his hands, with bamboo in his chest, looked at the stall owner with sharp eyes, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Uncle, the reason why you will mark the price of 3000 alliance coins is nothing more than to make more money, and I bid 2000 alliance coins, which is nothing more than to make less money." ”

"I'm convinced, 2000 alliance coins will be 2000 alliance coins, I sold it, I can't sell it." The stall owner said in a loud voice.

At this time, passers-by in the night market were also attracted by this interesting scene, if people knew that they were such a black-hearted boss, then they would not be able to do their business.

The stall owner suddenly realized that haggling with the owl was really an unwise choice.

The Tibetan antelope opened its mouth wide and was stunned for a long time, how did the Tibetan antelope think that the wreath was just saying a series of so-called "professional terms", and cut the harmonica originally priced at 3000 alliance coins to 2000 alliance coins.

The duck gently kicked the Tibetan antelope standing behind him, with a faint smile on his cheeks, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing in a daze, pay, I didn't bring my card, I'll give it back to you when I go back to the hotel next time." ”

The stall owner exchanged the harmonica with the 2,000 alliance coins in the hands of the Tibetan antelope, and whispered to the Tibetan antelope: "Young man, your girlfriend is really amazing." ”

The Tibetan antelope nodded again and again, and said with deep feeling: "I think so too." ”

"You're taking advantage of me again." The little white tooth of the Tibetan antelope was not very unhappy.

"What did you buy a harmonica for?" The Tibetan antelope asked with some curiosity, and handed the harmonica in his hand to the wheat.

"This is used to compose music, I just wrote the words before, but if I compose music, I need tools, and I don't have ready-made tools around me." The wagtail took the harmonica and explained to the Tibetan antelope.

For this aspect of music, Zangling can't say a word, and his concept of song is only good and bad.

"Are you hungry? Tibetan antelope? Let's go eat, okay. The Duck suggested.

The owl stretched her waist, and the girl's graceful figure was fully exposed in front of the Tibetan antelope, which was pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, I saw a nice snack bar earlier." The Tibetan antelope replied, he was already hungry.

Led by the Tibetan antelope, the two walked through the market towards a remote corner.

The lights are blurry, intoxicating like a strong aroma of alcohol, and the evening breeze caresses with a touch of coolness, which makes people a little sober.

The Tibetan antelope couldn't help but glance at the gymest beside him, and the wreath's face was shrouded in a white halo under the illumination of the light, like a dream.