For a long time, Nameless has not stopped to visit the market, and when I walked around today, I realized the liveliness of this market.

On both sides of the street are vendors with stalls, standing guard in front of their stalls and shouting at their customers.

"Boom - mung bean soup - sweet and cool - good soup to relieve the heat!"

"Home-grown fruits, you come over and taste them, it's not sweet and you don't accept copper plates."

"Sharpen the scissors——— grab the kitchen knife! Sell rice——— sell rice! ”

“……”

Some of them were already sunburned in the scorching heat, and beads of sweat soaking their robes like rain, but this did not affect their motivation in the slightest.

The hawkers shouted out as if they were shouting loudly to each other, and the chaotic shouts were mixed together, making Nameless, who was not used to the excitement, a little uncomfortable for a while.

But there was one thing selling on the street that caught her attention.

She walked slowly forward, joining the group of children, staring at the spoon-holding vendor with the same curious eyes as they did.

Nameless only felt that his calloused hands seemed to have divine power, and with a slight wave, he drew a lifelike butterfly on the stone slab in three or two strokes.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a bamboo skewer and pressed it upward, and when he picked it up again, the golden butterfly stuck to the bamboo skewer and rose and fell.

"Erniezi, take it, your butterfly." The old man who sold sugar paintings smiled kindly and handed the butterfly in his hand to a little girl who was tied to the editor.

Seeing this, the little girl hurriedly took it with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Yang!" With that, the little girl took the candy painting and jumped into an alley and went home.

At this time, the children who surrounded him began to jump up again, noisily pestering Uncle Yang of the sugar painting.

"Uncle Yang, I want a big tiger! The big tiger is the most majestic! ”

"Uncle Yang, the boy is a mouse, and the boy wants to draw a little mouse!"

“……”

Uncle Yang looked at the children who were scrambling, and hurriedly smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, Uncle Yang, I'll paint it for you, but you have to be obedient, don't rob, don't push, let's come one by one." ”

Hearing this, the children hurriedly nodded in agreement, and stood obediently on both sides to watch the birth of one sugar painting after another under his skillful hands.

After a long period of busy work, Yang Bo finished making all the sugar paintings that the children wanted, and he was tired and sweating, but the smile on his face was always hanging and never fell.

"Kids, run slowly, don't fall!" He looked at the joyful figures of the children and laughed.

After seeing them leave, Yang Bocai turned his head, kindly faced the red-robed woman in front of him, and asked in a gentle voice, "Girl, what do you want to draw?" ”

However, this question made Nameless not know how to answer for a while, and he hesitated again and again before he spoke.

"Uncle...... What is this you selling? ”

When Yang Bo heard this, he felt a little surprised, he couldn't imagine that there were still people in the world who didn't know what sugar paintings were? However, he didn't ask more, but answered the nameless question with a smile.

"Girl, this one sold by the old decay is called a sugar painting, which is painted on the slate with boiled syrup, and after the syrup is dried, it is dipped with a bamboo skewer, and this sugar painting is done."

After listening to it, Nameless nodded as if he didn't understand, staring blankly at the freshly boiled syrup in the bowl, and Yang Bo in front of him could also show the desire in her eyes, so he took the initiative to speak.

"Girl, do you want one?"

"No, no." Nameless wanted to taste this strange thing, but his pockets were empty, and he couldn't afford to pay a penny, so he had to turn his head and leave.

But at this time, the kind-hearted Uncle Yang suddenly stopped her steps, "Hey, girl, don't go, let's do it, the old man will give you one, whatever you want, the old man will paint it for you!" ”

After setting up a stall in the market for so many years, Yang Bo has already learned to observe the demeanor and movements of the crowd coming and going, and judging from the action of unintentionally clenching the hem of her clothes just now, it can be seen that she should have encountered something wrong and was shy.

Hearing this, Nameless turned around and waved his hand, but he couldn't match the old man's kindness, and finally agreed, "That, thank you, uncle." She thanked her with a little jerkiness.

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"What to thank you for! Say, girl, what do you want to draw? ”

"Then draw a ......" Nameless pondered with his chin fluttering in his eyes, but suddenly found that he didn't have anything he liked in his heart.

"Uncle, feel free." She said blankly.

"Then let's draw a white rabbit for the girl, this white rabbit, those little girls like it."

Yang Bo said that, he scooped up a spoonful of syrup in his right hand and waved it on the stone slab, and after a while, a lively white rabbit appeared.

"Well, girl, take it, your white rabbit." He took the bamboo skewer and carefully handed the candy painting to Nameless's hand.

And Nameless, who got the sugar painting, was also like a child at this time, slightly raising the corners of his mouth and smiling from the bottom of his heart.

"That's right, girl, smile more." Yang Bo said heartily, "People, no matter how bitter it is, as long as you taste that sweetness, your troubles and sorrows will disappear." ”

Nameless looked at him, nodded slightly, and then turned to leave.

But when she left, Uncle Yang of Sugar Painting stopped her again and left her a sentence: "Girl, if you like it, come back next time, Lao Yu will paint sugar paintings for you at the entrance of Beijiekou in Luohe County." ”

"Thank you, uncle, if there is fate, I will come again next time."

Nameless turned sideways, thanked the kind-looking old man, and then threw himself into the vast sea of people with the gift from a stranger.

But when Nameless passed by a restaurant, her eyes were frozen by what was happening in front of her.

"! Stinky food, don't squat in front of our shop, get in the way of our God of Wealth! ”

The dark-skinned shopkeeper was driving away a skinny child with a broom, and it was not hard to see from her messy hair and shabby clothes.

She was a poor little beggar.

"Uncle, please do well, just give me a sip of water to drink, I'll kneel down for you." The little girl knelt on the ground on her knees and kowtowed to the man several times, just to get a bowl of life-saving water.

But the shopkeeper showed no mercy at all, and when he saw this, he directly pressed her head and pushed her back, and the weak little girl was pushed by him and fell to the ground.

"You don't go to inquire about what kind of place we 'Thousand Cups Drunk', and you dare to come here to beg for water to drink, can you afford it!"

"Uncle, I only need a bowl of water, no, no, half a bowl is enough, you can have pity on me!"

The little girl endured the pain in her body and got up, crawled to the side of the shopkeeper again, grabbed his robe tightly with both hands, and her eyes revealed a desire for life.

However, this hard-hearted shopkeeper actually punched and kicked her for a bowl of water!

"Damn, you ate the gall of the ambitious leopard? Dare to touch Lao Tzu's clothes with your dirty hands?! He widened his eyes, knocked his hand down, pushed it aside, and then hated her again, "What a fucking dirty hands!" ”

With that, he picked up the broom he had just put down, and expelled the little girl like a rat crossing the street.

However, this time the broom he raised could not hit the little girl, because there was a pair of strong hands that held one end of the broom tightly.

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