As soon as I walked to the small shop on the street, I listened to a tour guide and the shopkeeper chatting about many bizarre things encountered in the process of taking tourists on a tour.

The two of them didn't listen much, walked across the road, and walked straight in the direction of the supermarket, perhaps because of an illusion, only to see a small supermarket on the first floor that was larger than FamilyMart.

"I'm going to buy a Northeast slab, do you want it?" Zhu Jia opened the transparent plastic curtain door for her at the door of the supermarket.

"No, it's too cold, I'll see for myself." She flatly rejected his suggestion and walked inside on her own, and the figure quickly disappeared into the two rows of shelves. Deep., place.

But when Zhu Jia was picking up ice cream in the refrigerator, she stood beside him unconsciously, looking at the rising air conditioner. Division.

"I'd better eat popsicles, the water in it isn't too good." She pretended to be reserved and looked at the young man who was looking back at her.

"Huh". Zhu Jia sneered slightly, "This is the popsicle you saw in the supermarket before, which is more expensive than the Northeast Big Board and not as delicious as it, how about it." “

"Hmm." She hummed softly.

The night market outside is very lively, and the crowd is 1/2 less than that of Tianzifang in Shanghai, and it is now more than nine o'clock.

"There shouldn't be so many people stopping by the subway station at night, there must be a place to play in front of you." Li Zifen said in a bad way, and after she finished speaking, she licked it lightly, and licked the upper edge of the ice cream, and the corners of her mouth had already brought some on both sides. Bai., turbidity, she looked at Zhu Jia on the side, he had already eaten. Root., part, a bite will. Under. Face. Bite. in. Mouth. Village.

"How do you bite and eat?" She looked at him in disbelief.

He glanced at the remaining half of the popsicle she was holding in her right hand, and quickly reminded, "Water drips onto her clothes." ”

She lowered her head and saw several pieces of white dripping on the black dress, her face was instantly annoyed, and she quickly lifted the popsicle away a little, and took a napkin. Wipe. Wipe. Get up.

On the narrow passage between the sloping bridge and the houses next to it, the dark red fruit shining like pearls and several kinds of fruits such as cantaloupe and watermelon were divided into several colors and placed on a tricycle, and in front of it there was a girl wearing sandals.

"Do you want to buy some food?" Zhu Jia pointed to the stall a few meters in front of him and said with a bright eye.

"No need, I just finished eating ice cream, and when I come out, I can buy more and bring it to the hotel to eat." She looked at the surrounding antique buildings and the small bridge-like world, and her expression was a little exciting.

A small stream divides the old street into two banks, and the arched bridge connecting the two banks is full of tourists taking pictures.

When Zhu Jia looked across the river, and for a while it was a little difficult to decide which way to start, she had already walked into the downward crowd, and he looked at her. Join. Clothing. Skirt. Under. I've watched it countless times. Foot. ankle, hurriedly quickened the pace.

"If you don't look at me, I'll leave, my phone will run out of battery immediately, I'm lost, and I can't get in touch." Zhu Jia looked at her face with her head tilted slightly, and saw that a dark red light and a shining white light in her eyes were intertwined, and her goose-egg-shaped face. Huge. Near. Distance. Leave. The whole thing was displayed in front of his eyes, so much so that he was a little stunned.

It wasn't until her eyes shifted from the side to him that she found that he seemed to be admiring a work of art, and her expression became a little more unconsciously serious: "See beauty. The woman can't take her eyes off, right? Her voice was like a crisp birdsong. Pool. Ripple. to his heart.

He smiled on his face and quickly looked away, there was a teenager holding a large bucket of Coca-Cola next to his young parents in front of him. State. Woman. If you hold an oil-paper umbrella in the light breeze and drizzle, maybe this is such a scene.

He looked up and saw two or three lanterns hanging from each of the eaves of the two-story townhouse, illuminating the street below, not only the dark blue night sky without dark clouds, but also the colorful lights of the transparent glass in the shops next to it.

She walked into the store full of lanterns of all kinds first, nearly 30 meters of more than 30 square meters, showing a small mouth in the middle of the word 'hui' and the word 'ten'.

It is full of dazzling small goods, and several rows of lanterns hang on it, several of which are cone-shaped and carved. Middle. Country. Folk mythical beast line pattern.

Walking in, Li Zifen saw a row of castor combs made of sandalwood, touching, touching, soft, slippery, and the dark wood-colored curved edge still has a bright edge under the illumination of the light.

His right hand was attracted by an ornament like a dustpan used to wash rice when he was a child, holding a mobile phone in his left hand, and his right hand pinched an oval-shaped log under a delicate jade pendant hanging from the center of the dustpan, on which he depicted an abstract painting of a peach orchard in the mountains with a colorful brush.

Time freezes in this moment.