What is called is simply not giving you a way to live.

Su Bairan realized it on the spot.

The young man simply meant that he and his unlucky fiancé had to go through all the routes.

Ay? No, speaking of which, I haven't led Liu Qingyao here with me.

It's just that he and Bai Sanbei happened to come here with some form of last resort, and by the way, they met with the boss behind the scenes, and discussed the business journey with each other.

Actually, it's not very familiar, haha... Huh, what?

Is there any difference?

Fundamentally it's exactly the same, there's no difference! Bai Sanbei and Liu Qingyao, in the eyes of outsiders, are they still the same whole?

Could it be that if he brought someone else over, he wouldn't be Liu Qingyao's fiancée?

Fate hit him so bluntly, without any mercy.

Boy, why are you so good at finding a place? Do you have to be in this position?

Let's wait a while, do we still have to go to the muddy mountain road to find a remote pavilion? I happened to meet a tiger again.

Su Bairan's palm hung to the side, her middle finger gently pressed against her clothes, and with the indifferent breeze, like a ripple, she used her thumb nail to gently buckle the lines of her fingers.

It seems that a rope has been squeezed in my heart, locked tightly on my hands, and from time to time I touch my fragile little nerves.

The young man's current behavior is indeed not so conceivable according to the thinking logic of normal people, at least on his own body, it is not so clear that he can understand.

And Wang Jiu in the shop, in terms of personality, is also a teenager who has jumped off to a certain extent, and his mouth is also a little shallow.

If these two people really touched each other, it would not only be dry firewood, but I am afraid that it would explode in an instant.

If there is really a stir in the words, it will not be themselves who will be unlucky at that time, and the two of them will be serious and have some skills.

The only one who suffers is herself, a girl who has no power to restrain her hands, can only simply climb over the wall, and still needs to climb with strength.

Han Yuhuan and Liu Qingyao fought each other, didn't they also find a calamity, the young man's brain twitched, and he rushed over to him, thanks to Liu Qingyao's help, he didn't let himself feel cold.

What grievances does Wang Jiu have with him, and why is he so helpful?

If I do this again, I'm afraid I'll really have to walk back to the wall and go to embroider shoes.

The oppressive atmosphere slowly surged into my heart, squeezing hard, and the only reason left in the tension was strained.

Su Bairan only felt his temples jump suddenly, and from time to time he had some intention of expanding outward, slowly rushing towards his brain.

What exactly did she do wrong?

Why do you have so many things going on?

"Yes." Han Yuhuan was a little worried, stretched out his hand, and gently hooked it, the other party gently clenched his fist, only to see the gentleness of the other party's fingers, and slowly fought for the friction marks between the opponent's fingernails.

"But what's wrong with your body?"

Su Bairan heard such a depressed moment, relaxed the strength in his hand, turned his head, and saw a little worry on the young man's face, "No, you think too much, I just see that there are a lot of people in this room, coming and going, it is very noisy, and there are some troubles in my heart." ”

Han Yuhuan looked sideways, the bottom of the shop was really a little crowded, in line with the extremely low appearance of water, most of the people patted the maid and woman at home to rush to buy, as if they were crazy to this side.

He originally thought in his heart that he would also go to the upper floor and come to see this freshness.

There was no heartache, he had to go here, since Su Bairan expressed a little uncomfortable, he didn't have the obsession to go here.

"Say you don't want to come, let's just change places, why bother so much." Han Yuhuan gently tugged on the other party's arm and walked to the side, "Come, take a look ahead, there is a pastry shop not far away, how about buying two snacks to eat?" ”

Su Bairan was serious, there was a slight difference, and he saw that the other party was gentle and considerate and even empathetic, so he hesitated slightly, but he was gently dragged forward.

That... That's a boy? That young man in Han Yuhuan?

Do you understand the human mind so well?

It's not the other party's idea, or it has to be reached to be good, and there must be no deviation?

If something goes wrong, you change your face in an instant and don't speak, something quietly stretches out your hand to choke the arc of your life, grabs the collar of your fate, and waits for the moment when you change your words.

Why did he suddenly become so empathetic, reasonable, and even a little soft.

Su Bairan only felt that a little cold sweat broke out unconsciously behind him, and there was no way to explain his current behavior in scientific words for a while, and it was worth following the right direction stupidly.

Han Yuhuan didn't care about such a mood, he walked all the way forward, walking and jumping was very funny.

From time to time, he said a few witty words, and the whole person jumped out of it very much.

I bought a favorite gadget at the store next to me, and I didn't say anything to the storekeeper, I just grabbed it and put it in front of me to fiddle with.

"Ranran, are you looking funny?"

Su Bairan was called back, and suddenly looked at the young man, with a small cloth tiger in his hand, it was not bad to be a delicate gadget, the size of a palm, and even the hair lines could be seen carefully.

Han Yuhuan saw her gaze sweeping, so he touched the thing in his hand.

"Ranran, can you see this fun?"

Su Bairan was holding the little tiger before, and saw that he was lying on his stomach directly and obediently in the lines of his palm, his hair was delicate and gentle, his face was lifelike, and he was extremely clear, and his two big black eyes were as beautiful as beads of flowing water.

The rare craftsmanship is exactly the same as the real thing, and I can't see any difference, and I think to myself, it's just like what it should be.

The original version of the shopkeeper took something, but somehow he didn't dare to gasp.

He was an elderly person, with stalls on the side of the road, and he more or less saw a little bit of human sophistication, who should mess with someone and who could not be provoked, in fact, he was very clear in his heart.

Even though it is really a little difficult to make those handmade things, it is not so precious compared to its own safety.

Originally, I was thinking about making myself unlucky, so as not to cause any trouble for myself.

Unexpectedly, a delicately dressed young lady over there opened her mouth slightly, and the cold atmosphere was instantly reversed, and the cold fear disappeared in an instant.

There was no fear of people, and suddenly he had been setting up a stall here for many years, and he had encountered a lot of troubles, and he had never encountered such a wonderful scene.

It's just that this dangerous situation is slightly dispersed, and it is when people are thankful.

He looked at Su Bairan, willing to fiddle with the things in his hand, and said: "This young lady likes it, this is my old wife in my family, and it was made by nothing in the past, and it took a little effort but it didn't take anything." ”

Su Bairan naturally talked to the shopkeeper: "It turned out to be made by the lady, but it was originally full of people who did this kind of business, the little tiger is delicate and delicate, gentle and extremely pure, and the hair on the skin is still like a real one, I have never seen such a detailed doll." ”

The shopkeeper only felt the cold world dissipate in an instant, and entered what should have been normal speech.

"What this young lady said is that my old wife was originally really sitting in such a business, but unfortunately the luck is not good, and the production of this little tiger really can't make any money, so she has carried out some other things and barely survived."

"Oh?" Su Bairan said curiously: "It turns out that the lady's family still used to pass on the craftsmanship?" ”

The shopkeeper proudly said, "That's it!" Although my wife is now old and yellow, she was also a beauty in the serious past, and the needlework in her hands has been handed down from the family for many years..."

"Hmph." Han Yuhuan saw that the two of them were talking happily, and he was inexplicably a little awkward.

It was clear that the topic was handed out by himself, and he looked at Su Bairan who seemed to be in a bit unhappy, listless, don't grab a delicate object at random, and think about relieving his mood, but he didn't expect it to be so good.

Han Yuhuan grabbed the money bag and threw out a few broken silver, and his tone towards the store was not very kind, "Na, don't always talk about those things in your family, don't always talk about those things in your family, it is estimated that there have been stalls in this place for decades, and your old wife said that it was decades ago, and there was no previous support for the livelihood, where did such craftsmanship come from?" ”

He grabbed Su Bairan's wrist instead, shook it lightly twice, and said a little coquettishly, "Ran Ran, don't talk to him again, let's just continue to walk forward." ”

"Hmm."

Su Bairan didn't think about whether the words spoken by the shopkeeper were true or false, but when he heard the young man's words, he knew that the eldest young master was uncomfortable in his heart.

Walking forward with the strength of the other party, if there is nothing, he glanced back at the location of the store.

Somehow, something crossed my mind, but it wasn't caught by me in that moment, it was fleeting, and it didn't really stay in the depths of my heart.

If Su Bairan hesitated a little, he was grabbed and walked forward, and his thoughts for a moment passed by, and he grasped the rag doll lightly in his hand, only to see that he gently rubbed the lines of the cloth on the feet, delicate and soft, but with a very real touch.

This kind of handiwork, I'm afraid that there is no family heirloom for many years, and it has been here for decades.