Chang Qianfo understood, turned around and smiled at the boss: "Then buy a hundred." ”

The boss smiled: "Childe is refreshing!" ”

happily counted out a hundred bamboo rings, and gave two gifts, and turned his head and shouted: "Buy a bamboo ring, a penny, buy more, give more......"

The voice died suddenly.

What did he see?

I saw that the tall girl who was born weak and weak, holding a bamboo ring in her hand, shook one, shook one, and the bamboo circle did not even turn in the air, and circled the target straight, and in the blink of an eye, she set the back row of valuable things.

The crowd cheered.

The bearded man was so remorseful that he wanted to slap himself twice.

It turned out that the young man only bought him five bamboo rings, because he knew his wife's ability, and he was afraid that he would lose all his money, so his subordinates showed mercy.

He didn't have a look, and he insisted on going up.

Having said that, that girl has such skills, and she thinks she is a master, so it's not good to do something, and she came to smash the field of his small business.

It's simply ...... Bullying.

Before I could finish my thoughts, all the remaining objects in my early sixties in the open space were covered.

The bearded man wanted to cry without tears: "This girl, you see ......"

Mu Dianke squinted and smiled, looking unkind: "What, do you want to repay the debt?" ”

In front of so many people, how could the bearded man smash his signboard, and opened his mouth to say, "No ......"

Mu Dian laughed and said: "That's good, I don't want these things."

As soon as the beard and eyebrows were happy, he heard Mu Dianke change his words and said: "Just give it all away, those who see it have a share, and whoever grabs it will be counted as anyone." ”

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then a swarm rushed forward, some reached out to grab it, some people pounced, you grabbed me and dragged it, and it was a mess.

Mu Dianke cocked his chin, turned around and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Chang Qianfo had to step forward and hand over the silver: "Don't blame Brother Tai, Neiko is a little naughty......"

What else is there to say about the beard and beard, these two people can't afford to provoke them at first glance, hehe laughed dryly: "Mrs. Zun is clever and lively, and the son is so blessed." ”

If his mother-in-law dares to be such a loser, see if he doesn't beat her to death!

Chang Qianfo caught up, and Mu Dianke stopped in front of a stall selling steamed cakes.

The snow-white and soft steamed rice cake is covered with sesame seeds, walnuts and red dates, and cut into small pieces in the shape of a diamond grid.

Then wrap it in oiled paper. The cake just out of the pot is hot and sweet, the heat comes through the back of the paper, and the red fingers seem to be able to warm it all the way to the heart.

Chang Qianfo looked at Mu Dianke's satisfied appearance, his heart turned into a pool of soft water, smiled and took out his money bag to pay the bill, and said, "It turns out that you like to eat rice cakes." ”

Mu Dian was ridiculous and gentle, and his voice was thin and glutinous, like a freshly steamed rice cake: "I don't particularly like to eat, or I suddenly like to eat." ”

There is another sentence in her heart, she didn't say it: she just wanted him to buy it for herself, just nostalgic for the feeling of being pampered by him.

Chang Qianfo seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand, raised his hand and stroked her sideburns that were blown by the wind, his eyes were soft and doting, and he asked with a smile: "What else do you want to eat?" ”

Mu Dianke tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "It's not for the time being." I'll tell you when I think about it. ”

The wind blew the spring sun and reflected it on her fair cheeks, and the broken shadows swayed, and the light and dark mottled disrupted the passing years.

Chang Qianfo couldn't take his eyes off it.

Mu Dianke said: "I think it's a little noisy, why don't we go and find a place to sit and eat cakes." ”

Chang Qianfo relied on everything, and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

The weeping willows on the bank of the river are still clinging, and under the shade of the willows grow clusters of green and green Zaili flowers and purple irises, the flowers and leaves are swaying, reflecting on the clear waves of the river, which looks simple and elegant and chic.

Chang Qianfo stepped onto a raised boulder by the river and stretched out his hand to help Mu Dianke up.

The two sat side by side on the big bluestone.

The oncoming humid river breeze brings a strong poetic charm of the water town, which makes people happy.

Mu Dian put the oil paper bag on his lap and carefully unfolded it layer by layer, looking quiet and serious. , not like unpacking a bag of steamed rice cakes, but doing an extremely sacred thing.

Chang Qianfo's gaze kept falling on her side face.

Mu Dianke suddenly raised his head and said, "Do you want to eat?" ”

Chang Qianfo opened his mouth with an "ah".

Mu Dianke was amused by his scoundrel appearance, and said, "How many adults are there, and I don't feel ashamed." ”

With disgust on his face, he relied on him in the end, twisted a piece of diamond-shaped steamed cake and sent it to his mouth.

Chang Qianfo didn't take it with his hand, but he took a small bite of Mu Dianke's raised fingers, and ate very slowly and gently, the last bite, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, and his lips rubbed against Mu Dianke's fingertips.

His lips were warm, sticky with fine glutinous rice cakes, tidal, sticky. Mu Dianke's fingertips trembled, like touching coals, and quickly retracted his hand, the tips of his ears reddened.

Chang Qianfo knew that she was really ashamed, so he didn't tease her, and said with a smile: "It's too sweet." ”

Mu Dianke kept his head silent, and after a while, he said softly: "It's okay, I want to eat sweet today." ”

She raised her head, looked at the sparkling waves on the river, and her thoughts drifted away: "Actually, when I was young, I also loved sweet things. I love the osmanthus cake made by my mother, the lotus seed dew, and the red bean and taro balls made by my fourth aunt...... Later, when I eat these things again, I will always remember some bad things and I will be sad. Slowly, I don't like to eat it. ”

Chang Qianfo shook her hand in the palm of his hand, looked quietly into the distance with her, and after a while, said: "Grandpa once told me that each of us, from birth to dust, everything we have will eventually be lost. The scenery along the way, the people on the same road, joy, sorrow, years, time...... If you can't keep it, just keep it in your heart. ”

He smiled and said, "I can't see it that thoroughly." But I think those who have left us may have been accompanied in another way. Even if we never see each other again, we can remember what they looked like, how they sounded, and all the joy they brought us, and even the smell they left behind. ”

Mu Dianke turned his head, the misty color on his face faded, and he smiled sweetly at Chang Qianfo, his eyes were bright and bright.

"Thousand Buddhas, I'm really curious about what kind of person your grandfather is. He can teach you to be so open-minded, so generous, and so generous. Nothing seems to be able to trap you. ”

Chang Qianfo smiled: "Yes." ”

There is tenderness in his eyes.

Of course, Mu Dian didn't ask him anything, so he lowered his head slightly and twisted the rice cake to eat.

Her eating appearance is very gentle, sipping lightly one bite at a time, and her movements are full of elegance.

Chang Qianfo was once very puzzling. After all, Mu Dianke was still young when he was exiled to Guanwai, and he had lived in Mobei for so many years, and under the influence of the rough folk customs of drinking in large bowls and eating meat, it was not easy to maintain his original living habits.

Until the battle in the wasteland, Fang Jun and Xianqin appeared, and in every gesture, they were elegant and noble like an immortal. Chang Qianfo faintly realized this.

Fang Junhe, what kind of way is it?

Chang Qianfo faintly felt that Fang Jun and Ying should have something to do with the Jiankang Fang family.

But at the moment, he was not most concerned about these, he thought about it, looked a little worried, and asked, "Dian Ke, in your eyes, what kind of person is my grandfather?" ”