In the photo, Yue Guanchao's slightly long board inch head was forcibly combed into a three-seven-point oily head, a houndstooth suit on his body was modified with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a blue and gold tie on the neckline, a one-eyed thin face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the wheat-colored skin was slightly deep and three-dimensional under the lens, showing strong masculinity.

As for Song Siyuan, she is white and beautiful, the pearl fishtail skirt seems to be tailor-made for her, the curved skirt is tightened and widened along the body, highlighting her graceful lines, and at the same time wearing a black gauze top hat, a horizontal satchel, gloves and half an arm, and a pearl necklace hanging around her neck, which is extremely elegant and luxurious.

The two of them are really talented and beautiful, and they really become a family.

"Look, Mr. and Miss can be movie stars!"

The master took out the photos and complimented him a few words on the side, Song Siyuan counted the photos, made sure they were all washed out, and walked out of the photo studio with a few words of laughter with the master.

She looked down at her pocket watch, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still two or three hours before it got dark, Song Siyuan looked Yue Guanchao up and down: "You don't look ugly, but you are a little dirty, do you want us to go to the bell tower department store next to you and buy you a suit." ”

Yue Guanchao pinched his chin and looked at her: "Song Qianjin, are you hurting me, or praising me, I don't like to pry Song Qingyang!" ”

"I didn't say that you should dress up like him, I'll choose some suitable overalls for you, let's go!"

Yue Guanchao was carried by the arm, so he had to follow the little girl and continue to walk deep into Siping Street, when he walked to the end of Siping Street, he could see that the three- and four-story western-style buildings were located on the side of the street, and there were light box stores of the Bell Tower Department Store outside the wall, and the street was full of foreign cars, and there were modern men and women coming in and out, which was extremely lively.

Entering the department store, Song Siyuan took him straight to the men's clothing area, and casually explained: "After the opening of the port in Harbin in 1907, there were countless foreigners in this city to set up factories, open commercial buildings, build buildings, preach and do business, study and settle down, and now there are hundreds of thousands of people in that city, but all the fashion that appears in Paris will appear in Harbin City within a week, and Fengtian's fashion is shipped from Harbin City." ”

The conversation has arrived at the men's clothing counter, Chinese and Western dresses, dazzling, Song Siyuan took him into the hanger room, and kept picking up clothes and putting them in his arms.

After Yue Guanchao came out of the fitting room, he stood in front of the mirror and carefully observed the new clothes, the upper body was a slightly brown leather jacket, the lower body was dark green cargo pants, and there was a pair of velvet hiking boots on his feet.

"How? It's normal that you don't like suits, this kind of tooling is more suitable for you, it is especially popular among foreigners, I will choose a few sets of others for you, and wear it according to this in the future. ”

After speaking, Song Siyuan picked and chose between the shelves, and continued to choose several other sets of clothes for Yue Guanchao, and when he checked out, he quickly stopped: "Hey, this is my clothes, or I'll settle the bill, how can I let you settle the bill, I'm not a little white face!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, Song Siyuan had already settled the account: "As long as you are still a little white face, I think it is almost the same as a little black face, let's go, I think the time has come." ”

Song Siyuan winked at him, and took Yue Guanchao out of the department store, and when they returned to the teahouse, it was already dark, and the small merchants and vendors in the City God Temple were most likely to close their stalls, and a few of them thought that there were pedestrians in front of the stalls to reduce their prices.

"A few of you, are you going to the Yin City?" The teahouse owner had already put away the store cover and asked as he wiped the table.

"The boss has good eyesight." Yue Qingshan bowed his hand slightly.

"Hey, what a good eyesight, I see that you neither go shopping nor incense, thinking that you must wait for the evening to go to the Yin Market, but there are too many people to make a living, if you are not in a hurry, go to the City God Temple and so on, there are more people who go to the Yin Market."

The owner of the teahouse didn't say it explicitly, and he could hear that he was going to close the stall, Yue Qingshan and a few of them walked out of the teahouse and walked into the Chenghuang Temple.

After entering the door, there are parking stables on the left and right, and when the pilgrims disperse, the stables are completely empty, and there are many flat-headed people who are short of five drawbacks and three deficiencies.

It was expected that most of these people went to the Yin Market to beg for a living, so they went to the temple to give him the newly bought clothes, and went into the stables to wait for the opening of the Hades market with the others.

It is said that the market is open at the same time, in fact, it will not be so late at all, and when the night sinks into darkness and the bright moon rises high in the sky, the temple gate is already noisy, and the bell rings like nothing.

"The underworld is open, idlers avoid ~~~~"

There was a withering noise, a faint shout, and the elongated sound gradually dissipated.

The people in the stable heard the movement, like a resurrected spirit, lurking in the night, walking out in pairs, Yue Guanchao and them mixed with the crowd, out of the gate of the City God's Temple.

From a distance, the outside world knows that there is a ghost market in the City God Temple, whether it is taboo or afraid of causing trouble, there is no light, only the outline of the large and small buildings, hidden in the endless darkness, looming in the moonlight, compared with the day, it seems to be silent, not close to the living, as if the bustle and excitement of the day is just an illusion!

In the alley at the back gate of the City God Temple, there is a miserable green light that scatters light, like a ghost fire leading pedestrians to keep approaching.

There, presumably the entrance to the ghost market!