The time was approaching, and the sky in Chang'an City in October had already darkened.

But the market called Suzaku Street is very lively.

Rows of lanterns stretch from the street to the end of the street, illuminating the place as if it were daylight.

The shouts of the vendors on the street are loud, the restaurants on both sides are cooked and fragrant, and the pedestrians come and go.

Su Changan rarely saw such a scene, even when Nagato was at its most lively, it was less than one percent of the Suzaku Street at this moment.

He was a little excited as he shuttled from vendor to vendor.

The vendors bought all sorts of strange things, from candy clay figurines to puppet masks. In short, Su Changan had never seen so many things.

Qingluan has been following Su Changan's side, if he wants to see something, she will wait for him on the side, and if he wants to go forward, she will follow without hurry.

But she's not interested in the objects on the street vendors.

In her opinion, those things were crude workmanship and useless things.

Take those puppets as an example, in Qingluan's opinion, these puppets are stiff, they can neither move nor speak, and they can't withstand an ordinary beast in the mountains and forests. She couldn't understand why these humans were so keen on it.

More than 100 years ago, when she traveled through the world to cut off her cause and effect, she met a woman. Her husband had made a doll out of some hay for her, but when her husband died, the woman spoke to the doll every day as if the doll were her husband.

She was puzzled by this, she did not understand what kind of feelings a woman had for her husband. In her opinion, everyone will die, and since sooner or later there will be this day, why bother to feel sorry for who left before whom. What's more, Qingluan felt that even if a woman was really reluctant to give up her husband, then she should go to the grave to visit, instead of being in a daze at a person inexplicably.

Thinking of these past events, Qingluan couldn't help but be a little distracted. Before she knew it, she was in front of a vendor who was buying dolls.

And Su Changan's excitement that he had just seen the lively scene of this market gradually subsided, he looked left and right, but found that his uncle was standing in front of a doll shop in a daze.

He leaned up a little strangely, "Uncle Shi, do you like it?" I'll buy one for you." Su Changan said.

Hearing this, Qingluan turned his head to look at the colorful dolls, and was sure that he didn't like them. So she shook her head and said, "No. ”

But Su Changan had a different view. Qingluan said that he was shopping with him, but he was silent all the way, and he also turned a blind eye to the things in this market, but he stopped in front of this doll shop. He thought about it again that girls have always been duplicitous, she said that if she doesn't want it, she wants it, and she says she wants it but she doesn't necessarily want it.

Su Changan affirmed his judgment in this way, he carefully selected in front of the vendors, and finally, he took out a doll in the shape of a woman in Tsing Yi from the pile of dolls.

"That's it!" Su Changan said, and then quickly negotiated the price with the stall owner and paid the silver.

"Here you go!" he handed over the doll, which looked somewhat similar to Qingluan.

"I don't like it. Qingluan shook his head and said.

When she said this, she looked directly at Su Changan. The eyes in his eyes were as clear as a pool of spring water. A person with such eyes will not tell a lie.

Su Changan soon realized that he seemed to be thinking something wrong. But the first time I gave a girl something and was rejected, it was a very embarrassing thing and a shame-losing thing.

And face is a very important thing for a swordsman.

This is the truth that Chu Xifeng told him, and he took it as a creed.

So he stubbornly said: "If someone gives you something and you say you don't like it, it's a very unreasonable thing." ”

"Really?" Qingluan was stunned, she had always been very reasonable, so she hesitated a little. "Does that make sense?"

"Naturally, there is. Su Changan saw that Qingluan had some traces of looseness, he nodded hurriedly and said so.

"Okay then" After a slight hesitation, Qingluan still reached out and took the doll.

"Keep what others give. Losing or breaking it is also a very unreasonable thing. Su Changan has gradually figured out his uncle's thoughts. So he added.

"Yes. Qingluan secretly wrote down this truth, and then carefully put the doll she didn't like into her arms.

"Then let's go over there. Su Changan suddenly found that not far away, there were many people gathered around, as if he was looking at something very strange, he was interested, pulled Qingluan, and trotted all the way over.

The moment Qingluan's hand was grabbed by Su Changan, she subconsciously wanted to resist, but she suddenly thought that this boy seemed to be a reasonable person, he might have his reason for pulling himself, but if he broke away, he would seem to be unreasonable.

So after a slight hesitation, she still let Su Changan pull her and walked towards the crowd.

"How many times have I told you, you thing, we can't ask for it!"

Su Changan pulled Qingluan and just squeezed into the crowd, when he saw several tall men dressed as Ma Da guards scolding at a man.

The man, about twenty-five or sixteen years of age, was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him down. He was wearing an ordinary linen garment, and perhaps because of the frequent washing, some parts of the garment had begun to turn white.

But he was quite handsome, but his eyes were a little puffy, and his face was sickly pale. So the whole person looks a little sloppy and decadent. And he was holding a thick stack of white paper in his hand at this time, and he hugged it very hard, so that the throbbing green energy appeared on his thin arm.

When the man heard the words of the guards, his already pale face became more and more ugly. But he gritted his teeth and begged, "Look at it again." Let's take a look?"

As he spoke, he handed the thick stack of white paper in his hand to the guards.

"How many times have I told you, what you wrote, we can't do it!" said one of the guards at the head of the guard, very impatiently, and with a wave of his hand, he opened the hand that the man had handed in front of him.

"I beg you, look at it again. When the man didn't seem to accept such an argument, he still didn't give up and handed the paper in his hand again.

"I told you, we can't do what you wrote!" the guard was clearly annoyed by the man's entanglement, and he waved his hand again to slap away what the man had handed him.

Maybe it was because he was exerting so much force this time, or maybe it was because the man's body was too thin. So the man's body staggered to the side, and the white paper that he had always regarded as a treasure fell from him. Thrown high in the air, it fell like snowflakes.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, he looked at the flying pieces of paper, and crawled to his feet, shuttling through the crowd as fast as he could, picking up the white papers one by one into his arms.

But this is a busy city, people come and go, and his blank papers will inevitably be stepped on by passing pedestrians, and every time at this time, he will rush up and push those people away like a demon, pick up those white papers, and mutter, "Don't." No. ”

When the guards saw that the man had finally stopped pestering, they let out a sneer, turned and walked into a shop behind them.

Su Changan's brows furrowed, he looked at the man who was hunched over in the crowd, constantly searching, and inexplicably felt that he was a little pitiful.

He thought about it for a moment, and finally hooked up to help the man pick up the blank paper on the ground.

But at this moment, Qingluan on the side, her jade fingers moved suddenly, her arm was raised, and a faint fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly spread, and the papers scattered randomly on the ground seemed to have reached some kind of edict, flying towards her hand. After a few breaths, he placed it neatly in a pile on her hand.

"Give it to him. Qingluan handed the wad of paper to Su Changan and said.

Su Changan was stunned for a moment, took it and took a pile of paper, and then he found that the white paper was densely filled with neat handwriting. He looked at it carefully, and saw that it seemed to be a story, which he found somewhat interesting. But he walked up quickly, and handed the paper in his hand to the man who was still looking for it.

"Here you go, it's all here. Su Changan said.

The man was visibly surprised, and he took the pile of papers with some smugness, and it took a while for him to come to his senses. He hugged the things tightly in his arms again, as if he was afraid that they would disappear in the next second.

"Thank you. He stood up and said to Su Changan.

"It's fine. Su Changan said: "I think you write very well." You can try it somewhere else. ”

"Yes. The man nodded a little bitterly, noncommittal to Su Changan's words.

Then he lowered his head and was silent for a while, and suddenly he raised his head, looked into Su Changan's eyes, and said, "My name is Gu Qianfan." Thank you for this time. ”

I don't know if it's a delusion. Su Changan felt that the man's eyes seemed to be much brighter at that moment. He nodded at him again and said, "My name is Su Changan, and I live in Tianlan Courtyard. If you have time, you can bring me your stuff, I love reading stories. ”