It's dawn.

The distant morning bell will wake up the ancient city.

As soon as Boss Fang woke up, he went back to the past.

Chengdong morning market.

"Erwei, Xiao Liuzi, you two guard the south head!"

"Bald, eight, you two go to the north!"

"Boss!"

"Haha!

They're here again, they're all there! Dirty little faces one after another, tattered clothes one after another, the boss screaming one after another, one after another giggling, and the little flowers! The sun at the base of the wall is still so warm, I can only hear the noisy and lively noise, and what I smell in my nose is the fragrance of the rich coriander and the fishy smell of live fish and raw meat, mixed with dust, it is so familiar and kind, I want to cry.

"Uh-uhh

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a donkey face with two rows of big teeth, and his mouth was open stupidly.

This is not a dream, this is Jiangzhou, Fang Yin is back.

Boss Fang, go home.

Boss Fang was sitting in the place where he used to give orders, lazily leaning against the earthen wall, in a daze. But without the little brother, Boss Fang would no longer be Boss Fang, but a lonely man, Daoist Fang. Of course, this Taoist priest Fang Yin also deserves to have a match, so Daoist Fang is not a Taoist priest, but a Taoist priest. Travel, travel, travel, it seems that Fang Yin was born to be a life of running around and toiling, and he cannot stop without dying.

"Dangchang!"

But it was a large copper coin, and it was thrown in a broken bowl.

Longjing Tongbao, one.

"Thank you, uncle, good man!"

Daoist You Fang said stupidly, instantly revealing his identity.

"It's so pitiful!" It turns out that Daoist Fang is not a Daoist of Youfang, but also a person named Fang Yin, a little called Hua.

"Huh?" The copper coin was still dripping and spinning in the bowl, and Fang Yin had already come back to his senses. I was annoyed in my heart, but I didn't see the person who gave alms, only to see a dirty hand stretched out: "Go away, go away!" looked up at an old beggar, short and thin with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and his face looked more like one hundred and eight: "Sleeping on someone's bed, occupying other people's land, phew! Where did Xiao Yedao come from?" "Where is the bed? What is this place?" Fang Yin was stunned: "You-"

It turns out that the little flower is not a little flower, the little flower is forgotten, the sky should be used as a bed, this is a treasure of feng shui! The old beggar rolled his eyes, pointed his hand at you, and said: "What are you, what are you! Hmph! I don't study well at a young age, but I come to grab a job with the old man!" "Grab a job? Who robs whom? I saw only one broken rice bowl with a missing mouth. Fang Yin looked left and right, shook his head and smiled, got up and walked away.

Time flies, and things are not people.

"Uhh

"No hurry, no hurry. Fang Yin smiled: "Well, don't call first, I'll have a few words with him." ”

"Old man, where are you from, and how long have you been here?" Fang Yin stepped forward and squatted down and asked politely. The old beggar leaned against the wall, holding his head in his hands, squinting his eyes, stretching his legs, and ignoring him. Fang Yin smiled and asked again: "Old man, who else is begging for food here?" Huh, huh, before the words fell, the snoring had already started, but he saw the old beggar leaning comfortably against the earthen wall with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping very soundly.

"Dangchang!"

Another crunch, it doesn't sound the same!

But it's a tip of silver, the size of a pigeon's egg, but it's terrible!

The old beggar's eyes widened as if his hand was like electricity, and he brushed the ground and copied it: "Be polite and polite! It's easy to say and say!" He smiled and smiled, and his old face wrinkled into a flower: "Little brother, who are you looking for?" It turns out that Xiao Zhaohua is not only not a small Hua, but also has changed into a big rich man! Fang Da Rich Man is very rich, so rich that he forgets about his wealth, and at this time, after the old beggar's reminder, he finally remembered——

It takes a while to inquire about the news.

Seeing that this small wild road is still relatively on the road, the main thing is that he is more generous, and the old beggar will tell him as soon as he is happy. That's knowing everything, and counting all the flowers in Jiangzhou City. Unexpectedly, Fang Yin heard it once, but he didn't know it at all! No, it was not strange, this old beggar had only been begging in Jiangzhou for more than a year, compared to Boss Fang, who used to be called Huatouer, he was already a foreigner.

But what about people?

The strange thing is, what about Boss Fang's younger brothers? Where did the little shouting flowers go back then?

Fang Yin was confused when he heard it, so he had to ask him one by one, and when it came to Xiao Liuzi, the old beggar finally nodded: "Xiao Liu, I know!" Fang Yin was overjoyed, and hurriedly listened carefully: "Xiao stopped doing it six years ago, and now it's gone, go, that, uh." Halfway through the words, he didn't say anything more, Fang Yin hurriedly said: "Where, where, you say it quickly!" He couldn't say a word, but he saw the old beggar looking at his house in a daze, as if his mind was suddenly confused: "I want to think about it, I want to think about it, well, why can't I remember it all of a sudden, hey!

Confused and confused, or lack of people's hearts, the meaning of the old man is clear, why do you have no eyesight and don't go on the road? Of course, this Xiaoye Dao's background is also extraordinary, and he has no other skills, and he is good at human feelings. Look at the sly light in the dim old eyes, and see that the corner of the eye frequently falls on the broken bowl with the missing corner, but in the blink of an eye, Fang Yin has already understood. To understand is to understand, but also to feel sour.

Don't sigh that the world is declining, who in the world is not bitter? What you see is the ragged clothes and the old wrinkled skin, and what you see is the dirty white hair and cloudy eyes. I wanted to laugh for a while, but I almost burst into tears, Fang Yin lowered his head and got up and walked to the side, took out two ingots of silver in the baggage, and respectfully presented them: "Old man, accept it." ”

The old beggar was really stunned this time, his hands trembled but he didn't dare to take it: "This, this, little brother, this is serious-" Seriously! Fang Yin nodded again and again, and hurriedly stuffed the silver ingot into his hand: "Old man, you don't know, heh! Originally, I was also here, begging for a living!" The old beggar opened his mouth wide, stunned and speechless for a while, what was heavy in his hands but cold, and what was warm in his heart?

I saw the dazzling sunshine, and a sincere smile in the meantime.

Walking on the street, people come and go, and this place is as lively as before, just like before, it is still the familiar and friendly taste. Once it regained its heart, it was even more deeply infatuated, infatuated with the hustle and bustle of the market, and infatuated with the fireworks in the red dust. Taking a deep breath, his eyes were full of colors, Fang Yin slowly walked in the sea of people, his heart was full of long-lost happiness. Ahh

It's a familiar and strange place, for both a man and a donkey. Only feel kind, only feel kind. Walk through the stalls, walk through the vendors, walk through the busyness and toil, walk through the stories one after another. Second Aunt Li is still so young, but Uncle Zhang is old, but the fish seller over there is the boy of the Wang family? Where is the butcher who sells meat here, Lao Zheng? Those people in the dream are in front of them at this time, but their faces are no longer real, they, they, Fang Yin knows some and some don't, but people don't know Fang Yin anymore.

Xiao Fangzi, it's back.

Xiao Fangzi, grown up.