Greedy pleasure

Yan Xiaomi was taken aback when she received the 50 transferred from Taohuabai.

【I sold four more selfies of you {smile}. 】

Immediately, Yan Xiaomi fainted from laughter in Shu Chiye's arms, and when they came back with their things, it rained harder.

The two of them entered the hotel with an umbrella, and they still got a little wet.

He simply took a shower and changed his clothes, then went to bed and continued to lie down.

She threw away the phone and turned around to hug Shu Chiye's waist, her body trembled slightly when she laughed, causing him to put the phone aside too.

"I took a few photos and earned 50 yuan. I'll treat you to a big meal later."

She raised her head slightly, her bright eyes were shining with stars, very dazzling.

Shu Chiye's well-defined forearms supported the weight of her head, and her long black hair was covered between his fingers.

"Using your own photos to blackmail others, you can think of such a bad idea."

It sounded like she was bad, but he actually loved her little cunning.

The ridiculous thing is, Shen Yingying is so ignorant, how much she wants to pull Yan Xiaomi off her horse, will she even fall for this kind of trick?

"What's wrong?" Yan Xiaomi snorted softly, "Aren't you still rare?"

Not only do she have a lot of bad ideas in this kind of thing, but she also has a lot of bad ideas in bed.

He was often annoyed by her, and Teng Sheng wanted to conquer her, insisting on making her beg for mercy.

The drizzle in the south is very artistic, and it will not be sunny for three or two days according to the weather forecast.

Shu Chiye was tired of staying in the hotel, mainly because she couldn't bear to be tossed about all the time.

He did nothing on the bed, and it was him who suffered again.

So he asked Yan Xiaomi to take him to play in Wencheng.

"There is a small town here, which retains the traces of the 50s, and it is quite beautiful."

What Yan Xiaomi took him to was a scenic spot around Wencheng, which was named a classic town witnessed by the years.

Compared with the imitation in Shu Chiye Resort, the ancient flavor here is more sufficient.

Because the occasional pedestrians who come and go are wearing ethnic clothes with a sense of age.

The men wear bamboo hats and coir raincoats, and the women carry oil-paper umbrellas.

In this comparison, Yan Xiaomi and Shu Chiye, who are dressed in modern attire, are very eye-catching.

Most of the people who come to play stay in the hotel and wait for the rain to stop before coming out. The streets are full of local people who are busy with their lives.

It was just the two of them, strolling around slowly under umbrellas, and occasionally stopped to buy something they were interested in.

"What's that?" Shu Chiye took out his hand in his pocket, and pointed to an old man who was knitting something not far away under the hall.

Yan Xiaomi followed his line of sight, her eyes froze, and the blocked memories flooded in.

"It was woven according to the size of your hand, and the gap here is just right for mine, Zhiqing..."

These things are sold in pairs, and the most expensive one is more than 100.

For Yan's family at that time, it was a drop in the bucket, but Yan Zhiqing was still very happy to receive this birthday present.

It is more precious than those particularly expensive ones in the past.

She kept it carefully until... before she died, a fire burned both rings.

Before Yan Xiaomi came back to her senses, her ring finger suddenly tightened, and she looked down to see the man's bony hand measuring with a rope.

"Just this size." He marked it and handed the rope to the old man who weaved.

The old man held two sticks of hay with a faint fragrance in his hands, and there was a basket on the left side, which was full of that kind of hay.

The small chopping board in front of him is full of all kinds of woven and paired things.

There are rings, bracelets, garlands.

"What are you doing?" Yan Xiaomi asked Shu Chiye in surprise, "You like this kind of thing?"

Shu Chiye looked sideways, Shen Mou looked at her for a long time and said casually, "The old man said that this thing is so woven that it cannot be unraveled, I don't believe it."

His straightforward explanation made Yan Xiaomi's mouth twitch.

The old man smiled and said, "Young man, it must be from the north at first glance. This kind of straw man is resilient, and it will change color after being soaked in water after drying, but you can't take it apart with your hands."

He picked up a ring, tugged it hard, and it was intact, "This implies the relationship between two people, and it cannot be taken apart. If you have to take it apart, you will burn both jade and stone, and both sides will suffer."

Either cut it, or burn it, and destroy it directly.

"It's all superstitious." Yan Xiaomi gently tugged on Shu Chiye's sleeve, and whispered, "It's very naive, let's go."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. The black umbrella blocked her from the drizzle of rain, and it condensed into water droplets along the edge of the umbrella, which dripped to the ground and wet the hem of her skirt.

Shu Chiye withdrew his gaze, and took out two red banknotes from his bag, "Please make a pair according to this size, I will pick them up when I have time."

"Okay." The old man took the money, leaned out to look at Yan Xiaomi's leaving back, and said to him, "Young man, it's not that your girlfriend doesn't believe in this meaning, it may be that there is a gap in her heart."

gap?

When she came to Wencheng, she seemed to be a different person.

Some happiness is all disguised, and she will worry about gains and losses when she comes into contact with certain things occasionally.

Shu Chiye remembered that Yan Zhibai said that Yan Xiaomi grew up in Wencheng.

He restrained himself, nodded at the old man, turned and left.

Yan Xiaomi was waiting for Shu Chiye at the door of an antique noodle shop, and she felt a little sorry to see him coming over in the rain.

Holding an umbrella, I took two steps towards him, "This noodle restaurant tastes good. It has been open for many years, and I haven't had lunch yet. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay." Shu Chiye would not refuse anything she suggested.

There were not many people in the noodle shop, so the two ordered noodles separately and were served quickly.

Yan Xiaomi ordered them according to her taste, the two noodles she thought were the best.

After eating full, he went shopping for another afternoon, and returned in the evening, passing by the weaving store, Shu Chiye took the ring while Yan Xiaomi was not paying attention, and put it in his bag.

"What did you hide?" Yan Xiaomi went back to the car first, and saw what he put into the bag through the rearview mirror.

A pair of big, pitch-black eyes stared at him without blinking, and there was no embarrassment on his face of being caught.

Instead, he answered very calmly, "It's not convenient to disclose."

"What's inconvenient?" Yan Xiaomi raised her eyebrows and spread her hands, "Did you secretly buy something delicious and didn't plan to share it with me? You're going too far. I've been shopping with you all day. It's all sour."

Shu Chiye's face was tense, and he looked at her for a while and asked seriously, "I really want to give it to you, but I plan to go back to the hotel and give it to you. Are you sure you want to be here?"

"Sure." Yan Xiaomi raised her final voice, telling her intuitively that doing things behind her back is not a good thing.

Her open palms were facing upwards, and the man's bony hands covered them, and there was a small box in her hand.

She quickly took the small box back, and took it apart with three strokes.

Staring at Shu Chiye during the demolition process, his eyes accused him of buying things behind her back.