let loose

Out of the East Road, turn a corner and there is a long slope.The slope is not very trembling, and it is very wide, and three wheels can drive directly over it.But the trolley is not so easy. The trolley depends entirely on manpower. Someone must pull the trolley up in the front and someone behind will support it to prevent the goods from falling off the trolley.

Pulling the cart uphill is very strenuous, and the uncle lacks strength. Instead of moving forward, the cart went straight backwards, and the person pushing behind the cart was forced to use no strength.Lin Tingxi was a rough old man, tall and strong, and took the initiative to go to the front to replace the uncle.

Jiang Zhou and Song Mian stood on both sides of the scooter to help Lin Tingxi pull, and pushed the rest behind.After everyone was in place, the uncle shouted: "I'll count to one, two, three, let's do our best together!"

Everyone answered in unison: "Okay!"

Lin Tingxi is worthy of being the son of a contractor, and he is really strong. With the assistance of Jiang Zhou and Song Mian, the cart is advancing steadily step by step, and it is about to level off.

Song Mian: "Keep working harder!"

Everyone responded in unison: "It's done!"

Just climbing a short steep slope, the teenagers are extremely serious, and their thin bodies seem to have infinite strength at this moment.Under the light of the moon, everyone frowned, as if they were doing something great.

No matter how lazy and precious you are at home on weekdays, how you can't carry your shoulders and hands, but once you are serious, you will do your best.

Young people will always have inexhaustible vitality and inexhaustible strength.

Enthusiastic and impulsive, turbulent, and reckless in doing things, this is their most straightforward label, but in fact there is often a kindness that is not ostentatious inside.

Over the steep slope is the People's Square.Different from the lonely and desolate dilapidated scene on the East Road, the People's Square is very lively, with feasting lights, people coming and going, and shops on both sides of the street are open, selling everything.

People's Square is the most famous night market street in the city.It is one of the most popular night markets in Shanghai, with many tall buildings, shopping malls and shops, and a huge daily flow of people.

What is different from usual is that the decoration of many shops tonight has a bit of ancient style.In the past, when stepping into the street, the ear-popping DJ music that was played on all sides in a loop throughout the day was replaced by Guzheng music that is melodious and gentle like mountains and flowing water.The warm light on the roadside street lamp was not turned on, and a lantern was hung instead, with bright red and yellow tassels swaying in the wind, very festive.

The sky was completely sinking, and several teenagers pushed their carts slowly forward in the crowded streets.

"Is it a special festival today? Or is there a crew filming here?"

Passing by two girls dressed in vintage clothes, Zheng Qiran asked suspiciously.

"Is someone getting married? Isn't that the same kind of Chinese dress?" The shops on the street are full of beautiful things, and the group performers look around excitedly.

"Who gets married so much, the whole street celebrates him? The mayor doesn't necessarily have this kind of treatment." Wogua said with oblique bangs.

"The mayor doesn't dare to have this kind of treatment. It's extravagant and wasteful, and it's not a corrupt official." Lin Pingping said.

"I heard from my wife what kind of begging festival is today. It's the festival where the gangster and the spider woman meet. Young people like it. Look, they even asked me to sell roses."

Begging Festival?Rogue and Spider-Woman?

The teenagers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Just in time, the loudspeaker pinned to the door beam of a clothing store next door uttered passionately: "Big sale, big sale, golden autumn season, the store is warming up, clothes are soliciting customers, Qixi special price, if you can't buy it, you can't get a loss, you can't be fooled, it's a good opportunity." It’s not every day, it’s not cigarettes or beer, just walk by and have a look.”

Tanabata?

A bunch of single dogs don't remember this festival at all. If the old man hadn't reminded them, they almost didn't remember what Qixi Festival is.

Lin Tingxi couldn't help laughing as he pulled the cart: "Master, it's not a begging festival, it's a begging festival. If you make a mistake in a word, there's a big difference. Don't make a mistake when you sell toys later, I'm afraid of being too angry The guests heard it and smashed your cart."

"Boss and Spider-Woman, sir, your professional ability has not kept up, and you don't remember the name of the protagonist." Song Mian said.

Everyone laughed.

"Haha."

Jiang Zhou also laughed, very quietly.

Song Mian, who had been paying attention to him consciously or unconsciously, was pleasantly surprised. God knows that Jiang Zhou didn't make a sound or turn his head when he observed Jiang Zhou all the way.

Stretching out her index finger to poke his back, Song Mian asked in a low voice, "Oh, did you just laugh?"

Jiang Zhou paused, turned his head, and looked at him as if looking at something strange: "Can't I laugh?"

After entering the night market, Song Mian moved to the side of Jiang Zhou, looking for an opportunity to peek at him.This time Jiang Zhou took the initiative to turn around, and Song Mian finally saw his face clearly with the light from the shops on the street, and forgot to breathe for a moment.

I have to say that Jiang Zhou's complexion is really fair. I don't know if it's because of the light.

Jiang Zhou stood very straight.

The distance between the eyebrows and eyes on both sides is just right, the eyes are thin and long, the eye ends are upturned and the eyelashes are thick, the bridge of the nose is handsome, and the lips are thin and red.

There was no expression on his face, and he looked into Song Mian's eyes, which were deep and energetic.

Song Mian's heart beat a little faster, and his fingers that were firmly on the cart curled up slightly. He unconsciously took a deep breath, and it took a long time for him to let it out slowly. A damn thing stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it for a long time.

His throat was inexplicably dry, and his mind lacked words, and he didn't know how to describe this feeling.

The traditional concept of Chinese people all think that handsome boys should have sharp eyebrows and star eyes, sharp outlines, full of masculinity, and can give people a sense of sharpness and peaks.

Jiang Zhou, on the other hand, has a delicate appearance, not so exaggerated that he can be ashamed of Guan Yue, but he can't be described as "handsome" anyway.

I can't tell whether it is "handsome" or "beautiful".

"Wow... Jiang Zhou, you..." Lin Pingping also saw it, and pushed his glasses in shock.

"It's so pretty..." The co-star Xiaocute caught up with the conversation, and was also dumbfounded.

Jiang Zhou looked at them, but turned back without answering.

Only Song Mian was still blushing and heart beating.

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The old man's stall is on the street, and he arrived soon.

The old man patted Lin Tingxi on the shoulder very gratefully: "Thank you guys, if I didn't have your help, I might not be able to get out of the stall today, and I don't know when I go home that my wife will talk about me a lot sky."

"It should be." Lin Tingxi smiled with a swollen pig's face, probably because he was praised, and his mood was drifting, "Master, how do you set up this stall? Why don't we help you set up the stall too? "

Helping people to the end, the big and small guys didn't have any opinions, so they did what they said, and started to help the uncle.First, I took a long cloth in the car and spread it on the ground, and then placed the goods.

Everyone worked together, and Song Mian followed Jiang Zhou with a stack of books, and rubbed his arm with his head, "Oh, you still owe me a lot of questions. Do you remember? I've been waiting for you to answer me."

Jiang Zhou ignored him, and Gu Zi put the books in his arms on the ground and arranged them.Seeing him pursing his lower lip, Song Mian was secretly happy, and put the book in his arms on top of the book that Jiang Zhou had put away.

Jiang Zhou originally wanted to tidy up the books, but inadvertently glanced at the books Song Mian had just put on them, his face flushed slightly, he slowed down, frowned and turned his head to look at Song Mian.

Song Mian was waiting for this moment, he bent his crescent eyes, opened his hands to cover the cover, and said heartlessly: "Ah, ah, don't get me wrong, I didn't do it on purpose. , This is really an accident." He raised his hand and put four fingers together to make an oath: "I really just hugged it casually, who knew that the uncle's business has developed to this point?"

He couldn't tell what kind of mentality it was, but he picked out this book on purpose, just to see Jiang Zhou's bewildered look.The cover is an illustration of a man and woman embracing. The color is yellowish, the content of the picture is relatively large-scale, and the title is exaggerated. It uses huge bronzing fonts, shining brightly: "Three Days of Desire".

The result didn't disappoint him, Jiang Zhou blushed, his bewildered look was so cute.

On the other side, Zheng Qiran and Wogua also had a quarrel.

After the "Changbanpo" battle, the relationship between the two sides suddenly became very magical.It exploded at one o'clock, and the tense atmosphere that started fighting after half a sentence suddenly disappeared, and became extremely harmonious.

Zheng Qiran: "Huang Daliang, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? You said that roses should be placed first. On Valentine's Day, roses must be the best seller!"

Huang Daliang: "There are obviously a lot of children on the street, so there is no need for children? You can die if you put two rattles in front?"

"Have you seen any children playing with rattles now? Aren't they all model airplanes and model racing cars!" Zheng Qiran said.

"You control me! I'll let you go!"

Huang Daliang hummed and chirped.

Song Mian accidentally heard the corner of the wall, and suddenly realized that Wogua's name was Huang Daliang.

Lin Tingxi and Lin Pingping were in charge of decorating the atmosphere of the booth, hanging lanterns, blowing up balloons, one tall and one short standing very close to each other, one hanging a command, but they cooperated surprisingly harmoniously, not only did they not quarrel, but they even chatted.

The well-behaved extras, Little Cutie, are in charge of attracting attention. He is a young gentleman who attracts the old aunt the most.He specially took some roses to give to passers-by, and led them to the booth.

Song Mian stood and looked at him for a while, and found that this man had only given out two roses for a long time. There were many people passing by him on the street, and he didn't respond.

Somewhat strange, Song Mian went over to him and asked him, "What's the matter, you don't want to receive flowers when you send them?"

The guy shook his head: "Rose is worthy of beauties, but I haven't seen many beauties after looking for a long time."

Song Mian: "...just send it as you like."

Sending a flower is still very delicate, this little cutie is probably a little out of control.

When the booth was almost set up, the uncle fiddled with his old-fashioned MP3 and stood it by the side of the booth, and confidently played a song by Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

The later it gets, the more people come to visit the night market. With the increase of people flow, the stalls gradually have business.

Most of the girls are in groups of twos and threes, but the purpose is not to buy things, most of them are to see people.

"Oh my god, are all the little brothers who set up roadside stalls so handsome now?"

"Oh my God!!! That boy in black is so pretty, his skin is so fair and his legs are so long!!!"

"I think the one with the blue hair is cooler. It's vicious, and it's not easy to mess with. It's so attractive."

"Wow, he just saw you, did he treat you!!! Hehehe..."

"Who dares to go up and ask for a WeChat ID? I'll buy a cup of milk tea!"

Sensing their probing and probing eyes, Song Mian frowned uncomfortably, took out a hat and mask from his pocket, and put it on.

He doesn't like being surrounded by people.Especially this kind of chattering about his face and figure in front of him, he will feel like a fool for grandstanding.

Song Mian and Jiang Zhou are the facades of the booth, they don't need to do anything deliberately, just standing there is very attractive.These people basically came to see them. Song Mian covered himself, and Jiang Zhou had to bear more than half of the firepower.

Looking at Jiang Zhou with his hands in his pockets, it seemed that he hadn't heard others criticize him.Song Mian bumped him with her shoulder, her eyes under the brim of the hat were black and shiny, "Let's go, let's hide behind."

Jiang Zhou didn't really care about being watched, but he nodded anyway.

"Shallow! Stupid!" Zheng Qiran was heartbroken as he placed the toys: "Are girls now so superficial? Is appearance important? Is face important? Isn't handsome handsome guy like us attractive? He is chic and rich. , A typical perfect boyfriend."

Lin Pingping was playing with the child with a rattle, and laughed at him: "Brother Song is richer than you, smarter than you, more temperamental than you, and more handsome than you."

Zheng Qiran: "..."

Facts speak louder than words.

……

There used to be a row of street stalls selling all kinds of play goods on this side of the street. Behind the stalls was a small room surrounded by plastic sheets.The inside is narrow and cramped, and a small incandescent light bulb is hung on the plastic cloth ceiling. It is not big, but it is very bright and can illuminate the entire space.

"Come on, come on, sit down, you're welcome." Song Mian moved a small plastic stool from somewhere and handed it to Jiang Zhou courteously.

Jiang Zhou took the stool and nodded politely: "Thank you."

Song Mian narrowed her eyes slyly, and knelt down to face Jiang Zhou.The two formed a face-to-face posture, and he propped his chin with both hands, staring at Jiang Zhou without blinking.

"Oh, I just asked you, you haven't told me which school you are from." Song Mian pulled Jiang Zhou's trouser leg.

The corner of Jiang Zhou's mouth twitched, he moved his legs away, and looked at him inexplicably: "Why should I tell you?"

"Because I asked you, should you answer me out of politeness? And you sat in my chair." Song Mian pointed to the plastic stool under his buttocks, and smiled again, "Don't be so mean, I After all, the two of you are still together? You have established such a deep revolutionary friendship and you are still cold to me, are you going to start messing around and end up abandoning me?"

Jiang Zhou had never seen such a brazen person before, and he couldn't control the twitching of his forehead. After a long while, he said speechlessly, "This is obviously you..."

"Okay, then it's fine if you don't say anything, in exchange, let's add a WeChat friend..." Song Mian waved his hand to interrupt him, "I won't let you abandon me, if you want to abandon me, I have to abandon you you."

The space surrounded by plastic sheets is very small, under the light, Song Mian's eyes are bent, and the tear mole under his right eye looks particularly playful.He is like a little rogue, with a smile full of spring and peach blossoms blooming on his face.

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Jiang Zhou's chest heaved to suppress his anger, he was too lazy to talk to him, and turned sideways to face the other side.

Song Mian was amused, and felt that Jiang Zhou's frowning expression was like a young daughter-in-law being molested.

He is a little rascal who likes to tease his little daughter-in-law.

"Oh, it's just a WeChat account, don't be so petty." Song Mian swayed towards him like a little tail.

Jiang Zhou was angry, turned his head away from him, frowned and pursed his lips, and said after a while: "It's already late, what time do you pay?"

If he hadn't received the money yet, he would have left long ago.

"What account?" Song Mian was taken aback.

"Money for fighting." Jiang Zhou said with a frown.

"Oh..." Song Mian suddenly realized, nodded exaggeratedly, and smiled even more proudly: "That money, please beg me, if you beg me, I will give it to you..."

"Rogue." Jiang Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, got up angrily, and pretended to leave.

"Hey, wait, wait, I'll give it, I'll give it right away." Song Mian grabbed his arm and smiled flatteringly.