Chapter 276

"Go on, son."

Gu's mother watched Gu Pan'er leave the house, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Gu's mother called song Zhixin, "Zhixin, Pan'er has gone."

The other end of the phone gave a pause. "Well, I'll go after Pan'er later. We all need a space to calm down."

"That's good... Zhixin, Pan'er is a bit wayward sometimes. You should be tolerant..." Gu's mother said.

"I know." Song Zhixin said.

What song Zhixin thinks in his heart is that if Gu's mother knows that Gu's son has lost his first child because of his unintentional loss, what will be Gu's mother's mood.

Hang up Gu's mother's phone, song Zhixin lost in thought, hope son, you really left? Do you really have no nostalgia for me?

Pan'er, Pan'er, you are so cruel.

Song Zhixin is holding the phone in his heart.

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Gu Pan'er and Han Zhiren left home, and Gu's family went to the airport.

Han Zhiren took out his snacks and said, "Pan'er, eat some sour plum, eat more sour plum for beauty."

Gu Pan'er took the plum and threw it into his mouth.

After a while, Gu Pan'er looked at Han Zhiren stupidly, "why do you feel sour when you eat sour plum in your mouth?"

"That's because your heart is sour, not because of sour plum." Han Zhiren said.

"Is it?" Gu Pan'er asked, what's in her heart?

On the plane, the two did not talk too much, Gu Pan'er was a little tired, so he had a good sleep.

When I got to the airport, I felt a little strange.

"Well? Where is this? " Gu Pan'er asked suspiciously.

Han Zhiren smiles, "our plane is going to transfer, so I'll take you to Xiamen to transfer. By the way, I'll stay here for a day and take you to have a look."

Gu Pan'er suddenly remembered what he said casually that Han Zhiren's spoon was good-looking. That's not the reason why han Zhiren brought her to Xiamen, right?

Forget it. What do you want so much for? Too much thinking makes people tired.

Out of the airport, Han Zhiren has arranged for people to pick up the plane.

"Tired or not?" Han Zhiren asked Gu Pan'er.

"Not bad."

"I'll take you to Xiamen for an afternoon. It's too late to go to Gulangyu. I'll take you to zengcuo'an. The streets there are very special. You should like them." Han Zhiren said.

Gu Pan'er nodded, "thank you."

"Ha ha, it's OK. It's going to be a connecting flight. I just came to Xiamen by the way." Han Zhiren said with a smile.

Gu Pan'er smiles and doesn't speak.

Zeng cuo'an is a small town of literature and art, where there are all kinds of delicious food from all over the world, as well as all kinds of new literary and artistic things.

On the road, Wen Qing's favorite rock and roll folk music, or hoarse or fresh voice, carried through the whole world.

"Is it good?" Han Zhiren asked.

"Good looking."

Youyou should like it more, Gu Pan'er thinks secretly.

Gu Pan'er went to sell postcards and wrote a postcard to send to Xu youyou. Imagining the surprise expression when you received the postcard, Gu Pan'er was in a good mood.

"There's a shop for handmade porcelain ahead. Let's go in and have a look."

Following Han Zhiren's fingers, it turned out to be a handmade pottery shop.

The decoration of the shop is simple and simple, and a few simple or beautiful pottery are put on the shelf, which is beautiful and artistic.

The wooden sign at the door said, "don't bargain unless you stay."

"This is very interesting." Han Zhiren points to mupaizi.

"Yes..." Gu Pan'er nodded.

The landlady of the earthenware shop is a girl who has tiger teeth when she smiles. She bends her eyebrows and leans out to ask, "do you want to make earthenware jars?"

Han Zhiren nodded and they walked into the shop.

There were a few customers in the shop. The two little girls were covered with yellow mud, but the smile on their faces was full of youth.

"What kind of clay pot do you want to make? Or porcelain? "

Without waiting for Gu Pan'er to answer, Han Zhiren said, "make a ceramic spoon."

Looking at Pan'er, Han Zhiren really remembered the spoon. Did he come to Xiamen for the spoon?

The little girl seldom heard such a request from her guests. She was stunned for a while, but the merchant was always smart. The little girl soon laughed, "OK, I don't know what you like?"

Han Zhiren thought for a while and said, "it's a little bit simple, a little bit literary."

The little girl chuckled, "then you are really right. We are a street of literature and art. It's really right to come here."

"Then you can make one with her." Han Zhiren said with a smile, sitting on one side, took out a laptop to deal with the company's affairs.

"Follow me, please." The little girl went up to the second floor with a smile.

Looking around, I didn't expect to see such a small facade. It turned out that the upstairs was so full of holes.

The decoration of the shop is artistic, simple and good-looking. It looks very comfortable.

"The decoration here is very beautiful." Gu Pan'er praised.

The little girl was very happy, "yes, this shop is decorated by my friends and I in the style we like. Two years ago, we decided to stay here because we like the style of this street, in order to meet people similar to us."

"Aren't you all local?" Gu Pan'er asked.

"We are from Zhejiang and we stayed because we like Zeng cuo'an." Gu Pan'er nodded.

It's really admirable for people who leave their hometown for their dreams and hobbies.

"In this street, there are many people like us who stay here because they like it and for their dreams." The little girl warmly introduced.

Gu Pan'er nodded his head and admired such a person in his heart.

And all she wanted was to run away from the things she didn't want to face.

"You're all great." Gu Pan'er praised sincerely.

The little girl took out a lump of clay and gave some to Gu Pan'er.

"Take it and do what you want."

"But I will not."

"Never mind, I'll teach you." The little girl was smiling.

Gu Pan'er watched a mass of ordinary soil changing in the little girl's hands, but after a while, the lifeless soil turned into a delicate spoon shape.

"Come, follow me." Said the little girl.

Gu Pan'er learned the little girl's way and made the clay into a spoon. "My spoon seems a little ugly."

"It doesn't matter." Looking at the little girl's skillful hands, the spoon turned into a delicate shape.

"What do you like?" Asked the little girl.

"I like..." Gu Pan'er thought of the child he lost, but did he really like it? Gu Pan'er didn't know, but the loss of that child almost broke his heart