Chapter 145

Tianhai city is located next to the capital of China. At present, it is not prosperous. However, when night falls, there are still a lot of pedestrians on the street, especially the famous night market on West Street. Compared with the noise of the day, Tianhai city at night seems to be covered with a layer of black veil. Under the illumination of orange street lights, the night market on West Street shows the noise that does not belong to the night.

Peddler's Hawking, pedestrian's bargaining, the noise of roadside stalls, all the noisy voices are mixed together. When ye Zhou takes pan Xiangdong's hand to enter the West Street, passers-by can't help but cast amazing eyes on them. Pan Xiangdong, a T-shirt cowboy, is still tall and handsome, full of domineering, while ye Zhou's slender body plus 100 The height of about 70 cm, as a man, is undoubtedly weak and deceptive, but now wearing a wig, wearing a white dress, slender figure is undoubtedly very attractive, especially the bare half of the snow-white leg, anyone can't help but rush to bite.

"Daughter in law, to be honest, did I do something wrong?"

Holding him back and forth in the night market, pan Xiangdong was careful not to let the crowd touch him while talking, not to mention how frustrated he was.

"Well? No, "he said

It seems that he didn't get his point. Peach blossom eye looks around. He is still very interested in the night market of this era. Although the level of excitement can't be compared with that of 20 or 30 years later, the gadgets sold on the street are very real, and there are many folk snacks that have been lost in 20 or 30 years.

"How can you punish me?"

If it wasn't for him, how about dressing like this?

"Who punished you? Oh, there are also sugar blowers. I haven't seen them for many years. "

Before he finished his sentence, ye Zhou took him excitedly and ran to a sugar blower's stall. In my memory, when he was very young, his parents took him to play in the park and saw the sugar blower once. Later, it seemed that he had never seen the sugar blower again. After 20 or 30 years, this kind of folk art snack basically disappeared.

"What's good to see? You seem so old. "

Pan Xiangdong, who was dragged away by him, complained and returned to complain. Seeing that he was so happy, his face also showed a smile. For a moment, he took off his guard. Without thinking about it, he blurted out: "it's very old, master. Help me blow a little rabbit."

Focusing too much on the master of sugar blower, ye Zhou didn't seem to find that he had said something wrong. Pan Xiangdong, who was behind him, flashed his eyes. After looking at him deeply for a long time, he raised a smile on his lips, but he didn't mean to ask. As early as a long time ago, he knew that there was a secret about ye Zhou, but he didn't want to pursue it. He believed that when the right time was right, he would be happy I'll tell him.

"Well, do you want to blow by yourself or by me?"

The sugar man's master just blew a sugar man and handed it to a little boy about six or seven years old. When he turned around, he saw a very beautiful woman looking at him excitedly. He immediately responded with a bold and forthright voice. He pinched out a lump of soft candy about the size of his thumb from the sugar basin, and kneaded the soft candy in her hand while speaking.

"Can you blow it yourself? I'll blow it myself. "

Ye Zhou was as excited as a child. The master kneaded the soft candy, took a long and thin sugar line and handed it to him: "blow it slowly, yes, that's it, blow it a little bit"

Ye Zhou blew gently with the sugar line, and the lump of soft candy in front of him inflated slowly. Under the master's skillful hand, the rabbit's body shape quickly came out When it comes, the master skillfully pinches out his ears and limbs, and then points his eyes. The chubby rabbit takes shape. Then the master signals Ye Zhou to spit out the sugar thread, picks up a thin bamboo stick, dip some sugar in the sugar pot, and carefully inserts it into the rabbit's stomach. It also indicates that ye Zhou blows twice before cutting off the sugar thread.

"Your little rabbit, thank you for 50 cents."

Pass the cut sugar line and the rabbit to him, and the master smiles.

"Thank you."

After taking the sugar line and throwing it into his mouth, ye Zhou excitedly holds the rabbit that he blows out. Pan Xiangdong timely takes out the money and hands it to him, hugs him and goes on: "I can't see that my daughter-in-law has a girl heart."

In Pan Xiangdong's cognition, only women and children like this kind of gadget. I didn't expect that ye Zhou, who usually looks weak, actually likes it so much.

"Can you talk? What kind of girlish heart? I'm childlike. Do you think everyone is just like you

Ye Zhou, who is in the mood, stares at him fiercely when he hears the words. He knows a fart. If it's put in 20 or 30 years later, let alone the craftsmen who blow sugar people, it's rare to draw sugar people. He is nostalgic for his childhood.

"Yes, I'm inhumane, I'm inhumane, you're childlike, OK?"

Pan Xiangdong speechless to help the forehead, and then whispered: "why don't you say you're rejuvenated?"

"I'm going to be a child again. Do you know what you're doing now?"

There was no way. His whisper was just within the range of Ye Zhou's hearing. Ye Zhou bit off half of the rabbit's body with a click and turned around with a funny smile. Pan Xiangdong only felt that his brain was black and wrinkled his nose. He said weakly, "don't you just want to say that I'm an obscene child? What's the matter? As long as it's you, ye Zhou, even if you're still a baby, labor and capital will be obscene. ""Don't you dare to be more shameless, uncle Dong?"

Ye Zhou immediately made him laugh and cry. He was so shameless that he had no bottom line. If he was really a baby, he would be scared to pee.

"Uncle fart, why don't you call dad?"

Every time he calls him uncle, pan Xiangdong is not happy. Although he usually teases him, he doesn't seem to have any pressure at all. In his heart, he often cares about the age gap between them. I'm afraid he will think he is too old one day.

"Daddy

If you don't have integrity, ye Zhou doesn't seem to be lagging behind. His father really screams. Rao Shi pan Xiangdong can't help his mouth twitching wildly. Why does he have the illusion of being a real father?

"Ha ha"

it's rare to get to their elder brother. Ye Zhou solved the problem of sugar man in his hand with three times, five times and two times. He was so happy that all the passers-by around him looked at him curiously. It was reasonable that the boy should change his voice when he was about 17 years old, but ye Zhou didn't change his voice. Besides, he was wearing a skirt and wig, even though his voice was not like that of an ordinary girl Beautiful, and no one can see that he is a man.

"Sell clothes, sell them wholesale, three pieces for ten yuan, pick them at will, don't miss them when you pass by..."

When they passed a clothing stall, the boss spread a piece of plastic cloth on the floor. Piles of clothes were piled on it. The voice was loud by the trumpet. Ye Zhou also pulled pan Xiangdong up. All the clothes piled on the floor were pure cotton T-shirt vests, including adult clothes and a small amount of children's clothes. Ten yuan for three pieces was undoubtedly quite cheap.

Pure cotton clothes are the most suitable for working. They are sweat absorbing and comfortable. Ye Zhou squats on the ground to pick and choose decisively like his aunt, which attracts many people's attention. You know, generally beautiful women like him can't take a fancy to this kind of stalls. What's more, he is followed by a tall pan Xiangdong.

"I'll take all these clothes. The boss will count them."

It seems that he didn't feel other people's strange gaze at all. Soon, ye Zhou stood up with a lot of clothes in his arms. The boss of the peddler was a young man in his twenties. Seeing that he was so calm and beautiful, he couldn't help looking a little red on his dark face. He looked silly for a long time and didn't take the clothes.

"What are you looking at? Are the clothes for sale? "

Seeing this, pan Xiangdong suddenly stood forward with fierce momentum, which scared the boss to pick up Ye Zhou's clothes in a hurry: "sell, sell..."

The more he was like this, the more upset pan Xiangdong was. Ye Zhou shook his head and took the initiative to keep close to him, which calmed him a little.

"There are twenty pieces in all, big and small. Do you want another one?"

The boss quickly counted the clothes and saw that they were so close to each other that he didn't dare to stare at him any more.

"Well, add one. Brother Dong pays for it. You'll pay for all the expenses today."

It's a little inconvenient to wear a skirt. There's no money on the body, so ye Zhou will spend pan Xiangdong's money with ease.

"If only you were as good as usual."

After paying for the clothes, pan Xiangdong looks into his eyes, showing his indulgence and helplessness. He has never been willing to spend his money. As far as he knows, he forced him to give him three million yuan last time. Except for the 200000 yuan lent to he Zhigao, the remaining 2.8 million yuan has been thrown into the bank. So far, he has not moved a cent.

"It's not easy for me to spend your money? Why don't you marry me earlier? "

Holding his arm intimately, ye Zhou looks up and laughs sweetly. Compared with those high-end places, he prefers to date pan Xiangdong in such a poor night market.

"Any time you like."

Eyes a deep, pan Xiangdong said very seriously, with his ability, make a marriage certificate or no problem.

"Will you marry me?"

Pick eyebrows, ye Zhou deliberately joked that they all know that if they want to get married, it's not just a marriage certificate.

"Who are we with? I can marry you. Didn't I call your husband last time? "

He bent his elbow and bumped him. Pan Xiangdong blinked vaguely after saying that. He didn't realize that it was wrong for him to marry Ye Zhou. No one stipulated that ye Zhou must marry him. They were all men. Why can't he marry?

"Well, don't mention calling my husband again. How can anyone call me as disgusting as you?"

During the conversation, ye Zhou deliberately shook his body to prove that he was really disgusted.

"Well, how dare you disgust me! I don't want to repair you!"

"Ha ha No, Dongge, I'm wrong Dongge... "

"It's no use admitting your mistake. Let me catch you and it's over."

"Ha ha"

with that, they ran after each other in the night market, and everywhere they passed, they laughed happily.

It's just

Touch.

"Fuck, who the hell hit you? Do you have eyes on your ass?"

It's sad to hear that although the night market is not crowded, it's impossible to let them run. Ye Zhou, who is running in front, turns to see pan Xiangdong behind, and accidentally bumps into someone. His slender body is bumped into a stagger immediately. If pan Xiangdong didn't come forward to catch him very quickly, he would fall on all fours The light is out. The man he bumped into seemed to be in his thirties. He was tall and fluid. Behind him, there were nearly a dozen young people in their twenties or thirties, all of whom had Matt's haircut. They were not serious people.