From teaching to superstar

Chapter 395 A poem
"Do you mind if I post it online?" Hu Yang asked the stall owner with a smile.

"I don't mind." It's not something shameful.

She thought Hu Yang was a famous food blogger, so she wanted to promote it for her daughter.

Of course, she didn't think Populus euphratica's publicity would bring her many customers.

"Baby, Uncle is leaving!" Hu Yang said goodbye to the little girl.

"Goodbye, uncle!" She also said with a crisp smile.

Hu Yang left here with a smile. When he finished walking Kuan Alley, he also finished his mung bean smoothie.

He took out his phone again and posted the photos he just took on his Weibo.

[In Rongcheng, there are not only taverns on Yulin Road, why not come to Kuanzhai Alley for a walk, the mung bean smoothie at Little Girl’s is pretty good, I tasted it ten years ago, and it still tastes familiar. ]
Those who followed Populus Hu Yang’s Weibo and set up special reminders, countless people received system reminders just after his Weibo was posted.

[sofa]
[bench]
[Wow, Brother Yang actually sent a food recommendation]

[I'm in Kuanzhai Alley right now, Brother Yang, where are you?]Seeking a chance encounter...]
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In less than 10 minutes since Hu Yang posted this Weibo, it has more than [-] views.

Terrible.

But these Populus euphratica didn't know that he had already walked into a teahouse.

Once, he and Song Wenxian also went to the teahouse where they had watched a play and drank tea.

Everyone in Tianfu loves to watch operas. In their spare time, they go to teahouses to enjoy the fragrance of tea while watching performances, and spend a good and pleasant time leisurely.

Today, in the Kuanzhai Alley of Rongcheng, there are still many such theaters and teahouses, performing enthusiastically for tourists every day.

Hu Yang sat in a corner of the teahouse, quietly listening to the host's introduction of the next performance.

Watching quietly, it is not a simple face-changing drama with Tianfu characteristics.

This is a story about Kuanzhai Alley, a story about a woman from a good family who was forced to marry by a rich man and finally hanged herself.

Although the content of the story is ordinary and the plot is very simple, they interpret it vividly and interestingly.

Not only has a complete storyline, but also organically intersperses opera singing, martial arts performances, acrobatics, face-changing, and sketches, and also innovatively travels through ancient and modern times, with rich and interesting content.

During the nearly one-hour performance, Hu Yang kept watching with relish, which is really rare.

After the curtain call, there were still many people who showed unsatisfactory expressions.

It should be said that their performance was a success, the show has indeed been polished by the performance team, and they are also responsible to the audience.

Leaving the teahouse, Hu Yang glanced at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock, he thought he would go back after walking.

Suddenly, he thought that it was so late, and he wondered if anyone would call him.

Sure enough, there were several missed calls and more than a dozen text messages on it.

Generally speaking, he didn't want to be disturbed, so he directly turned the phone to silent instead of vibrating.

Hu Yang looked through the content of the text message first, and learned that they called him, and it was the mung bean smoothie that he recommended on Weibo.

Ask him what's the matter.

It was obvious from the text message that something unusual seemed to have happened inside.

When I opened Weibo, I found that many people commented on this Weibo.

Among them, the reply with the most likes: [After a lot of hardships, I finally arrived at the mung bean smoothie stall recommended by Brother Yang, and I confirmed from the stall owner that Brother Yang had indeed bought mung bean smoothie here, photo link]
Hu Yang clicked on it, and there were many photos of bloggers, stall owners, and her daughter.

Seeing this, Hu Yang also gave him a thumbs up.

I replied one by one to all the people who called me just now, saying that I just came here for a walk, and I felt something when I saw the delicious food, so I would recommend it.

Among them, the phone calls of the parents-in-law told them that they would go back later. They were on mute while watching a movie in the teahouse just now, so they didn't notice that there was a phone call.

After hearing that Hu Yang called her back, Qiao Jinwen and the others felt relieved.

As long as Hu Yang can call back, as for whether he came back late.

These are small things, don't worry about them.

After finishing these things, Hu Yang walked forward for a while, and the flow of people was slightly less than before entering the teahouse.

After all, it was getting late, and many people who came to travel would go to places like Jiuyan Bridge and Yulin Road that had just become lively.

Or go back to the hotel to rest and prepare for tomorrow's trip.

So the number of people will be relatively small.

After walking for a while, Hu Yang thought about it and walked through a narrow alley.

He thought that so many people saw his Weibo, and he didn't know how many customers he could attract for the stall owner.

But before he got close, he saw many people taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Through the cracks and the discussions of the surrounding crowd, Hu Yang knew that the stall owner's mung bean smoothie had long been sold out.

Many people also lamented that they came late and could not eat the same type of mung bean smoothie as Populus euphratica.

As for being able to come tomorrow, they expressed regret that this is the closest distance between them and Populus euphratica.

It's a pity that it was lost like this.

Hearing their words, Hu Yang smiled together.

Looking at the smiling stall owner and the little girl with a bright smile, a smile flashed across his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.

There is no need to show up in front of their mother and daughter, and they don't need their gratitude.

Hu Yang walked slowly out of the alley.

A poem comes to mind.

[under light sunlight]
[Long Wide and Narrow Alley]

[The time that has fallen all over the place]

[The past brushes off the sleeves of pedestrians]

[This place called Rongcheng]
[Lots of leisurely happiness]

[At your fingertips[]

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[Alley filled with fireworks]

[Exudes the taste of old Rongcheng]
[Grey wooden door]

[Open yesterday's memory for those who come]

[Old teahouse]
[Talking about the life of Jing in Rongcheng City]
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[A century-old alley]
[Experience the prosperity and decline of the mortal world]
[Also read countless sentient beings]

[someone will be youthful]

[hanging on the carved window eaves]
[someone will be idle]

[sprinkled on the clean flagstone path]
[Someone will tell the story]
[hastily packs into his bag]
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[Open the heavy door locked in memory]
[The Wide and Narrow Alleys in Rongcheng]

[Waiting for passers-by with the same style every day]

[never the earliest]
[never too late]
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The memories of the past are gradually awakened in the cold mung bean smoothie amidst the lanterns.

The good memories that I had never remembered in the past also resurfaced in my mind at this moment.

Hu Yang felt that it was a very good decision for him to walk the path they had traveled in the past.

Also let yourself have more good memories.

Time flies, time flies, and what is left is the memory that will never fade.

On the way back, Hu Yang thought about it and posted the poem he just remembered on Weibo.

　The number of chapters in the previous chapter is wrong
　　
　
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