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Chapter 294

Chang Qianfo understood, turned around and smiled at the boss: "Then buy a hundred."

The boss smiled and said, "Sir, you are refreshing!"

He cheerfully counted a hundred bamboo rings and came out with two as a gift. He turned around and yelled: "I bought bamboo rings, one penny, buy more, get more..."

The sound suddenly disappeared.

What did he see?
I saw the tall girl who was born weakly literate, holding a handful of bamboo hoops in her hand, shaking her hands one by one, and the bamboo hoops circled the target straight without turning a turn in the air, and within the blink of an eye The last row of valuables was covered all over.

The crowd cheered and cheered.

The bearded man was so regretful that he wanted to slap himself twice.

It turned out that the young man only bought five bamboo rings from him, because he knew his wife's skills, and was afraid that he would lose all his money, so he showed mercy.

But he didn't wink, he insisted on moving up.

Having said that, that girl has such a handicraft, presumably she is an expert, she did something wrong, and came here to ruin his small business.

This is simply... bullying.

One thought was not finished, and the remaining objects in the early sixties on the open space were all covered.

The bearded man wanted to cry but had no tears: "Girl, look..."

Mu Dianke squinted his eyes and smiled, with an unfriendly look: "Why, you want to renege on your debt?"

In front of so many people, how could a bearded man smash his own signboard, and opened his mouth and said, "No..."

Mu Dian laughed and said, "That's good, I don't want any of these things—"

The bearded man raised his brows with joy, and Mu Dianke changed the subject, saying: "Let's give it all away. Anyone who sees it will have a share. Whoever grabs it will be it."

The crowd was silent for a while, and then swarmed forward, some stretched out their hands to grab it, some jumped on it, and you snatched it from me, making a mess.

Mu Dianke raised his chin, turned and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Chang Qianfo had no choice but to go forward and hand over the money: "Brother, don't blame me, my wife is a bit naughty..."

What else can the bearded man have to say when he gets the money, these two people can't be offended by him at first glance, he laughed dryly: "Your Madam is clever and lively, my son is very lucky."

If his mother-in-law dares to be so prodigal, let's see if he doesn't beat her to death!

Chang Qianfo caught up, and Mu Dianke stopped in front of a stall selling steamed cakes.

The snow-white and soft steamed rice cakes are covered with sesame seeds, walnuts and red dates, cut into small pieces and shaped like diamonds, which is really beautiful.

Wrap it in parchment paper again.The cake just out of the pan is hot and sweet, and the heat comes through the back of the paper, and the fingers are red, as if it can keep warming the heart.

Chang Qianfo looked at Mu Dianke's contented appearance, his heart melted into soft water, he smiled and took out his money bag to pay the bill, and said, "So you like to eat rice cakes."

Mu Dian was ridiculously gentle, with a soft and waxy voice, like rice cakes that had just been steamed: "I don't particularly like to eat it, but I suddenly feel like eating it."

There was another sentence deep in her heart, but she didn't say it: she just wanted him to buy it for herself, and she just wanted to miss the feeling of being pampered by him.

Chang Qianfo seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand, raised his hand to stroke her hair that was blown by the wind, his eyes were soft and loving, and asked with a smile: "What else do you want to eat?"

Mu Dianke tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "It's gone for now. I'll tell you when I think about it."

The wind blows slowly, wrinkling the spring sunshine and reflecting it on her fair cheeks, the broken shadows shake, and the light and dark mottled disturb the fleeting years.

Chang Qianfo couldn't move his eyes.

Mu Dianke said: "I think it's a bit noisy, why don't we go and find a place to sit and eat cakes."

Chang Qianfo always followed him and said with a smile, "Okay."

There are weeping willows on the river bank, and under the shade of willows grow clusters of green Zaili flowers and purple irises. The flowers and leaves are whirling, reflecting on the clear waves of the river, looking elegant and unique.

Chang Qianfo stepped onto a big raised rock by the river, and stretched out his hand to help Mu Dianke up.

The two sat side by side on the big bluestone.

The oncoming humid river wind brings a strong charm of water country poetry, which makes people happy.

Mu Dianke put the oiled paper bag on his lap, and unfolded it layer by layer carefully, with a calm and serious expression. , not like unpacking a bag of steamed rice cakes, but doing an extremely sacred thing.

Chang Qianfo's eyes kept falling on her side face.

Mu Dianke suddenly raised his head and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Chang Qianfo opened his mouth with an "ah".

Mu Dianke was amused by his rascal appearance, and said, "You are so grown up, you don't feel ashamed."

He looked disgusted on the surface, but he followed him in the end, twisted a piece of diamond-shaped steamed cake and put it in his mouth.

Chang Qianfo was not good at catching it, but took a small mouthful of Mu Dianke's raised finger, eating very slowly and gracefully. The last mouthful, whether it was intentional or unintentional, rubbed his lips against Mu Dianke's. on fingertips.

His lips were warm, sticky with sticky rice cakes, damp and sticky.Mu Dianke's fingertips trembled, as if touching coals of fire, he quickly retracted his hand, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Chang Qianfo knew that she was really ashamed, so he didn't make fun of her, and said with a smile: "It's too sweet."

Mu Dian kept his head in suspense and said softly after a while, "It's okay, I want something sweet today."

She raised her head, looked at the clear waves on the river, and her thoughts drifted away: "Actually, when I was young, I also loved sweet things. My mother made osmanthus cake, lotus seed dew, and my fourth aunt made red bean and taro balls." , I love to eat it all... I will always think of some bad things and feel sad when I eat these things later. Slowly, I don’t like to eat them.”

Chang Qianfo held her hand in his palm, looked at the distance quietly with her, and after a while, said: "Grandpa once told me that each of us, from birth to dust, everything we have will eventually be They will all be lost. The scenery along the way, the people on the same journey, the joys and sorrows, the years, the time... I can’t keep it, just keep it in my heart.”

He smiled and said: "I still can't see it so thoroughly. But I think those who have left us may have accompanied them in another way. Even if we never see each other again, we can remember their appearance , their voices, and the joys they brought us, and even the taste they left behind, are also very happy things.”

Mu Dianke turned his head, the mist on his face faded, and he smiled sweetly at Chang Qianfo, his eyes sparkling and bright.

"Qianfo, I'm really curious what kind of person your grandfather is. He can teach you to be so open-minded, tolerant, and magnanimous. It seems that nothing can trap you."

Chang Qianfo smiled and said, "Yes."

There is tenderness in the eyes.

Of course Mu Dian would not ask him what was the matter, he bowed his head slightly in embarrassment, and twirled rice cakes to eat.

The way she eats is very gentle and delicate, she sips small sips, her movements are full of elegance.

Chang Qianfo was once very incomprehensible.After all, Mu Dianke was still young when he was exiled outside the customs. After living in Mobei for so many years, influenced by the rough folk customs of drinking in big bowls and eating meat in big bowls, it is quite difficult to maintain the original living habits.

Until the battle in the wilderness, Fang Jun and Xieqin appeared, and they gestured gracefully and noblely like immortals.Only then did Chang Qianfo faintly realize something.

Fang Junyu, what kind of background is it?
Chang Qianfo vaguely felt that Fang Junhe should have something to do with Jiankang Fang's family.

But right now, he is not concerned about these things the most. After deliberation, he looked a little uneasy and asked, "Dianke, in your eyes, what kind of person is my grandfather?"

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