Quick Travel: The male supporting actor becomes cannon fodder and gets the heroine’s script

Si Shaochen turned around and found that Xu Baimo had also changed into a new set of clothes.

A crescent-colored robe was worn on his body, which made him look slender and gentlemanly.

"I'll go change my clothes."

After Si Shaochen finished speaking, Xu Baimo took the initiative to withdraw from the room and waited outside.

Every quarter there is a special person to send new clothes, Si Shaochen is still very particular about these, although his clothes are similar in color, but the style is detailed, that can be more exquisite.

Some dark pattern changes, the embroidery of the neckline, and the fabric used for the clothes are all very exquisite.

Picking out a set of clothes similar to Xu Baimo's body in the closet, Si Shaochen put it on against the copper mirror, and he sat in front of the copper mirror, worrying about his hair.

After coming here for so long, he still has sore hands when he ties his hair, this hair seems to have a grudge with him, how can he not obey, every time he combs his hair is more tired than when he goes out to fight.

Xu Baimo, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Seeing Si Shaochen sitting in front of the copper mirror, Xu Baimo walked over, took the wooden comb on the side, and looked at Si Shaochen's black hair again and again.

"What hair does Master want to comb?" Xu Baimo asked.

"All right."

Xu Baimo very selfishly combed Si Shaochen with a hair similar to his style.

"How about this?" Xu Baimo looked at Si Shaochen's face reflected in the copper mirror and smiled happily.

"Very good." Si Shaochen was quite satisfied, anyway, if he wanted to tie his hair, it was impossible, he would not be able to learn to tie his hair in this life.

After dressing up, the two went out side by side.

Li Daiyue passed by holding a bunch of herbs and saw the two greeting warmly.

Si Shaochen nodded in response, and Li Daiyue didn't think much about it, holding a large pile of herbs and walking towards the Hexuan Chess House.

"After my sister-in-law has been busy these days, the second senior brother has taken her as a good helper." Xu Baimo sighed.

Si Shaochen glanced at it, and faintly felt that these two people were tired.

It turned out that Li Daiyue was this kind of person, and he thought that he was a love brain again, but he didn't expect it to be a happy little sand sculpture.

The eldest lady of the Li family and the quiet and elegant alchemist seemed to... Not bad?

"There's nothing contradictory about them, are they?"

Xu Baimo shook his head: "Although my sister-in-law has a big heart, after all, she is from a famous family, and the second senior brother is also jealous of her, and she is measured."

Si Shaochen was worried that the two of them were too measured, but whether they had a fate or not depended on themselves.

The scenery under the mountain is very good, and the two are not in a hurry, enjoying the scenery all the way, and by the time they reach the street, it is almost dark.

The lanterns are at their most lively at night, and when it gets dark, there are many vendors and couples sneaking out.

Two handsome men walking down the street are still very eye-catching.

The lights were bright, the noisy and lively sound was chirping, and Si Shaochen walked slowly with a fan.

There were all kinds of lanterns on both sides of the street, and although Si Shaochen was careless, Yu Guang had been looking for a suitable lantern.

The festival naturally has to have a festive atmosphere, come and come, do not put a lantern, then it makes sense.

"What is Master looking for?" Xu Baimo suddenly asked.

Si Shaochen then found that the two had walked from the street to the end of the street, and he had not yet seen the lantern he wanted.

"Nothing."

Tsundere like him, so he will not say what he wants so easily.

The two changed streets and continued walking, Xu Baimo saw two little fox masks and paid for them.

"When I was a child, I always envied that adults could celebrate the Lantern Festival, and when I came down to see it, I wanted to buy any rare things, but I didn't have the feeling I used to have." Xu Baimo said lightly.

What kind of mentality can calmly say this?

When he was a child, he also looked forward to the New Year, but when he grew up, he never wanted to celebrate the New Year again.

The tradition of the Lantern Festival here is to wear a mask and eat sugar paintings and make a wish, and Si Shaochen came to a small stall that painted sugar paintings.

Most of the people who came here to buy candy paintings were a pair of young people, and when they saw him coming, several women lowered their heads in shame.

"What kind of sugar paintings does the guest officer want?" You can draw small animals, you can write names, as long as you can figure it out, I will make it. As soon as the vendor saw Si Shaochen's outfit, he guessed which brother came out to buy candy paintings to make the little girl happy.

"Want one..."

After thinking about it, Si Shaochen didn't think of the right animal, he turned around, Xu Baimo stood in the distance, the corners of his mouth hooked, and a faint smile hung on his face.

"Write two names."

"Howler, the guest officer can write what you want on the paper." The vendor pointed to the ink on the side, "If you want me to imitate the handwriting on it, you can too."

Si Shaochen glanced back at Xu Baimo, and Xu Baimo came over this time.

"Write your name."

Xu Baimo had no objection, picked up the pen, and wrote his name dashingly, and the handwriting followed the dragon snake, free and natural.

After writing, Xu Baimo handed the pen to Si Shaochen, who picked up the pen and wrote down his name. His font is not as domineering as Xu Baimo, and his calligraphy is strong and flexible.

The stall had many tools, and Si Shaochen handed the paper to the vendor and asked, "Can I make one myself?"

"Of course, the guest officer is here."

The vendor took Si Shaochen to the side, where stood a little girl, although the clothes she was wearing were old, but they were cleanly washed, and her big round eyes looked at Si Shaochen without blinking.

"Is my brother going to make his own sugar paintings?" The voice was also brittle, and Si Shaochen's heart softened when he listened.

Si Shaochen nodded: "Yes."

The little girl told Si Shaochen about the operation process, Si Shaochen nodded, he had played sugar painting before, this thing could not bother him, cooking stumped him, painting could not bother him.

The little girl handed the things to Si Shaochen, who rolled up his sleeves and took the spoon to concentrate on drawing.

Xu Baimo watched silently on the side, and the little girl stood obediently on the side, occasionally finding change for the vendor.

Xu Baimo took out a few preserves and stuffed them into the little girl's hands, and the little girl was flattered.

"Thank you brother, but I can't ask for it."

"It should be a gift for you to make that brother happy." Xu Baimo glanced at Si Shaochen and chuckled, "Take it, it's very sweet." The

little girl said thank you, she put the preserves aside and gave half to the vendor.

"Yo, my brother gave it to you, you can keep it."

"Daddy eats it too." The little girl couldn't help but stuff the preserves into the peddler's mouth and returned to standing where she was.

Si Shaochen also finished painting, Xu Baimo took a closer look, and the sour breath rushed straight to his brain.

"Like it?"

The little girl took a tool to wrap Si Shaochen's work.

"It's so cute, is my brother drawing small danzi?"

"Well, black little dango, it's a pity that there is no black sugar."

Xu Baimo couldn't wait to carry the group into the river now.

The distant group sneezed, and it rubbed the tip of its nose.

It must be the little daddy who missed it.