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"...How much did you eat?"

"It's really too much?"

"Ah...No, it's okay, it's okay, ha, haha..."

Zhao Jinyu obviously didn't listen. It seems that she has already written a weight loss plan in her mind...

The four of them continued to walk forward slowly, mainly because their father's tricycle was there, and they couldn't get up even if they pushed it.

Xiaobai was led by Ye Chen, sniffing here and there, but he was leisurely.

——Of course, I also left my marks on those wall corners and telephone poles.

Ye Chen finally knows why the wild flowers and weeds beside the electric poles always grow so well...

The large square in front of the shopping mall always feels spacious on weekdays, but today it feels narrow and crowded.

"Is there... is there still room?" Ye Chen was dumbfounded, she thought it was not too early, at least it wouldn't be so crowded that she couldn't even find a place.

"It can only be placed outside for a while." Father glanced a few times, gave up the idea of ​​pushing the cart to squeeze in, and parked across the road from the square—in front of the relatively spacious field field.

There are already a few stalls here and there, and it looks like there will be more in the future.

Although it is no longer in the square, it can be regarded as a share of the pie, and it will not appear too deserted.

Moreover, Ye Chen prefers this place, and setting up a stall to do business among such a crowded crowd makes her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Next to father's tricycle stall, Ye Chen and Wan Qing's second-hand goods stalls were also set up.

All the repaired radios and tape machines are sold here, and they are sold at different prices according to the color and sound quality.

The three restored pagers were placed in the middle and placed in the most conspicuous position, specially illuminated with lights so that people could spot them at a glance.

Of course, such relatively expensive things are unlikely to be sold at small stalls, and it is just a chance to put them on display.

As long as one can be sold, the cost will be fully recovered, and there will even be a profit.

The most expensive one, Wan Qing even set it at [-], just to see if someone would buy it...

It's not too late, but the street lights are already on, and the stalls in the Lantern Festival Night Market are getting longer and longer.

The two small stalls that were originally at the end are now in the middle. People who have been shopping in the square will also take a stroll here to see what other "treasures" can be found.

Compared with her father who was busy making teppanyaki at the beginning of setting up the stall, Wan Qing and the others seemed much more relaxed.

Zhao Jinyu even went to help fry the sausages for a while in a very novel way, experiencing the feeling of being a clerk serving others.

"Please go slowly~"

"A piece of fried ham sausage~"

"Wait a minute, it will be ready soon~"

I'm afraid you can't experience that service attitude in ordinary small shops.

Some young people came over to buy some food, just wanting to see Zhao Jinyu's cheerful smile up close.

"Ah, the snack business is really good..."

"After all, when you go to the night market, you have to eat while walking to have a good taste."

"Yeah." Ye Chen took a peek at Wan Qing, put his little hand into her jacket pocket, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Hmm... when will our business come?"

"Don't worry, it's coming soon... Does this action of yours show the intimacy between the couple?" Wan Qing smiled softly.

"...It's meaningless if you say it."

"I'm just curious how you want to play this house-like game."

"One day you'll feel like it's not a play."

"Okay, okay, I hope." Wan Qing spread her hands, and at this moment, a young man stopped in front of the stall, and it seemed that the first order of business was about to come.

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118. Lantern Festival Night Market

If there is any difference between the night market during the Lantern Festival and normal times other than the large number of people, it is probably that there are many lights of all kinds.

Whether it is hanging between telephone poles or poles, or placed in the center of the square for viewing, or parade lanterns that have been turned on from time to time.

They all adorn the city colorfully, even though the night has fallen, it still does not make people feel lonely and deserted.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, most of the people who returned to their hometowns have almost returned, and the city is slowly returning to its former bustle and prosperity.

The new year is always going to pass, from welcoming the joy of the new year to spending every day of the new year peacefully, to not feeling that this year is very new, and finally to suddenly realizing that this year is going to pass again - this is what people have to spend every day one year.

Year after year, until death.

Wan Qing sat on a small bench, thinking about this 'profound' and meaningless philosophy of life, a little dazed.

Maybe it's because 1997 was brand new to others but old to her, that's why I felt so many thoughts at once.

"Qing'er, Qing'er? How much do you want to sell this for?" Ye Chen pointed at the translucent tape drive, slammed into her arm, and asked anxiously.

"Oh? That modified tape machine, that one costs fifty."

"Oh." The person who asked the price seemed to be a young man. He responded without continuing to speak. Just when Wan Qing thought he was going to turn around and leave, or to look at something else, he saw him handing over the 50 yuan bill He handed it over, "I want this one."

"Ah...!" This was the most expensive thing Ye Chen sold today, she excitedly took the banknote for Wan Qing, wrapped it carefully in a plastic bag, and handed it over as if she was afraid that the other party would regret it. "Here! Please keep it!"

"Wait a minute." Wan Qing patted Ye Chen's head, "Give him a test to see if it's normal, and it won't be refunded or exchanged when it's out of the stall."

"Oh, yes..." She hurriedly picked up two AA batteries on the booth, put in another tape, and tested it on the spot.

The young man didn't speak, just put his hands back in his pockets with some embarrassment.

"Sound quality, is it okay? And every button, every function is okay?" Ye Chen tested one by one and asked seriously.

After all, it is a relatively expensive tape drive, so of course you have to be careful.

It's not all for the sake of customers, after all, if the test is not accurate at the booth, when the customer returns and says that the machine is not good, it will be unclear.

It may be that the machine is really bad, or it may be that a knowledgeable person removed the useful parts and replaced them with a bad one and sent them back, wanting to prostitute the parts for nothing.

So it is better to make everything clear and understandable.

"Okay, there's no problem, have you seen it?" Wan Qing took the tape machine, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and slightly raised her head to look at the young man in the hood.

"Correct."

"Then please put it away." Wan Qing handed over the bag containing the tape drive, "After the sale, if there is a problem, it will not be refunded or exchanged, but I can still help you repair it. If you need to replace parts, an extra fee will be charged. You will pay for it yourself."

"Yeah." The young man didn't seem to like to talk, he still nodded silently, but made a muffled sound from his throat.

"This is the most refreshing customer who bought things today..." Ye Chen looked at the young man's leaving figure and said with emotion, "If only all the customers were so refreshing, we can sell all these things soon go."

"What are you thinking, such customers are hard to come by, most of them have gone to the street stalls to buy things, and they will definitely haggle over the price, you see, there are some bargainers who buy snacks over there. "

"That's right... Does that mean that our pager can't be sold?"

"It should be. It seems that we can only sell it at a discount to a store that recycles second-hand pagers. Although the price will be much cheaper, at least it can be sold, and I can make some money." Wan Qing looked at it and put it in the most conspicuous place. The pager at the location, sighed slightly, "It would be great if there is an online second-hand trading platform, you can directly sell it on the platform, but if it really comes to that time, this thing will be worthless..."

……

Compared with those gorgeous and colorful lanterns, the street lights that are lit every day on the street are much dimmer, and they are used to illuminate the streets on weekdays.

The old radios and tape players on the stalls are not expensive, and there is still a big market.

Many of the buyers are old people or workers. The former are frugal, while the latter need an entertainment device that is not distressed if it is lost or broken.

Of course, there are also some students who look very young and are most talented in high school.

They bought them for various reasons, some to practice English listening; In this sense, these radio anchors are somewhat similar to the later Internet anchors.

As for those three pagers...

People always asked about the price, but no one showed any intention of buying it.

Either feel expensive, or feel that there is no after-sales guarantee.

This is also normal. After all, pagers are still a 'luxury' in this era. When they lose their aura, they will naturally appear in large numbers at night stalls—just like old mobile phones that were later eliminated.

"There are five radios left, four tape players...there is one that can both listen to radio and tape!" Ye Chen checked the remaining goods and asked excitedly, "Can we sell them all today?"

"Not necessarily...but this [-]-in-[-] tape radio should be able to sell." Wan Qing shook her head, and saw Zhao Jinyu squatting down rubbing his hands.

"How is it selling?"

"Not bad, how about you, are you tired of helping?"

"It's quite interesting." She nodded with a smile, and then looked back at Xiao Bai who was chained next to the tricycle—he was sleeping on his stomach at the bottom of the tricycle.

"I heard that there is a lantern show in the middle of the square, what is it like?" Ye Chen asked curiously, "It seems that every year the Lantern Festival is spent at home, and I never go out."

"That's because every year during the Lantern Festival, I have to catch up with homework..." Wan Qing mercilessly exposed her background.

Not to be outdone, Ye Chen said, "Cut, we are not the same! Let's just write faster this year."

"Pfft, why don't you go and see the lanterns? Although it's not as good as the lantern show in the scenic area, it's interesting to think about it, right?"

"It's not sold out yet..."

"I'm afraid I won't go until it's sold out." Wan Qing said, she tilted her head to look at her busy father, then tore off a piece of cardboard, and wrote a few big characters with a marker pen.

Ye Chen took a closer look and saw that it read "all five yuan for the remaining radios and tape machines".

She thought for a while, then tilted her head and threw the radio that could listen to and listen to tapes back into the bag, and then neatly arranged the remaining tape players and radios, and added a few words to the cardboard: "The bag can be used, the sound quality normal."

"What is this for? A big sale?"

"Put it here and sell it." Wan Qing looked at her father, "Father, help me..."

"Let me come!" Zhao Jinyu volunteered, his face flushed slightly, and he said excitedly, "I'll try it, okay?"

"Ah, Imyo...won't you go to see the lanterns?"

"I look at the lanterns every year. It doesn't matter if I don't look at them once in a while. Let me sell this one. Uncle looks like he's too busy. I'll go inside to find you when I sell out."

"That's fine." Wan Qing responded readily, "Anyway, each one is five yuan. Just use the battery and tape to test the effect before selling it. Then we'll go there first."

"Good!"

Ye Chen looked at Wan Qing who was walking forward first, and then looked back at Zhao Jinyu who was sitting upright on the small bench. His temperament did not look like he came to sell things at all, and he showed an apologetic smile: "Then... I'm leaving?"

"En!" Zhao Jinyu nodded vigorously, as if he really wanted to try selling things himself.

Ye Chen hurriedly caught up with Wan Qing, almost disappearing into the crowd.

"Huh... I almost caught you..." She panted heavily, and put her arms around Wan Qing's neck like she was hugging a buddy, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she took her arm again, " Is it okay to let Jinyu be there?"

"Don't worry, she'll sell out quickly."

"The result is only the two of us watching?"

"Isn't that good? I'm here to create a chance for you to go on a date alone. It must be interesting to go to the lantern show with a beautiful girl, right?"

Ye Chen drooped his eyelids and muttered, "When you say that, it's meaningless."

"Haha..." Wan Qing smiled and shook her head, "Actually, I feel that I may be too old. I have thought about the meaning of love these days, but I always feel that it is meaningless, and the more I think about it, , the more I feel that even life is meaningless...even life is meaningless, what am I doing, why am I doing it, what is the meaning of all this?"

"Savor every bit of life, this is the meaning, the meaning of love is to be able to feel the warmth when two people are together, and hope to be together forever..."

"Hey, that sounds really familiar."

"It's the diary we wrote when we were in the second grade of junior high school."

"Hahaha... the second year of junior high school... oh, earlier than now."

"Have you pursued too much substance and sought so much meaning that you forgot why you set out?"

"...Maybe so."

"When you're chasing 'meaning,' that thing must stop making sense."

"Oh?"

"Unknown and ambiguous things are interesting, and the answers to the bottom of the question are often cold, right?"

"When people live in this world, they can't avoid asking the bottom line."

"and then?"

"Then?"