"How about this?" Mo Jingchun squatted in front of a small stall, picked up a Tibetan knife and asked Jiang Li beside him.
Jiang Li bent over with his hands resting on his knees.
"This is very cheap," the boss, wearing a hat that looked very Tibetan, pointed at the Tibetan knife in Mo Jingchun's hand. "50 each, very economical and affordable."
"Let's go," Jiang Li pulled Mo Jingchun, who was squatting in front of the stall, and walked forward decisively.
Are you kidding? Selling a knife like this for 50, don’t you feel guilty?
"Whatever souvenirs you want, you have to buy some, right?" Mo Jingchun said to Jiang Li as he was being pulled away.
After hearing what Mo Jingchun said, Jiang Li turned his head and said seriously, "You can buy souvenirs, but at least you won't be ripped off by something like this."
"Okay then," Mo Jingchun let Jiang Li lead him forward, "I'll do whatever you say."
The night market in Lhasa is crowded with people, and the unique scenery makes the surrounding lights sway.
Holding each other's hands tightly, they walked step by step through the swaying lights around them and came to the outside world.
The temperature seemed to drop suddenly in an instant. I hadn't noticed it at the crowded night market before, but when I got to the street outside, I could feel that the air had become much colder.
Jiang Li was only wearing a white dress. Seeing this, Mo Jingchun hurriedly hugged her from behind.
"Let's go back to the hotel and put on our clothes first." Mo Jingchun lowered his head, his eyes were dimmed by the orange light around him, and looked warm.
"Yeah." Jiang Li looked at Mo Jingchun's clear eyes and nodded vigorously.
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