"The market is so lively today," Ning Wan said, looking around the shop.
It's not just pork jerky.
Each stall had small red lanterns hanging on it, or pictures of the God of Wealth and large "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) characters pasted on the walls.
At the entrance of the market, people have already started selling Spring Festival couplets and "Fu" stickers.
The joy on the faces of the people coming and going was even stronger, making the already bustling market even more vibrant and lively.
While chopping meat, the butcher replied, "It's almost Chinese New Year, isn't it? Today is the 20th of the twelfth lunar month."
"It's already the 20th of the twelfth lunar month?" Ning Wan muttered to herself, "Time really flies..."
...
After buying the pork and confirming the delivery time, Ning Wan and the other two prepared to leave.
Before leaving, the butcher took down two small lanterns from his stall and handed them to Ning Yanshu, saying, "Happy New Year, little one!"
Ning Yanshu stretched out his hands and took the lantern.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
...
Afterwards, the three of them went to several other stalls.
Everyone who sees Ning Yanshu always likes to ask a few more questions.
Ning Yanshu also sweetly said many auspicious words, making everyone happy.
Before they left, everyone gave Ning Yanshu many more things.
It wasn't anything particularly valuable, like cabbage or carrots.
But Ning Yanshu felt heavy in his arms.
Seeing him staring blankly into space, Ning Wan couldn't help but smile and say, "It seems everyone really likes our little book!"
Ning Yanshu looked up and asked, "Really?"
“Of course!” Ning Wan smiled knowingly: “Because our little book is the only one of its kind in the world, the best little book!”
...
Back at the shop, Ning Wan started preparing lunch boxes for the film crew.
Ning Yanshu stayed in the shop and found a table to draw by himself.
After drawing for only an hour, I started to get bored.
He ran excitedly to the kitchen, where Ning Wan and Aman were both busy.
Even Xu Xiufeng and Zhao Shuigen looked extremely busy.
Ning Yanshu didn't dare to disturb them, so she could only leave dejectedly.
Arriving at the shop entrance, he idly squatted down and looked at the insects.
Zhao Jiajia is in her third year of junior high school and is still taking extra classes.
Tang Tang went back to her maternal grandmother's house for the Chinese New Year.
Wang Zihao's mother is pregnant, so she can't go around too much.
Even Xiao Qi has disappeared.
Ning Yanshu pouted unhappily and looked dejected.
Holidays are great, but I have no friends...
...
Suddenly, something occurred to Ning Yanshu, and her eyes lit up.
He ran into the alley next to the shop and walked in.
When I arrived at the familiar store entrance, the light that should have been flashing red and blue was not lit.
The shop's iron gate was also tightly closed.
Because no one has taken care of it for a long time, it has even accumulated dust.
Ning Yanshu suddenly felt very lost.
I wonder when Aunt Chen will be back.
He was walking back with his shoulders drooping.
With his head down, a pair of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
Ning Yanshu slowly raised his head and saw a tall figure with his back to the sunlight.
He squinted, unable to make out the other person's face clearly.
"Uncle, are you looking for a haircut?" Ning Yanshu asked curiously. "But the owner of this shop isn't here right now. If you want a massage and a haircut, you'll have to wait a bit."
After Ning Yanshu finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.
The man suddenly called out to him: "Ning Yanshu."
Ning Yanshu paused in his steps.
He turned around, pointed to himself, and said, "Uncle, are you calling me?"
Shen Yurong took a few steps closer to him, his face showing some impatience: "This alley is either you or me. If I'm not talking to you, am I talking to a ghost?"
"Not necessarily." Ning Yanshu lowered his voice, feigning mystery: "The world is so big, can Uncle guarantee that he knows everything?"
Shen Yurong's expression faltered slightly.
"Perhaps there really is something mysterious sneaking in and out of places Uncle doesn't know about—"
A cold wind blew by.
Shen Yurong shivered from the cold.
Coming to my senses, I realized that I had actually been frightened by a small child, which made me feel annoyed.
He glared at Ning Yanshu: "You and your father are exactly the same. Even your annoying traits are etched into the same mold."
Ning Yanshu stared innocently into the mirror and asked, "Uncle, do you know my dad?"
“Of course,” Shen Yurong said. “I am your father’s older brother. In terms of seniority, you should call me uncle.”
Ning Yanshu didn't hesitate and called out in a loud voice, "Uncle!~"
Shen Yurong was still stunned by the word "Uncle" and didn't react.
Then Ning Yanshu said, "Hello, Uncle. My name is Ning Yanshu. You can call me Xiaoshu."
Shen Yurong: "..."
Why do I suddenly feel like my seniority has been forcibly lowered by a generation...?
...
"You're just as annoying as your dad!"
Shen Yurong is already angry!
Seeing that the other party brought it up again and again, as if they really knew their father.
Ning Yanshu couldn't help but ask, "Is Uncle really Uncle? And who is Xiaoshu's father?"
Shen Yurong looked the little brat up and down and suddenly found it funny.
"What? Didn't they tell you?"
He was secretly delighted, and the mockery on his face was impossible to hide.
Chen Fu, oh Chen Fu, I never thought you'd have a day when you couldn't be seen by others.
"Want to know who your father is?" Shen Yurong raised an eyebrow. "Then you'll have to beg me."
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