Chapter 187 Trying to Run Away...
Shen Xuewei quickly changed the subject and started chatting with Wang Zhuoxi about other topics.
While both parties were having a pleasant conversation, Shen Xuewei caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of Chen Fangyang, who was tiptoeing away, trying to make his escape...
She decisively tugged at her grandmother's sleeve and whispered, "Grandma, Second Uncle wants to leave, but I don't know where he wants to go."
Grandma Xi paused in her speech and turned to look in Chen Fangyang's direction.
Sure enough, Chen Fangyang had already secretly taken several steps forward.
She stopped Chen Fangyang, "Ayang, where are you going?"
At this shout, several people nearby looked in Chen Fangyang's direction.
Chen Fangyang stopped walking with a natural expression and slowly walked back.
"No, I was just thinking... I was getting a little thirsty and wanted to go buy some water."
Grandma Xi rummaged in the small bag beside her, pulled out a bottle of plain water, and handed it to Chen Fangyang.
"Why waste that money? Here, this is from home. I filled three bottles. You drink one, Weiwei drinks one, and your dad and I will share the big one."
Chen Fangyang took it, sighed softly, and sat down next to Shen Xuewei.
He took a sip, tightened the cap, and then stepped on Shen Xuewei's foot, stomping on it slightly.
"Little Weiwei, did you just tell Grandma on us?"
Just as Shen Xuewei was about to defend herself, Wang Zhuoxi poked Grandpa Chen with her finger and pointed at Chen Fangyang's foot.
Grandpa Chen looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Chen Fangyang's foot stepping on Shen Xuewei's foot.
Seeing this, he frowned unhappily and slapped Chen Fangyang on the calf.
"Ah Yang, stop being so irresponsible all the time. How old are you? Why are you still bullying Weiwei?"
Chen Fangyang clutched his leg and pulled his foot back.
He was suffering inside, but had nowhere to confide in, so in the end he just turned his face away and stubbornly refused to speak to Shen Xuewei and the others.
More and more people are coming to the market, and people are constantly stopping in front of the stalls to ask about the prices of various items.
Shen Xuewei's current social media presence isn't as effective as it was a few years ago, so she can only try her best to make a name for herself.
Occasionally, her regular customers would pass by and buy a bunch or two of vegetables from her.
Unlike before, Grandpa Chen and Grandma Xi are now more comfortable greeting people and making their own way in the world.
Wang Zhuoxi stopped talking to Shen Xuewei and started helping to attract customers to buy fruit.
The bustling morning market, with vendors' shouts mingling with customers asking for and haggling over prices, and the clinking of coins, creates a vibrant atmosphere.
As a "crack" sound reached her ears, Shen Xuewei, who had just finished shouting, looked around in confusion.
"Second Uncle, Wang Zhuoxi, did you hear that? It sounds like someone is taking pictures."
The two men thought it sounded plausible, but weren't sure: "It probably is. Oh well, since we don't know who it is, let's just sell our stuff and go home as soon as possible."
No sooner had they finished speaking than a homeless man, holding a camera, walked toward them.
When he arrived in front of Shen Xuewei and Wang Zhuoxi, he held up his camera and chattered a few words to them.
Grandma Xi was a little curious, so she went closer to take a look and found that this was not an ordinary homeless man.
She patted Grandpa Chen on the shoulder and said, "Zhenyuan, look! He's a foreigner."
When the person arrived, Grandpa Chen noticed, but he was a man of few words and would remain silent unless asked.
When his grandmother spoke to him, he nodded gently, “Yes, he looks like a foreigner, but I don’t know which country he is from.”
Grandma Xi muttered, "What is he saying? He's babbling on and on, I can't understand a word he's saying."
Everyone then looked toward Shen Xuewei, who was widely recognized as the best reader at the event.
"Weiwei, can you translate for us? What is this foreigner saying? Does he want some money or something to eat from us?"
Even Wang Zhuoxi urged Shen Xuewei, "Shen Xuewei, aren't you good at English? Quickly listen to what this foreigner is saying?"
Shen Xuewei glared at him. "You've listened to English listening exercises before, haven't you? Look at what he said, is any of it in English?"
If the foreigner were speaking English, she could probably manage to translate it, however poorly she could.
I couldn't understand a full ten out of ten sentences he was saying, so how was I supposed to translate them?
The foreigner gestured for a long time, but no one could understand him, and the two sides just stared at each other.
Shen Xuewei thought he was hungry, so she touched the stall and simply grabbed two of the egg yolk pies she had brought and gave them to him.
Seeing this, Wang Zhuoxi also took a pear and stuffed it into the foreigner's arms, not forgetting to sigh:
"He looked so pitiful. His hair was long and messy, and he smelled terrible. He looked like a beggar."
The foreigner was probably helpless. He held the food the two had fed him and handed the camera in his hand to them.
Shen Xuewei and the other woman didn't understand what he meant, but they still leaned closer to the camera to take a look.
Wang Zhuoxi's eyes widened slightly. "Mom, Shen Xuewei, this foreigner took photos of us without our consent."
Several people nearby immediately crowded around to look.
In the photo, Shen Xuewei and Wang Zhuoxi are the central figures, each greeting the customers in front of them, while everyone else becomes part of their background.
Shen Xuewei couldn't quite describe the feeling of this photo, but she felt that it had a vibrant energy, vitality, and a strong sense of bustling activity, with a strong local flavor.
She doesn't actually like taking photos, but looking at this one, she doesn't object.
She pointed to the camera, then to herself and Wang Zhuoxi, and guessed:
"You took photos of me and him, and now you want to know if we agree to it?"
The foreigner probably understood what she meant, so he nodded.
"I'm fine. Wang Zhuoxi, what about you?"
Wang Zhuoxi snapped out of his daze and said, "Okay, take as many pictures as you like, no charge."
After communicating extensively using both hands and feet, the foreigner, holding a camera in one hand and the things she and Wang Zhuoxi had given him in his arms, nodded to them and slowly left.
The group glanced curiously in the direction he had left.
"We're so far away. How did this foreigner get all the way to our town?"
However, no matter how curious the foreigner was, it wasn't enough to satisfy Qian Qinxiang. As more people came to the stall, everyone gradually forgot about the foreigner and continued to serve customers.
Around noon, when the sun was at its strongest, there were slightly fewer people.
Grandma Xi took out ten yuan from her bag, which was full of loose change, and handed it to Shen Xuewei.
"Weiwei, are you hungry? Go eat some noodles with your second uncle first, and then your grandfather and I will go after you come back."
Chen Fangyang, who had been waiting for this moment, immediately stood up and kept urging Shen Xuewei.
"Weiwei, hurry up, or there won't be anything to eat."
Shen Xuewei responded and went to the rice noodle shop with Chen Fangyang to eat.
It was lunchtime, and with it being market day and National Day, the rice noodle shop was packed with people, and you even had to wait in line to order.
It was more than twenty minutes later that Shen Xuewei and her companion ordered their food and successfully found a table to eat.
Chen Fangyang buried his head in his food, not forgetting to complain, "Xiao Weiwei, I haven't settled the score with you for what happened today!"
Shen Xuewei quickly admitted her mistake, "I'm sorry, Second Uncle, I was wrong."
She admitted her mistake so quickly that Chen Fangyang had no way to proceed and could only let it go in the end.
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