A group of people came to the ancient street. At the entrance, there stood a quaint archway with exquisite patterns carved on it. The traces of time added a bit of charm to it.
As you step into the ancient street, you will see bluestone pavement under your feet, which makes crisp sounds as if telling stories of the past.
There are quaint shops on both sides of the street.
An old bookstore caught Lin Zhiyue's attention. She gently pushed open the wooden door, and the store was filled with the faint scent of books and ink.
The bookshelves are filled with various yellowed ancient books and old books.
Suddenly, her eyes fixed on a few yellowed books with roughly bound pages. Her heart started beating faster and her eyes flashed with disbelief and surprise.
"Yuchang, come and see!"
Lin Zhiyue's voice trembled slightly, revealing an uncontrollable excitement. Everyone gathered around quickly after hearing the sound.
Although the words on the covers of those documents were a little blurry, it was still vaguely recognizable that these were precious books that had almost disappeared from the market after the end of the world.
Several people saw Lin Zhiyue holding the document tightly with her eyes fixed on it, and they knew that she really liked it.
Lin Qiyang looked at his sister lovingly, raised his hand and gently rubbed her hair, and asked gently: "Yueyue, you like it so much? Then how about we buy it?"
Lin Zhiyue nodded hurriedly, her head shaking like a rattle, her black hair swaying with it, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
After receiving a positive answer, Lin Qiyang did not hesitate at all. He quickly hugged several books that his sister was interested in and strode towards the boss.
Lin Zhiyue finally reacted and quickly reached for his wallet, saying, "Fifth brother, I have my own money, I'll pay."
However, Lin Qiyang gently held her hand, smiled and shook his head, and said seriously and gently: "Grandma and my parents gave me money and told me to take you out to play. If you see something you like, let me buy it for you. Just take it with confidence and don't argue with me."
Lin Zhiyue's hand stopped in mid-air, her heart deeply moved, and she finally gently put down her wallet.
He whispered, "Thank you, Fifth Brother."
After Lin Qiyang paid the money, he handed the packaged documents to his sister and reminded her, "Hold them carefully, don't bump them."
With this precious harvest, the group continued to explore the ancient street happily.
Mu Siyou was attracted by a handicraft shop not far away.
The store is filled with a wide variety of handicrafts, including exquisite wood carvings, colorful embroidery, and lifelike paper-cuts.
Everyone accompanied him into the handicraft shop.
Mu Siyou walked around the store with his eyes fixed on the sight. From time to time, he picked up an item to play with, and kept praising the craftsmanship of the craftsmen.
Suddenly, Mu Siyou was as if under a spell, with his feet nailed to a wooden sculpture in the handicraft shop.
His eyes were wide open, flashing with surprise and obsession, and his mouth unconsciously opened slightly, as if he was breathless because of the unique charm of the wood carving.
This wood carving shows a majestic Qilin. The lines of its body are smooth and natural, the texture of its muscles is portrayed vividly, and every detail seems to be injected with life.
The Qilin's eyes are deep and bright, revealing an aura of majesty without anger. Its scales are layered and sparkling with a warm luster under the light, as if you can feel its agility with just a light touch.
Mu Siyou slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently touched the wood carving, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping beast.
His hands slowly moved along the outline of the Qilin, from the raised head to the stretched wings, and then to the sturdy limbs, feeling the delicate texture of the wood carving surface, and he would occasionally utter a soft exclamation of admiration: "This craftsmanship is absolutely amazing! It's so lifelike!"
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Mu Siyou was completely immersed in the world of wood carving and turned a deaf ear to everything around him.
His companions called out to him softly, but he did not respond.
It was not until the clerk came up and asked him softly if he wanted to buy it that he woke up from his dream and nodded hurriedly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone: "Yes, I must buy it!"
He couldn't wait to take out his wallet and paid quickly without even asking the price.
The clerk carefully packed the wood carving and handed it to him.
Mu Siyou held the wood sculpture tightly in his hands as if he were holding a rare treasure, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he owned the whole world.
Mu Sihuai walked to a quaint antique shop and stopped unconsciously.
His eyes were attracted by the rare treasures hidden in the store, revealing a bit of curiosity and exploration.
Mu Yuchang walked to his side lightly, and a voice like the sound of a bird chirping rang out: "Second brother, do you want to go in and take a look?"
She blinked her big, lively eyes, full of anticipation.
Lin Zhiyue was very interested, with the corners of her mouth raised, and she quickly agreed: "Sure, maybe we can find something good here!"
The excitement in his tone was as if he had seen a rare treasure.
So, a group of people came in one after another.
The store is filled with an old yet unique atmosphere, and the sandalwood shelves are filled with a wide variety of antiques.
Everyone dispersed and started their treasure hunt.
There was a gleam of excitement in Lin Qiyang's eyes, and he was obviously very interested in these antiques.
He walked between the shelves, picked up one, looked at it, put it down, and picked up another one, his eyes full of concentration.
However, his luck seemed to be bad. He picked up several things in succession, but after careful examination, he found that none of them were real.
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