Zhao Fangchu was not interested in any of these stalls selling needlework and fabrics. After wandering around, he found the stall selling dumplings made with fermented rice wine lees, and ordered two bowls of icy dumplings to cool off.
After returning with the bowl, he saw Yang Donghu standing at a needlework stall, so he went over curiously and asked, "Brother Dong, do you want to buy some more fabric?"
His embroidery skills were well known to everyone, but there was no mocking tone in Zhao Fangchu's words; he was simply asking.
Yang Donghu nodded and said, "I still want to try. I can't always embroider poorly."
The stall owner was also very enthusiastic and recommended several pieces of material to him. The texture and color of each piece were different. Yang Donghu hesitated for a long time and couldn't make a choice.
Zhao Fangchu finished his bowl of dumplings, and seeing that he hadn't made his choice yet, he helped him choose.
Just as the two were struggling, someone suddenly approached from behind, and a pair of warm hands covered Yang Donghu's waist. Then a deep voice sounded: "We want all the things you picked."
Yang Donghu was already feeling uncomfortable when someone approached him, and when his hands touched his body, he became even more furious, thinking that someone dared to take advantage of him openly in the street.
Just as he was about to turn around to see who this arrogant person was, he heard a familiar voice coming from above him.
Yang Donghu looked back in surprise. The person he had been thinking about for a long time was suddenly standing in front of him. His joy was beyond words and he couldn't speak clearly. "You, when did you come back?"
The sun was too glaring, so he squinted his eyes and curled up the corners of his mouth. Zhao Luochuan gently pinched his cheek and rubbed it for a while before he heard the man in front of him say, "I went down the mountain before dawn today. I originally thought I could make it home in time for dinner, but I didn't expect you to come and bring me cakes today. I heard you miss me so much at home, and I was worried that you were worried about me too much, so I hurried to come find you."
The woman selling fabrics was watching nearby. Yang Donghu was embarrassed to admit that his thoughts were exposed in front of others. He said in a low voice, "I don't have any. Don't talk nonsense."
"Well, I miss you so much. I can't wait even a moment longer. If I don't see you again, I won't be able to do anything."
The elder sister beside him groaned and covered her mouth to stop Yang Donghu from talking nonsense out of embarrassment.
The two hadn't seen each other for more than half a month. Now her clothes were thin, and she felt a throbbing in her heart at the slightest contact of her skin.
Yang Donghu was afraid of making a fool of himself in the street, so he wanted to quietly move to the side. Unexpectedly, before he even moved, the crowded crowd became agitated again.
The crowd was so huge that it was almost as crowded as the gatherings before the New Year. Zhao Luochuan was pushed by the people behind him and couldn't stand steadily. He staggered and pulled his husband into his arms to hold him tightly, and only let him out after the crowd had passed.
Faced with such open intimacy, and meeting the meaningful gaze of the lady at the cloth stall, Yang Donghu lowered his head and was unwilling to raise it.
Zhao Luochuan paid for the cloth and walked away with his husband in his arms, with his elder sister wishing him a happy marriage.
After walking two steps away, Yang Donghu suddenly remembered that Zhao Fangchu, who was beside him just now, had disappeared without a trace.
He looked up anxiously, and Zhao Luochuan looked at him anxiously and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Fang Chu, where's Fang Chu?"
There were so many people around just now that Yang Donghu actually forgot about the man for a moment. Now he suddenly remembered that it was not easy to find a young man in the huge crowd.
The town is so big that there are always some low-class people scattered among the crowd. If Zhao Fangchu encounters someone with dirty hands, he will probably suffer.
The romantic thoughts in Yang Donghu's heart were completely shattered by worry, and his voice was so anxious that it almost started to cry: "What should I do?"
Zhao Luochuan patted his back soothingly and said, "Don't worry, I'll look for it with you. They must have been dispersed by the crowd just now, so they can't be too far away. Let's follow the direction of the crowd just now and look for it. I'm sure we'll find it."
Yang Donghu nodded with a bitter face. He was not as tall as Zhao Luochuan, and his vision was limited because of the crowd. He had to turn his head and stare at the stall next to him, praying that he would see people at the next stall.
There were so many people that they walked slowly. The two of them searched for an incense stick of time but still couldn't find anyone. Zhao Luochuan felt a little anxious.
I remember that I used to always hear people say that there were kidnappers on the street who would prey on lone girls and boys when there were many people around. Although most of these were said by the elders at home to scare disobedient children, the rumors were never groundless.
Zhao Fangchu didn't know that the two men were looking for him anxiously. He was very happy when he saw Zhao Luochuan, and even went behind Zhao Luochuan to see if Zhao Fangyu had followed him.
He was not a person who was inconsiderate. The young couple was so sweet and affectionate, and it would be annoying for him to suddenly interrupt them. He wanted to wait until the two of them were done being affectionate before showing up.
Unexpectedly, before Zhao Fangchu could finish his words, he was squeezed into the crowd and was forced to move forward with the crowd.
He called out a few times, but because the place was filled with hawkers shouting and the noise was too loud, Yang Donghu and the others could not hear his voice at all.
He wanted to stop, but as soon as he stopped, someone pushed him from behind. Zhao Fangchu was not tall, and he walked blindly wherever he wanted. He tried to squeeze out of the crowd several times but failed.
He resigned himself to his fate and followed the crowd for a while before he had space to turn around and move around. He seized the opportunity and squeezed out in front of the person next to him when he suddenly stopped.
He had been to this town many times and had lost his way in the crowd, but as long as he was not drowned by the crowd, he could know where he was.
Zhao Fangchu turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar restaurant sign. His own cart was parked next to it.
He knew that Yang Donghu would definitely be anxious if he missed him, but there were so many people around now. If he went back to look for them, he might be pushed somewhere else. Anyway, they would definitely come over pushing the cart soon, so Zhao Fangchu simply sat in the cart and waited for people to come and find him.
There was a stall selling preserved vegetable and meat pie next to the restaurant. The price was a bit expensive, but there were still many people buying it. The aroma of the pie filled the air, and Zhao Fangchu suddenly felt as if he had not eaten the bowl of dumplings he had just eaten.
He touched his waist and found a purse hanging there containing the wages paid to him by Yang Donghu. He earned this money from making cakes, but Zhu Cuilan didn't ask for it, so he kept it all for himself.
Zhao Fangchu counted the copper coins in the bag and a smile appeared on his face. It was good to have money. He could buy whatever he wanted.
After the crowd in front of the pancake stall had dispersed a little, he went over and asked the uncle selling pancakes for seven pancakes.
There are also places selling sesame cakes on the street, but they are more like dried steamed buns. The preserved vegetable and pork cakes are twice as expensive as the sesame cakes, but considering that they contain meat, Zhao Fangchu can accept the price.
There are many people in the family, so each person has to have one pancake, which means we need seven pancakes. This is not counting the time when Zhao He is not there, otherwise we would have to have one more.
Zhao Fangchu felt a bit pained after spending dozens of coins on seven pancakes, but the pancake seller gave him ones that were fresh from the oven and smelled delicious.
Zhao Fangchu was so greedy that his mouth was watering, and he didn't care about the pain. He counted the copper coins for the uncle, picked up one and started eating.
"Uncle, please help me pack the rest."
"Okay."
The food smells the best when it’s just out of the pot. Zhao Fangchu was enjoying his meal so much that he didn’t notice that when he was taking out money, several people with malicious smiles on their faces across the street were staring at his wallet.
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