Bi Yue grabbed Chu Yifeng's arm, lingered on the urinal, and asked mysteriously, "You don't bargain? Is that true?"
Chu Yifeng neither nodded nor shook his head: "Here, no one can claim to be an expert. It depends on your eyesight and luck. Look more, listen more, ask more, and buy less. But I do want to buy you a pendant, a bracelet gourd that will last a year."
Bi Yue nodded repeatedly. What if it was all done? She could drip a few drops of blood, and then in the middle of the night, she could enter the gourd. Wouldn't that open up space? Why would she have to work so hard to make money?
Chu Yifeng didn't understand what Bi Yue was fantasizing about, but he thought Bi Yue's silly look was cute.
They lingered in front of different stalls, discussing in corners whether to buy or not.
On Liulichang Street, the two young men and women, both wearing white T-shirts and white sneakers, would gather together and whisper to each other. Chu Yifeng would hold a bottle next to Bi Yue's ears and knock a few times so that she could listen.
The woman habitually stroked her belly occasionally, then looked at the man foolishly and nodded, as if she really heard something.
Finally, Chu Yifeng pulled out the flashlight from his back pocket. It finally came in handy, signaling he was ready to take action. He shone it inside and out on a worn-out tea can.
Five hundred dollars deal.
Chu Yifeng stretched out his hand to ask for money. Bi Yue took out fifty yuan at a time, and then pulled out a few ten-yuan notes. It was obvious that she was distressed and hesitant. After all, this thing was too small and would not be conspicuous anywhere. She was more interested in glass bottles or blue and white porcelain.
Then the shopkeeper was stunned.
Chu Yifeng embraced the woman and kissed her on the cheek. On the street, his laughter was filled with praise: "She knows how to live."
After Bi Yue covered her face and looked around, she lowered her head again in embarrassment and realized that Chu Yifeng had stolen the money while she was not paying attention.
In the snack bar...
What does a crazy fan look like? Bi Yue shows that kind of expression.
She leaned one hand on the table, resting her chin on it, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Chu Yifeng who was queuing at the window to buy breakfast with a smile on her face.
Every now and then, when she noticed Chu Yifeng looking at her, she would wave her hand to indicate that her seat was well occupied.
On the chair opposite is a flashlight.
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