He walked away quickly, but was stopped by several little girls on the wooden bridge.
"Handsome, are you here for tourism too?"
Deng Xin was taken aback by being stopped and was momentarily stunned. After realizing what was happening, she immediately waved her hand and shook her head: "I'm not a tourist."
"You're a local from the Miao village, right? You look great in this outfit. Do you know where I can rent it?"
Nan Yu: "Go straight through Xiaoshi Alley and turn right. There's a street there that you should rent." She was about to leave when she finished speaking, as she was in a hurry to take care of something.
The girl smiled and held up her phone, asking, "Can I take a picture with you?"
"ah?"
"Let's combine them into one."
People were already holding up their phones, and Dengxin was too embarrassed to refuse, so she awkwardly took a photo with them. There were three girls in total, and they all came to take photos with her. After they finished taking the photos, they wouldn't let Nanyu leave.
"Does the young man have a girlfriend?"
Lamp wick: "No."
"Can we add each other on WeChat? I'll come visit you on my next trip!"
Dengxin shook his head: "I don't have a cell phone. Sorry, I have to go now."
"Oh, that's a pity. Are you in a hurry? Let's chat. Do you run a bed and breakfast? We can stay at your place."
Many families in the village run guesthouses, which are fully booked during holidays. On weekdays, some owners even actively solicit guests. A group of girls, all college students, came here for the weekend and took a liking to Nanyu. They hadn't decided where to stay yet, so if her family runs a guesthouse, they could take the opportunity to get to know each other and gradually develop a relationship.
Opportunities are reserved for those who take initiative.
“My family doesn’t run a guesthouse. If you haven’t found a place to stay yet, you can go ahead and ask.”
"Okay, young man, how old are you? My name is Chen..."
Before she could finish speaking, a tall, handsome man appeared. He put his arm around the girl's shoulder, and the girl looked up at him, her cheeks flushing red from the shock of his appearance. She shyly looked away.
Nan Yu also looked up.
The man was wearing a windbreaker, was very tall, and had unfamiliar features. Nan Yu didn't recognize him, and her brows furrowed slightly. The man spoke:
"My friend has something to do, please let me through."
The man's voice was deep as he pulled Dengxin across the bridge. The girls dared not pull her any further and could only regretfully let her go. Dengxin was "rescued" and moved away from the wooden bridge. The man then let go of her hand and turned to leave.
Nan Yu responded with a "hey," and the other party stopped.
"Thanks."
The man said indifferently, "It's nothing."
After saying that, he left.
Lamp wick: "..."
When I first came to this world and went out to familiarize myself with the village, I didn't see many handsome men. How come I've been seeing them so often lately? And they're all stunningly beautiful.
After the little incident, Nan Yu went home to get her bedding.
The little white snake that went back to the lamp wick got tangled up with Song Xianqing's silver snake and played together.
His mental state has also improved significantly.
The wick was overjoyed and went over to ask, "Is it ready?"
The moment Song Xianqing smelled the fragrance of peaches as Nan Yu approached, the corners of her mouth that had just turned up instantly fell back, and her voice even turned cold: "Brother, where have you been?"
Nan Yu: "Get the blanket."
"Where's the blanket?"
"Someone will bring it over in a bit."
"Male or female?"
"male."
In the village, all the errand runners are men.
Song Xianqing still pressed on dangerously, "Really? Who did you see? Who got close to your brother? Liu Pianpian?"
The other person's questions made Dengxin feel pressured and annoyed. "Why are you asking so many questions? Is my snake cured?"
Nan Yu's tone became more serious, and Song Xianqing's attitude softened.
A smile returned to his face. "I still need to get injections for a while longer."
Nan Yu went to see the little snake. Song Xianqing's snake was quite beautiful, a bit thicker and longer than his snake. Its whole body was silvery, and its scales seemed to have seven colors under the refraction of light. It had an oval snake head and looked very cute.
The lamp wick patted its head and took its little snake away.
The silver snake also tried to crawl into his sleeve.
The little silver snake wilted when Song Xianqing grabbed it by the tail and pulled it out; it felt threatened by its master's gaze.
Nan Yu ignored it, went back to her room to get the money, and went out to buy groceries.
Song Xianqing followed, following into the room, walking, going down the stairs, and even trying to follow out the door. Nan Yu turned around and said, "I'm going out to buy groceries. You stay at home. Someone will bring you blankets later."
Song Xianqing put on a pitiful look: "I want to go too."
Nan Yu: "It will be delivered in a little while."
Song Xianqing was extremely distressed, wishing he could kill the owner of the perfume. The boy was very possessive, and no one was allowed to touch his things!
Who did you just see?
Nan Yu: "No."
"Please, tell me! I'll feel terrible all day if you don't, Brother Xiaoyu~"
Nan Yu really didn't want to get entangled with him, and said, "There are so many tourists outside, it's normal to run into anyone, right?"
"Is Liu Pianpian there?"
"Why are you always focusing on her? If you like her, go after her yourself! Stop trying to get information from me!" Nan Yu couldn't stand him mentioning Liu Pianpian all the time; it was so annoying!
Song Xianqing blurted out, "I like you. Who likes her?"
Nan Yu glared at him: "You!"
Song Xianqing: "I know I'm a man, so it might be hard for me to accept. If all else fails, I could go to Thailand to undergo gender reassignment surgery and become a woman. Would that be easier to accept?"
Nan Yu: "..."
The score is played on the plain.
"I do not accept it."
Song Xianqing: "Why?"
Nan Yu made up a theory: "I like children."
Song Xianqing: "There are many children in the orphanage, so we can just adopt one."
Nan Yu: "Are you sick?"
Song Xianqing was both anxious and irritable, circling around Dengxin. She finally asked directly, "You won't believe me even if I tell you. You smell of perfume on you. Whose perfume is it?"
Nan Yu sniffed. It smelled of perfume. He hadn't noticed it yet; it wasn't very clear unless he smelled it carefully. But upon closer inspection, he could indeed smell a peach scent. It must be from the girls taking the photos; they smelled very nice.
Surprisingly, even after several tens of minutes, the fragrance hadn't dissipated.
To put it simply, Song Xianqing exploded again, rambling on and on. Nan Yu couldn't take it anymore and yelled at him, "I have nothing to do with anyone! Can you please stop talking!"
After being yelled at, the boy, like a wronged golden retriever, drooped his ears instantly and curled up, making the space silent. This made Dengxin feel a little guilty and regretful.
After a while, Dengxin sighed, "Okay, let's go grocery shopping together. Stop talking. I haven't done anything with anyone."
Song Xianqing's eyes lit up, and she nodded, making a zipper-zipping motion: "I won't say anything more."
Nan Yu then led people to the market to buy vegetables. The original owner's parents grew their own vegetables, but he didn't. He only grew some flowers, so he needed to buy vegetables. When he walked onto the wooden bridge again, he met the man in the windbreaker who had helped him before.
The other person was taking pictures of the scenery with a camera.
Nan Yu greeted, "Hello."
Song Xianqing got jealous and put his arm around Nan Yu's shoulder. He originally wanted to put his arm around her waist, but he was afraid that she would get angry, so he pulled her back so that the two of them wouldn't get too close. Even after he finished, he didn't let go of her arm.
Nan Yu tried to pull it off but couldn't.
She could only let go and smile at the man.
The man put down his camera upon hearing the greeting. He recognized the young man from the Miao village from not long ago and glanced at Song Xianqing. Song Xianqing's attire resembled that of a beauty blogger who came to film a video. He had braided hair and silver rings, and was covered in silver bells. He was good-looking, but his smile looked hostile.
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