I opened a bookstore in ancient times

The sun is bright and the crowd is noisy.

When Su Yao saw Xie Lang and met Xie Lang's eyes, he suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

... Seriously, there is clearly nothing wrong between him and Fu Gezi, why do you still feel uncomfortable seeing Xie Lang's gaze like this?

Su Yao's heart moved slightly, and he only looked away from him.

Xie Lang clenched his sleeves even tighter.

Su Yao was clearly shy.

He himself may not fully understand it, but in Xie Lang's eyes, he can see it clearly.

Xie Lang was unwilling in his heart, but he couldn't go forward, because the steward beside him gently tugged him.

Su Yao only saw that the steward Fuer had said a few words to Xie Lang, Xie Lang frowned slightly, looked at him gravely, and went back to his carriage without hesitation.

The curtain of the car moved slightly, revealing a corner of a middle-aged lady's bun.

It turned out that Xie Lang didn't invite Su Yao in advance because he wanted to come with his family.

Daci'an Temple is airing scriptures today, and there are many people worshiping Buddha in the old capital, so they naturally want to come.In the original owner's memory, the old lady of the Xie family had accumulated blessings for her youngest daughter and had been a vegetarian for many years.

It's a pity that Zi Ning was born with deficiencies, so he couldn't save him no matter what.

Xie Lang was still sad for a long time.

He has always been filial, so he should accompany Mrs. Xie.

Su Yao had only been classmates with Xie Lang for a few years, and although she had a good relationship with Linniang's branch, she had no contact with Xie Lang's family, and never came forward to say hello.

The shortbread in his hand was still smelling of hot meat, so Su Yao just sat down with Fu Ling.

For a small square table for four, Qi Bo also bought Hu spicy soup from the stall next door.

This salty and pungent taste has not been tasted for a long time, but Su Yao didn't know it existed in the old capital.

Qi Bo smiled: "The old capital is a big one. If it weren't for the big temple fair, how could we see so many fresh food stalls."

Su Yao took a bite of the shortbread and satiated it with a spoonful of salty and spicy soup, and Fu Ling handed over a peeled egg: "Here."

The round eggs are extraordinarily white and tender under the sun, and under such a large crowd, Su Yao suddenly feels a little cautious.

Used to it at home.

But after the night of painting the boat, there were many people watching, as if...

Su Yao didn't know whether to answer or not.

He was stunned, and Fu Ling casually put the eggs in the small white porcelain dish in his hand: "Eat more, or you will be tired later."

After all, let's put another one.

Before Su Yao could respond, he heard the voice of a young couple at the next table: "Look at them, you know how to eat them. Peel one for me."

"Good good."

The husband put down the bowl, and sighed helplessly, "You don't want to eat, why are you urging me to peel?"

"How do you know I won't eat if you don't peel it? Do you peel it or not?"

"Peel, peel, this is not peeling."

The sound of knocking egg shells came from the next table, Su Yao's face was slightly hot, and he buried his face in the bowl in a hurry, and took a big gulp.

The large bowl was wider than Su Yao's face, but it still couldn't cover the thin red ear tips.

Fu Ling smiled slightly.

Uncle Wu and Qi Bo just looked at each other and smiled silently.

The surrounding voices became more and more noisy, the four of them simply finished their breakfast, and then strolled all the way to the back of Daci'an Temple.

If you don't pay attention to the Buddha and don't draw marriage lottery, you don't have to rush into the temple at this time without being crowded.

Bypassing the main gate of the monastery and walking along the path behind the mountain, you can see the lotus pond.

The sun is in full bloom, and the grass and trees in the back mountain are lush, but there is a layer of dryness and heat.The birds are singing softly, and the air is quiet and refreshing, as if it is the smell of clear springs and pine cones.

The spacious bluestone long steps go straight into the forest, along both sides of the road, but there are still all kinds of small stalls.

The road is wide and there are few people, but it is not crowded.

The small stalls here are all kinds of new gadgets, exquisite jade pendants, carved and hollowed sachets, colorful wreaths, clay figurines, wooden hairpins, paper fans, all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, and even lanterns and windmills for children’s homes. on the way.

It was originally a lush and quiet mountain forest, but now it is stained with the noisy world of mortals and fireworks, which is a taste for both refined and popular tastes.

Su Yao didn't have much feeling for children's toys, but he liked Mr. Fu very much.

That's right, Mr. Fu is good at carpentry.

The wooden rabbit carved last time is so vivid...

At this moment, Su Yao thought of the pair of little rabbits, and his face became slightly hot again.

At that time, I accepted it, but I didn't react too much. Now that I think about it, the little rabbit seemed to get into Su Yao's heart and started bouncing again.

Su Yao calmed down, and when she looked up, she saw Fu Ling supporting a delicate wooden bird.

As soon as the thread is pulled, the two wings flicker up and down.

Fu Ling seemed very satisfied, but looked at Su Yao: "Do you like it?"

Seeing that it was interesting, Su Yao leaned closer and pulled it too.

The little bird fluttered its wings, just as a pigeon with flower feathers jumped over the treetop above its head with a "cuckoo".

The stall owner had a kind and round face, and smiled like a beckoning cat, and hurriedly said: "You two young masters have good eyesight. Look at our little pigeon, it's not much worse than a real pigeon."

A real pigeon, isn't it just standing here?

Pigeons want to buy pigeons.

Su Yao glanced at Fu Ling quietly, and couldn't help laughing: "How much?"

The stall owner made a "five" gesture and smiled kindly: "Small business, I can't afford the price, my lord, forgive me."

Both Su Yao and Fu Ling don't dress like poor people, especially Fu Ling, whose capitals are rich in the whole group.

Money can't be spent casually.

Su Yao still talked to him for a while, but the stall owner refused to agree. Later, seeing that Su Yao was really willing to buy, he was relieved: "Master, you can't buy one cheaply, let's buy a pair."

He looked the two of them up and down, picked the bigger one, and smiled at Su Yao: "Your husband likes it, but you can't give it to him alone. You also keep one for yourself."

The stall owner said with a clever mouth: "It's a good idea to be a couple. Later, the two young masters will take my pigeons to draw a marriage lottery, and the lottery will be guaranteed!"

Su Yao and Fu Ling were eye-catching, and the stall owners around all looked over with snickering smiles.

Su Yao was already embarrassed. There were not many people at the moment, so he smiled and explained in a low voice: "It's not my husband... the old man was joking."

The stall owner was taken aback for a moment, looked at the expressions of the two of them again, and suddenly smiled: "It's only a short ceremony, so what's the big deal! How can you be so polite, my husband, it doesn't matter if you shout a few words in advance!"

Su Yao's face became hotter and hotter, he handed him money, picked up the pigeon and left.

As soon as I turned around, I felt that a pair of little pigeons were also hot.

He hurriedly handed it to Fu Ling, then turned and left.

The little pigeon has round eyes, red mouth and big wings, and the stall owner smiled: "There are still people who give gifts like this, your son has a thin skin. Hurry up and catch up, don't lose sight of him."

Fu Xiang showed an approving look of "you are very promising", picked up the pigeon and caught up.

The mountain road is extremely gentle, but the back mountain is farther away after all, and there are not too many people.

Fu Ling only gave the pigeons to Uncle Wu to put them away, Su Yao lost the pair of round-eyed pigeons, so he calmed down his ups and downs.

Fang was teased by the stall owner when the clear sunlight leaked through the forest. Su Yao and Fu Gezi walked side by side, and they were embarrassed to speak.

The stall owners in the old capital all had such stares, and when they saw the two sons, they shouted, "Husband, Husband."

When passing by a tea stall, Qi Bo only stopped: "My lord, let's take a break with some tea."

Su Yao took a sip of tea, and only glanced at the long steps: "How long until we arrive?"

"Tired?" Fu Ling peeled the peanuts in an instant.

Su Yao paused: "It's not that you're tired, it's just that you can't make it to lunch, we didn't bring anything to eat, there's nothing to eat here."

Glancing at the peanut in Fu Ling's hand again, he said shyly, "...Mr. Fu, don't bother, I won't eat it."

"It's okay, we'll eat later on the road."

Fu Ling fed it very smoothly, but Uncle Wu said: "Boss Su doesn't eat melons and fruits, can he eat something else? It's quite far away, so don't get tired for a while."

As he spoke, he looked back and said, "There's a candy seller's stand over there, I'll go buy one? It's just for eating and playing, and it won't take up your stomach."

It's good to add some sugar.

Su Yao listened to what Pei Yi said last night, but it resembled mild anemia symptoms.

Su Yao nodded, and Uncle Wu ran away with small steps. After a while, two little sugar figurines came.

A mandarin duck plays in the water, and a Pisces plays in the lotus.

Su Yao: ...

Uncle Wu said with a smile: "The marriage lottery in the Daci'an Temple has come true, and this place leads directly to the lotus pond. The sugar figurines are all in this way, so it's a good idea."

Su Yuan took a look from a distance, and saw that these two patterns were exquisite, and they were indeed placed at the front.

After Su Yao paused, Fu Ling picked out a Pisces first: "This one looks good."

Su Yao had no choice but to hold the mandarin duck.

It's not that he doesn't like this idea, it's just that he is thin-skinned, if he walks all the way with these two tricks...

Or the eyes of these stall owners in Beijing, they have to be teased together.

But both Qi Bo and Uncle Wu said that it is not convenient to eat when they are old, so Su Yao can only hold it and put it in his mouth quickly.

Eat it quickly while there are few people, and no one will see it later.

But this sugar man is huge, Su Yao has been holding it in his mouth until it melts a little bit, and it is so sweet that it enters his heart.

Su Yao is not too young, and he was quite embarrassed to carry such a big sugar figure on the road. He held it without letting go for a moment, and was quite sneaky. When he was dodging, he suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting on the side of the road.

Xu Ze had just finished writing a letter with someone, and was about to fold it and deliver it. When he raised his eyes, he saw Su Yao and Fu Ling standing side by side.

Su Yao panicked immediately, and subconsciously took out the sugar figurine first.

As soon as he took it out, Xu Ze took a closer look.

mandarin duck.

I ate half of them.

Another look at Fu Ling beside him, Pisces.

Xu Ze's eyes darkened, and he stood up directly: "Boss Su."

Su Yao had to stop, forced a smile: "Mr. Xu... what a coincidence."

Xu Ze said in a serious tone, "I invited Boss Su to come with you, but you said that the store had to dry the books, so you didn't have time to go out for a stroll. Why—"

He glanced at Fu Ling, bit his teeth a little harder: "Why did you go out to play with Mr. Fu?"