There is a tiger sniffing the rose in my heart

Two sons?

The old man was also very straightforward, he was stunned and asked: "Brother, your son is too big, isn't he?"

Jinran smiled even brighter, and was about to speak, when Jiang Chuan poked his waist behind him, and said in a very calm tone, "Well, my dad is not an old goblin."

Under the calm gaze of the old man, "you young people know how to play", he turned his head to look at Jiang Chuan. Tell me, is this a monkey?"

"It's a monkey, it's a monkey, Sun Wukong doesn't even know him, he's illiterate!" Jin Ran snatched the noodle man back and carefully put it back in its place, "Be careful and don't touch it, if you break it, can you afford it? "

The corners of Jiang Chuan's lips curled up, and just as he was about to refute with his strength, he fumbled in his pocket slowly, took out the wallet, opened it and looked at it - it was empty and there were only some euro change and countless cards left.

Jiang Chuan hesitated and asked, "Do you accept foreign currency?"

Sincerely: "..."

Old man: "..."

Under the unabashed eyes of "Are you mentally retarded when you ask such a question", Jiang Chuan restrained his arrogance a little bit, and he withdrew his hand helplessly, then turned his head and asked the old man sitting behind the burden: "Mianren, how do you sell it?"

"100 yuan each." Jin Ran said.

Old man: "..."

Jiang Chuan: "What's the matter with you, answer so quickly."

Just ignore him, turn to the old man beside him and say: "He is a foreigner, who is not going to cheat him? 100 yuan each, counting only, two hundred for the kind of cage with two birds standing on it, here, that, that, Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, one, two, three, four... with so many heads, they belong to the type that even if you sell him, you can't afford it."

Jinran was talking nonsense in a serious manner. Except for Owen's expression of retreating when he believed it was true and thought it was so expensive, Jiang Chuan's face was paralyzed the whole time... he waited patiently until Jinran had played enough, and then he started, squatting shoulder to shoulder The black-haired young man next to the old man picked up his ears and said, "Have you said enough?"

"No, let me say a few more words?"

"There's so much nonsense in buying something."

"People who go out without a wallet and eat their husband's soft food can speak loudly these days?"

This sentence is said in German, and it is for the three views of the elderly.The old man smiled very kindly, and naturally brought the pair of beautiful young people in front of him into good friends who had a good relationship and liked to fight, and the child who was poking his head in front of him - still looked similar to this tall foreigner, Of course it should be his son or younger brother.

At this moment, the old man took out a freshly pinched Zhu Bajie and handed it to the child in front of him, only to see a happy and hesitant look in the child's beautiful eyes like glass beads... Obviously he believed the previous black Posting young people's words, I thought it was something precious, for fear of breaking it and causing trouble.

So the old man smiled and said, "Take it, I'll give it to you, no money."

Owen expressed his thanks in correct Chinese, and carefully took over the baby obtained by brushing his face, held it in his hands and looked at it carefully-touching here and there, using very little force, obviously afraid of breaking it This beautiful noodle: This cherished appearance really makes people like it more and more.

Jin Ran pointed to the mask in his son's hand: "Who is he?"

Owen glanced at Jiang Chuan, Jiang Chuan: "?"

Owen: "Zhu Bajie."

Jin Ran patted his son on the shoulder with relief: "Yes, it is more promising than your illiterate dad holding Monkey King and asking if he is a monkey."

Behind Jinran, Jiang Chuan stabbed him in the waist again.

"Are you traveling to City H?" the old man who kneaded dough asked.

Jiang Chuan and Jinran looked at each other, guessing how old people know about idol stars these days, Jinran responded with a smile: "Yeah, a lot of TV drama crews here have started up recently, I'll bring these two bumpkins over to have a look... "

"Ah, there are so many stars nearby. I heard from a guest before that he saw Bai Wen begging when he came over. Hey, big star, good luck."

Jin Ran squinted her eyes and smiled, nodded and said, "It's good luck", while thinking that the superstar Bai Wenqi had put on that half-bearded face 15 minutes ago and asked me if he looked like an idol without any burden. A pervert, and my answer is yes, a lot.

Of course he didn't say this, he stood in front of the burden and looked around, talking to the old man while looking at this or that, and he was absent-mindedly trying to pick the best one for him..." The eldest son, Jiang Chuan, heard the old man say at this time: "I think you look like a star... Well, just the protagonist in the previous "Smoke in the Capital", the white-faced young master, It looks a lot like you."

"Ah, is that so?" Jin Ran touched her face, "Is he good-looking?"

The old man smiled and showed his crooked teeth: "Not as good-looking as you."

Jinran's smile grew brighter.

Jiang Chuan stood behind him to express his disdain in silence.

Jin Ran smiled, looked at his son who was holding up a dough figurine to study, and changed his mind again—he suddenly didn’t want the ready-made clay figurines, so he bent down slightly and approached the old man, pointing to his face, and used his thumb to slap the man behind him, and asked, "Grandpa, can you pinch a group of doughnuts according to the faces of the three of us?"

"No."

Before he could finish his words, he was covered by a big hand, and he was pulled backwards, the back of his head hitting his broad shoulders, and at the same time he heard a man's deep voice sounding above his head——

"You think painting is so simple, don't make things difficult for others."

Jiang Chuan's words showed that kneading kneaders is really an amazing craft in his eyes.

Although he was quickly slapped in the face.

The old man smiled and nodded: "Sure, I'll give it a try. The three noodles will charge you 20 yuan. Would you like it?"

Jinran took advantage of the opportunity and put Owen, who was holding a Zhubajie noodle man, on the saddle handed over by the old man, and then said with a smile, "I'll give you two hundred, and you can make me handsome."

The old man knew that he was joking, so he didn't refute, and nodded cheerfully, forgetting that he had found a remote place to drink water and rest, skillfully opened the small wooden box with various colored faces, Quickly took a few colored clays, and started to move on the crafting table carried by the burden——

Sincerely looking at the colored faces that are placed in colorful grids, I somehow also stretched my neck to watch the old man's movements with great interest, my heart was full of anticipation, and I muttered: "This It's all childhood!"

Watching the old man knead and knead a ball of white dough, it turned into an arm in a short while; watching the old man knead and knead a ball of black dough, and it turned into a miniature version of the peaked cap on Jiang Chuan's head in a short while The blue ones are Jiang Chuan's eyes, the black ones are Jinran's hair, and the striped and colored ones are the trousers Owen is wearing today. I have to say it's a magical feeling when I'm under my hand.

It took about half an hour, and the three dough figurines were done. In the end, the old man even skillfully pasted up a super small version of Zhu Bajie, and used a small bamboo stick to make the dough human version of Owen. look like -

Owen first stood up from the small stool, tiptoed in front of the burden, carefully picked up the dough man, turned around and said in a rare German with a milky voice: "Look, Dad, it looks like you!"

It is rare to hear that Owen's words end with modal particles or exclamation points.

Looking at the twinkling eyes of the elder son, he fell ill again, wishing he could give the old dough maker his entire wallet.

Going forward, he took the mask from his son and looked at it. Not to mention, although the eyebrows and eyes are simply outlined, there is still an inexplicable sense of resemblance. Then he picked up Jiang Chuan's mask and put it next to his face for comparison. , looking at the face face and then Jiang Chuan, then turned the face face to Jiang Chuan: "Does it look like it?"

Jiang Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly for a while, then nodded approvingly: "Like, well done."

In this life, the number of people who can hear Jiang Chuan say the words "very well done" can be counted on one hand.

This old man is one.

If this still can't express Jiang Chuan's satisfaction, Jinran saw him take out his wallet again at this time, then took out a photo from the place where the photo was placed, put it in front of the old man and nodded: "This kid can do the same." one?"

Jin Ran bent over to look at it, and found that the photo was a photo of Owen hugging his younger brother Yuan Chuan.

The old man agreed without any hesitation, and said "what a beautiful doll" before taking the photo and continuing to work.

Jinran turned to look at Jiang Chuan and asked in surprise, "You put your son's photo in your wallet?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chuan glanced at Jinran, "I don't think it is advisable to overprotect the family's heirs from being exposed. My son is not a shameful existence. With me, who would dare How are they?"

"...No," Jin Ran blinked, "What about me?"

"?"

"What about me?" Jin Ran raised her finger and pointed at her own nose, her eyes widened slightly, "I put my handsome scumbag photo in your wallet last time, did you exchange it for someone else's?"

It took Jiang Chuan three seconds to carefully read the expression on the face of the person in front of him, and then realized that he was not joking.

"Son," Jiang Chuan emphasized, "what else?"

"Where did you take my picture?"

"Home."

"In the trash can?"

"No."

Jinran took a deep look at Jiang Chuan, thought for a while and asked, "What was going on in your heart when you took my photo out of your wallet?"

"???"

"..."

A 10-minute silence ensued.

Until the old man pinched Yuan Chuan's face mask far away on the other side of the world, and handed it to Owen who was waiting eagerly.Owen handed a hundred-yuan bill to the old man, waved his hand to signal that no change was needed, and walked in front contentedly holding a family of four and a Zhubajie noodle man.

Flying footsteps.

Jinran followed behind him, with his hands stuffed into his trouser pockets.

Jiang Chuan followed behind the father and son, looking at the daughter-in-law who walked ahead without saying a word, suddenly felt something was wrong for some reason.

So he called out, Yuan Jinran.

I was ignored.

Jiang Chuan looked around at a loss, cleared his throat, raised his hand and pressed the brim of the peaked cap on his head: "Yuan Jinran, I'm hungry, what's for lunch?"

Even though it was only three and a half hours before their breakfast was over.

Jiang Chuan saw the black-haired young man who was walking in front stop, turned his head and looked up and down expressionlessly, and then said, "Don't talk to me yet."

Jiang Chuan: "What's the matter with you?"

Jinran: "The baby has a little emotion now."

Jiang Chuan thought there was something wrong with his ears: "What?"

Jinran: "Your backyard is on fire."

Jiang Chuan: "????"

Sincerely: "Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he kicked away the gravel at his feet, watched it jump up and down and hit Jiang Chuan's knee, then turned around and trotted to catch up with the one who was walking in front without looking back. son.

Leaving Jiang Chuan standing alone in the same place, he couldn't understand why the family's giant ship sank whenever it said it would.

The author has something to say: ˊ_>ˋAh, the bubbling strength means that I have not forgotten that there is a pit here.