Yanjia Lane is very long.
After all, Hongjing is an ancient city, so the classic and modern here are always singularly intertwined, so Yanjia Lane is about the bridge that connects classical and modern.
It may be too literary to say this. In fact, one year ago, Yanjiaxiang was also an ordinary dilapidated street. Later, after transformation, it beca the current literary and artistic appearance.
When walking to the door of the house, Xun Conglian said that he had to go ho and change clothes, and it was not good to wear a police uniform and go to the mall.
Opposite their house is an antique shop.
Lin Chen didn't know, since when he began to get used to the concept of "their ho" or "our ho". Actually, No. 3 Yanjiaxiang was not his ho, he just lived in that house temporarily. The tenant who does not have to pay rent here, but it is strange that from the first day he lived in, he and Xun Cong had never agreed on the rent and never ntioned the rent.
It is strange for each other to take no money for granted.
Lin Chen stepped on two steps and opened the Feng Shui curtain hanging on the door of the antique shop.
The dynasty was closing the umbrella beside him, slling the slightly scent, and the young man sucked at his nose several tis, and then licked his lips subconsciously.
The owner is an old couple over the age of seventy. Rather than selling antiques, it is more appropriate to rent a shop casually to support them every year, so there is nothing in the shop, except for a few pieces of porcelain in the Bogu cabinet.
Those porcelains may seem expensive, but they may also be completely modern imitations, anyway, he cannot see the value of those things.
Very casual, casually very suitable for torture an old couple from neighbors.
People gather by class, which is probably the case.
When they entered the shop, the owner Mr. Lao was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo collapse and drinking tea. When they saw them entering the room, the old man beckoned him to sit down on the bamboo collapse side, and yelled at the dynasty: "Hey, Mr. Wang, Co play chess? "
"No, no, let's hide from the rain and wait to go out for dinner." The dynasty sucked his nose, waved at the old gentleman, and then walked around the shop familiarly. He first pretended to see porcelain for a while. And walk straight to the corner of the store.
Under the flower window there was a small coal stove, which was gurgling on the coal stove and simring a pot of dried bamboo shoots.
The heat and fragrance swell out in the dusk of the rainy season, which can especially attract the maggots in the stomach.
The old lady was sitting in a rocking chair by the hearth, holding a fan in her hand, and gently fanning, seeing the dynasty entering the house, the old lady's mouth had been smirking for a long ti, but she pretended to close her eyes and did not speak.
The dynasty made two turns around the window like a headless fly, then squatted by the pot.
Seeing this, the old woman opened her eyes with satisfaction and asked, "Want to eat?"
But the dynasty did not answer this question imdiately, but looked back at him.
The eyes were full of craving, Lin Chen looked helplessly at the old gentleman, picked up the tea that the old gentleman had just poured for him, took a sip, and then nodded.
After the young man got permission, he hugged the old lady's thigh and shouted, "Grandma, I didn't eat any lunch, so hungry and hungry."
"Go to the kitchen and get the bowl yourself!" The old lady happily patted the dynasty's head with a fan, and sat upright.
It is similar to describe it with electric light flint or wind-wound residual clouds. In short, the old lady directly picked the best at and filled the dynasty with a large bowl. The dynasty quickly drank a whole bowl of dried bamboo shoots with the speed of the master of rhythm. At the end of the day, he still ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes while Xunlian didn't go out.
Recalling their last and last ti eating rice in the store, they probably mainly relied on the dynasty's deep selling skills and the thickness of their shaless faces. In short, thanks.
Lin Chen sighed, stood up from Zhuta, and said goodbye to the owner.
"Thank you, Grandma. Your cooking is ten thousand tis better than Aunt Zhou's!"
When he went out, the boy said to the old lady while blowing a kiss.
"Then co back next ti, grandma will keep it for you!"
The old woman looked at them and smiled.
...
When the sentence ca out of the company, the rain was slightly lighter.
He changed a long black trench coat and put on the simplest smoke-grey t-shirt inside. This is the most unusual dress. It may be that Xun Cong has been sleeping a lot and has a good spirit. There are many, so it is a little amazing to change it.
Of course, it is also possible, Lin Chen thought, maybe he was in a good mood, so he felt that the man standing in front of Zhun was particularly pleasing.
Black trousers and low-top leather boots, he looked at him from head to toe, a rare sense of vanity.
Even the dynasty said impatiently, "Boss, you just need to swipe a card. Do you need to dress like this?"
"What's wrong with , isn't it just plain clothes!" Xing Cong flirted with his hair and asked very strangely.
"No, this dress must be very expensive, isn't it!" The dynasty rushed over and touched Conglian's trench coat, and pursed his lips.
"Last year the counter was discounted and I bought it for 500 yuan."
"I do not believe!"
"Maybe it's because I'm good?" Xing Cong patted the dynasty's shoulders and relieved. "You can't wear children's clothes because of the best ready-to-wear clothes, you deny that there are people in the world who can wear ordinary clothes with high-end texture Ah young man. "
"I'm 179, children's clothing your sister!" The dynasty retorted dissatisfied.
As if being frustrated by the man's self-esteem, the dynasty said, and handed him the umbrella, then jumped on the back of Xing Conglian, forcibly looking at the windbreaker collar.
The next mont, the scream of the boy sounded.
"Oh, it's a golden deer. What's wrong with your boss, it's too bad!"
The dynasty jumped off Lien's back and took two steps back, pointing at the trench coat of Xun Conglian with an unbelievable eye, saying, "Boss, how have you been so miserable. Is it because the international crude oil has fallen so badly recently? Precious tals have plumted, how could you be here! "
Xuncong didn't even bother to deal with him. He took his own windbreaker in a very simple manner, and said cherishly, "What happened to Jinlu, there are thousands of dostic famous brands and counters. You need to be careful!"
Lin Chen looked at Xun Conglian's clothes. The obvious two oil claw marks could not help narrowing his eyes.
I saw the dynasty still performing very sadly. He turned around and hid under the umbrella, shaking his head sadly, and striving to get away from the sentence as far as possible: "It's too miserable, so miserable, wait for
to pick you up Let ’s have two clothes. Let ’s console the widow. ”
Lin Chen was dragged by him and walked two steps, and soon ca behind Cong Lianlian's angry shout: "Did you put a fingerprint on Lao Tzu?"
"Not , which eye do you see
doing?"
Before his words fell, the back of his neck was violently caught by torture.
Xun Cong did not hesitate to drag people out of the umbrella, pointing at the surveillance cara on a small intersection they just passed, saying, "Wang Xiansen, please see clearly what is there, please don't quibble?"
"Are you sure you can tune into the full video?" Wang Chao looked at the cara and said disdainfully.
Thinking of the juvenile's technique of being in a no-man's land, Xun Conglian was glared with anger once again: "Why is your hand and mouth so oily!" He looked at the juvenile's face and said suddenly.
"I had a bowl of dried bamboo shoots."
"Where did you eat?"
"Grandma gave it to !"
"The grandma at our door?"
"Yes indeed!"
"You didn't say it earlier!" Xing Cong even felt heartbroken, hoping to turn around and eat a bowl.
"I didn't tell you that!"
"..."
Lin Chen held an umbrella and watched them fight all the way.
Although there was no one other than them in the old street in the evening, it might be the footsteps around him, or the dynasty and Xing Conglian were too noisy. He didn't have any sense of loneliness and depression.
What should I say? It seems that the cold rainy season has beco moist and tender.
The only problem is that the original 10-minute trip will be much longer, but it is not bad.
...
When we reached the road on the other side of Yanjia Lane, it was completely dark.
Because of the darkness, the fa??ade of the tall buildings and neon lights in the distance make people feel as if they have co to another world.
The dynasty called up the mobile phone navigation and gave the prisoner Cong Lian the location of the new mall. Soon, a mall that was apparently just opened appeared in front of them.
Although it is just starting business, there are already a lot of custors who co in and out of the new mall.
Inadvertently, Lin Chen looked up at the na of the mall, and was a bit surprised.
If he had previously known that the new mall that the dynasty wanted to go to was called "Ansheng International
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