Xin Qiji was silent for a while, then bowed his head and ate and drank with the guards to finish eating delicious fish soup.
Then he got up and went to the stall owner’s side, took out his wallet and asked the stall owner about the price in a broken southern voice.
"Five pence a bowl of fresh fish soup, a total of six bowls, a total of thirty pence."
The stall owner smiled and leaned forward slightly and looked at Xin Qiji cheerfully.
Xin Qiji then took out a handful of copper coins and stuffed them into the hands of the stall owner without counting them.
"Fish soup is delicious, so you can keep it."
Said Xin Qiji and turned to go.
The stall owner was surprised to see that his hand was full of a handful of copper coins with more than 30 pence, and he said, "There are so many guests."
Xin Qiji stopped and turned to look at a full face of ourtenant vendor.
"Although we are small business people, we have to pay attention to a point price and a point goods. It’s not easy to fish in winter. It’s four pence for fish soup, but it’s only so much. It’s unreasonable to have more."
The stall owner picked out thirty pence and handed back the extra money to Xin Qiji.
Xin Qiji looked at the shopkeeper’s hands and returned the copper coins, and looked at it carefully. The chubby stall owner in middle age felt that he looked very familiar and didn’t look like a mean person in any way.
"I gave it to you, and the fish soup is delicious. I’m glad it’s a reward and I’m not paid back."
The stall owner looked Xin Qiji and smiled when he saw that he was not like a fake.
"I have never seen such a generous guest as you."
Xin Qiji smiled.
"People who come here are stingy?"
"That also can’t say that a penny price a penny goods on business which have stingy? It’s all about how to live. "
The stall owner looked at Xin Qiji and asked, "Your accent doesn’t sound like a person. Who are you?"
"merchants from the north"
Xin Qiji laughed. "There should be people from all over Lin ‘an, right?"
"That’s not true. Everyone has a country in the north, a country in the south, a country in the city, and many people who can’t name it, but anyone who comes to Lin’ an is willing to come to our street to eat, drink and have fun."
The stall owner walked over and said, "I’ve been here for more than ten years."
"Good, good."
Xin Qiji nodded with a smile and left with six followers with inexplicable emotions.
"Take your time, guest. Come to our stall for a bowl of fish soup another day if you have the chance. It’s free."
The stall owner bowed to see him off.
Xin Qiji looked back at the vendor deeply, smiled at him and waved.
Although I don’t know whether I will come again or not, I don’t know when I will come again, but I am in a good mood or happy anyway
The human anger soothed Xin Qiji’s inexplicable restless heart.
After eating and drinking, the night is getting deeper and deeper, but the Lantern Festival is far from over. People are still full of interest, and people are still laughing.
No, it’s beautiful, but it’s still a photo. Not only are there lights on the street lampposts, but the branches on the street are also covered with colored lights. The tree has no leaves, which is like a wonderful colorful lantern.
Walking all the way, a Youlong team waved bright ichthyosaur lanterns and shouted past him. People around him applauded and laughed and enjoyed the wonderful fish dragon dance.
Xin Qiji’s Lin ‘an family is late. Should we eat sweets or salty food?
The man is in charge of eating salty food, the hostess and the child are in charge of sweets. The man can’t resist the compromise between his wife and children, and it is rare to taste sweets once a year.
On the other hand, the two grandsons are having a childish argument about how to allocate Sugar-Coated Berry.
Grandpa said that when he is old, he should have one more grandchild, and when he is young, he should have one more grandchild.
That’s great
While walking, Xin Qiji sighed with emotion.
What is so beautiful?
Why can there be such a scene of fire in this decadent country?
Xin Qiji couldn’t help thinking of the two women who kowtowed to him with their children, and their ragged faces were blue and purple.
Are they okay?
Still alive?
Can the warmth and anger of Lin ‘an City make them smell the slightest bit?
Can I?
Can’t you?
This is just the warmth of fireworks in Lin’ an city. Why can’t it also warm the cold and chilling despair outside Lin’ an city?
Is there such a big gap between the city and the outside?
Xin Qiji’s heart is full of doubts.
At this moment, he really felt his sense of alienation in this happy crowd.
Doubt and sadness in his heart seem to form a barrier to isolate his happy world-a sad thick wall has been separated among them.
Being here and being here, everything is so out of place and so different.
Everything here seems to attract him, but it keeps pushing him out into the cold snow outside Lin’ an and around the miserable refugees.
Let him feel freezing cold.
He just walked all the way, his expression blurred and his eyes erratic.
He walked past the lively singing and dancing groups.
He looked at waving all kinds of colored lights and was happier than people’s ears, and their laughter was brighter and brighter.
He look around at that trees decorate with colorful lights.
A warm wind, which was heated by fireworks, blew through the street, making the lanterns shake and the light spots shake with it.
So he murmured.
"Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night, and the stars fall like rain."
He passed the parade of happy parades.
A magnificent festival float slowly passed by him, and professional performers tried their best to arouse the mood of the surrounding audience.
Performers paraded around the floats dressed in all kinds of costumes and holding all kinds of instruments, which Xin Qiji had never seen before. The light music filled this small world.
He murmured.
"BMW carves cars, smells fragrant all over the road, moves jade pots, turns light into fish and dragons dancing all night."
He walked past the laughing crowd.
Dressed in festive costumes, fairy couples pass by him with a hand-held fan, and if fairy ladies pass by him in droves, they will leave a faint fragrance after passing by with beautiful laughter.
He is still whispering.
"Moth, snow, willow, golden wisp of laughter, faint fragrance …"
Xin Qiji stopped in shock at the end of the Happy Food Festival.
He looked at the cold before him and gradually dispersed into the middle of the night. People looked back at the busy, noisy and hazy world.
He seemed to be at the intersection of two worlds, and a great sense of tearing tore at him.
"Find him thousands of Baidu in the crowd …"
He lowered his head in the shade, and later he turned around, raised his head, looked straight ahead and took a deep breath in the cold night.
"Suddenly looking back at that person … the lights are dim!"
At last, Xin Qiji took his steps and left this busy, noisy, orange and hazy world without looking back, and went into the cold and cold world without hesitation.