Guo Dongyue was speechless. He watched Zhang Zian and the tall guy haggling for 50 yuan for a long time, and finally reached an agreement at 150 yuan.
After paying, the tall guy introduced himself, "My name is Luo Qingyu, the president of the photography club at Binhai University."
Zhang Zian nodded, "Just call me by my WeChat ID."
Luo Qingyu looked at Zhang Zian's WeChat ID, "What the hell is a hottie?"
"That's me." Zhang Zian pointed at himself, "Okay, see you later. Of course, if you go back early, I won't refund the money! "
"... Don't worry, we won't leave until we get a good photo," Luo Qingyu said confidently, "See you later!"
He was about to cross the road and go back to his friends, but he stopped after two steps. He turned around and stared at Zhang Zian suspiciously, "Have I seen you before?"
Zhang Zian immediately shook his head, "No, you are wrong. Besides, your way of flirting is so lame. "
"No! I must have seen you before! "Luo Qingyu frowned and thought hard," Your face... "
"What's wrong with my face? Is it too handsome? "Zhang Zian touched his chin.
"I remember!" Luo Qingyu clapped his hands and pointed at Zhang Zian's face, "I saw you at the top of Mt. Hidden Fog. You took a pretty girl to the teahouse for tea!"
The point was about the pretty girl?
Zhang Zian knew he was talking about Xiaoxue, so he didn't bother to explain. He just smiled, "So what?"
"Are you actually tall, rich and handsome?" Luo Qingyu naturally thought so, because that teahouse was extremely expensive. Ordinary people couldn't enter the teahouse in Hidden Fog to drink tea calmly and come out with a straight face … But that was not right. Would the tall, rich, and handsome guy bargain with him for 50 yuan?
"Do I look like one?" Zhang Zian smiled calmly, "I am not tall, rich and handsome, but the three of us are tall, rich and handsome."
"What?" Luo Qingyu was confused.
Zhang Zian pointed at him and measured his height, "You are tall."
He then pointed at Guo Dongyue's designer coat, "He is rich."
Finally, he pointed at his own face, "I am handsome."
Luo Qingyu, "..."
Guo Dongyue: "…"
The two of them had the same thought. They had seen shameless people, but they had never seen such a shameless person …
"Okay, let's go. We've wasted enough time." Zhang Zian said to Guo Dongyue. They walked into the alley one after the other. Fina followed behind slowly in order to bask in the sun for a while longer, because there was not so much sunlight in the alley. Snowy Lionet seemed to be very interested in the cosplayers and looked back from time to time.
Luo Qingyu felt it was a pity that he didn't manage to borrow the golden cat, but he was satisfied that he could borrow the white cat. If one looked closely, although this white cat did not have the luxurious and elegant temperament of the golden cat, its appearance was not inferior. Especially its snow-white long fur and pink ears, it would definitely win the hearts of cosplayers.
Zhang Zian followed Guo Dongyue into the alley. There were some old houses from the 80s and 90s in the alley, and some were even older. There was a French plane tree planted at intervals in the alley. Although the density of the trees was lower than that on the street, there were more fallen leaves than outside due to the lack of cleaning.
Some elderly people moved chairs and sat on the side of the alley, drinking tea, playing chess, and chatting. From time to time, there were shouts from the residential buildings — "Old man, let's go home for dinner! You have to rush us for dinner every time … "Every time there was a shout, there would be a gray-haired old man who pushed the scale and left in a hurry amidst other people's scolding," Don't be so shameless when you're about to lose "and" henpecked. "
The sizzling sound of the frying pan was endless, and the aroma of frying came from the range hood of the residential buildings. Zhang Zian's stomach was growling a few times. When he lowered his head, he saw Fina's ears twitching and looking at him with disdain. Snowy Lionet was spitting at him.
He rubbed his stomach and thought to himself, "Humans are iron, but rice is steel. If I don't eat, I'll be starving. Besides, aren't you hungry?"
Guo Dongyue noticed that he was looking at the old residential buildings, so he explained, "My mom doesn't want to move."
Zhang Zian nodded slightly to show that he understood.
Old people were very nostalgic. They had lived here for almost their entire lives, so they were very familiar with the grass and trees. They wouldn't get lost even if they closed their eyes. Even the air that was mixed with the fragrance of the plane tree was reassuring … Even though this place was very old and inconvenient. Most of the old people wouldn't want to move to a completely strange place in their old age. Even if they agreed, it was not for their own comfort, but for the convenience of their children's visits, or to take care of their grandchildren.
Guo Dongyue's mother must have been one of these old people. Although she didn't like to visit her neighbors, she would at least make friends with them.
"There used to be a kindergarten over there." Guo Dongyue pointed to the other direction of the alley and said casually, "I went to kindergarten there when I was young. But it's abandoned now. "
An image appeared in front of Zhang Zian's eyes. A mother was holding Guo Dongyue's hand, walking through the alley on the golden leaves. Guo Dongyue's eyes were wide open, looking at the exquisite and novel European architecture on the street … Zhang Zian didn't have the talent to be an architect, so he couldn't imagine exactly how great the impact of this glimpse would be on Guo Dongyue's life. In the worst words, the gears of fate had begun to turn.
There was no doubt that Guo Dongyue chose to be an architect as his lifelong career. There must be an opportunity. For some reason, Zhang Zian felt that the opportunity was this alley, this street, and this French plane tree that was filled with the aura of a fallen aristocrat.
Zhang Zian understood that Guo Dong Yue's mother, as well as all the other old people on this street, were not only nostalgic for the familiar things and environment, but also for something more profound – the memories they left on this street with their children, their families, and their lovers.
Sadly, such precious memories, which she had to keep even though she had to endure the inconveniences of life, were slowly being erased from her mind.
Zhang Zian slowed down unconsciously, letting Guo Dongyue lead the way. He stared at the back of the ponytail girl in front of him, who was carrying a birdcage and walking alone in the bleak alley. He felt the loneliness and desolation of this girl. He felt that Guo Dongyue really needed to raise something. Even if it wasn't a parrot, it would be better to raise something else.
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