The sun sets in the west, leaving the last touch of color on the horizon. The trees on the roadside of Nanxiang Park are covered with colorful ribbons and lanterns, changing colors all the time, adding a lot of brilliance.
A stage was set up at the front door. The background music was deafening. The lights focused on the magician in the center of the stage. He was holding a small silver bowl. After a few movements, a ball of flame rose up, illuminating the magician's face red. Suddenly, there was fierce applause from the audience; the magician put out the fire with a lid, shook it a few times, and when he opened the lid again, a little white dove suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
It was the first time to see magic at such a close range, and Tao You couldn't help but applaud.
"What's the matter?" Song Yimian grabbed the croissant and cake that were about to move forward, glanced at Tao You, and lazily revealed the magic, "The magic is all about hand speed. This brazier looks thin. There is nothing. In fact, there is a layer on the other side of the lid. Inside is the pre-prepared pigeon. When you close it, press it gently and the upper layer will buckle with the lower layer. When you open it again, you will see This white dove has arrived."
——What a disappointment.
After listening to Song Yimian's explanation, Tao You lost the mood to continue reading, turned around and squeezed Song Yimian away, looked at the map behind the stage, and walked inside.
"Stinky tofu, ten yuan a bowl."
"Hand-made cakes, made and sold now."
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Different music was playing at each stall, and people were standing in front of the snack stalls.
Tao You looked left and right behind his hands, when suddenly there was a pulling force behind him, pulling Tao You's clothes back desperately.
"Crosse, let go! My new clothes!" Tao You frowned slightly to stop him. He tried hard to pry Croissant's mouth, trying to get it to loosen his mouth, but it was useless. In order to prevent his clothes from being torn, he followed Croissant resignedly. Song came to a stall selling kebabs at the corner.
The croissant finally let go of his mouth. Tao You smoothed the embossed hem of his clothes. He glanced at the croissant who sat aside obediently and stuck out his tongue. Then he looked at the grilled skewers in front of him, filled with the aroma of meat. He was full of satisfaction. Croissant said with an expectant face: "You can't eat this, right?"
"If you eat too much, I can't tell your master. No, no, no, let's go home and have snacks." Tao You tried to pull on the traction rope.
Croissant was motionless, as if his butt was stuck with glue, and he was still yelling at Tao You.
"It can't be eaten. You can buy some to eat." Song Yimian said.
The wind blew, and the aroma of grilled skewers entered Tao You's nose. She swallowed involuntarily, and the rejection on her lips seemed unreal.
"What should I do if I have a bad stomach? There is a game the day after tomorrow, and the coach just said not to eat randomly." Tao You thought of the game the day after tomorrow, and his heart couldn't help but pounding, and worry began to well up in his heart again.
Tao You's voice was silent, but it was still heard by the stall owner. He stopped brushing the sauce, picked up the towel around his neck to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said in a loud voice to Tao You: "Little girl, we are all here It’s fresh meat, everything is clean, and it won’t upset your stomach. I’ve been buying these skewers for more than ten years, and I have countless repeat customers. The quality is absolutely no problem. You can check our store and rate it on the takeaway app. They are all very tall, just this name.\./hand\./machine\./edition\./first\./issue\./update\./new~~" The boss pointed to the name in front of the stall and said, " How many skewers do you want? Add whatever ingredients you want and choose the skewers on the side."
Tao You felt the gazes from around him, blushed and felt at a loss, and was in a dilemma.
"Don't wait in front if you don't want to buy. There are so many people queuing in the back." A discordant voice sounded behind Tao You.
Tao You quickly took the plate handed over by the boss, walked aside, randomly selected a few skewers and handed them to the boss.
"Eat something sweet, don't worry." While waiting, Song Yimian bought an ice cream and handed it to Tao You, trying to comfort her.
——There is no need to live with the food.
Tao You took the ice cream and gave Song Yimian a look that said, "I'm not comforted at all." "How can a great person like you understand what we are worried about, and you can sit and watch a movie without back pain." "
Song Yimian raised his eyebrows slightly, without anger, and continued to say, "What's the use of worrying now? Who told you that you don't practice well? Sports competition relies on strength. You can only pray for the day after tomorrow. Give you some luck, don’t lose too badly, and eat a kebab.”
The ice cream in his mouth lost its flavor instantly. Tao You rolled his eyes and felt that Song Yimian's face was getting ugly. (The next page is more exciting!)
He felt more and more in need of a beating, so he resisted the urge to beat him up, refused to accept the skewers Song Yimian handed him, and pushed his way through the crowd to leave.
Song Yimian was just about to follow when he was stopped by the stall owner: "Hey, you haven't paid yet. Scan the QR code here."
When Song Yimian found Tao You, she was sitting on a stone bench by the lake, holding Croissant's head and talking.
"Kesong, do you think Fatty Song has a bad mouth? How can anyone hurt his friends like this? No wonder he doesn't have any friends. He deserves it! If there weren't so many people and there were police outside, I would have picked him up and beat him up." As he spoke, Tao You stretched out a fist and shook it in front of Croissant.
Croissant didn't understand what she was talking about, and thought Tao You was holding something delicious in his hand, so he stretched his neck to smell her hand.
"Can you beat me?" Song Yimian stood next to Tao You and handed over the skewers again, "You haven't had dinner, aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry." Tao You said firmly, still angry. But my stomach rumbled at an inappropriate time.
Song Yimian didn't say anything, smiled silently and passed the kebab towards Tao You's mouth.
'Crack! "
The moment Tao You took the skewers, a flash flashed, accompanied by the click of the camera.
"Woof woof! woof!" Croissant and Cao Cai shouted in the same direction. \./hand\./machine\./version\./no\./wrong\./first\./post~~
Song Yimian heard the sound and looked around, and saw a camera lens exposed in the dark bushes behind him. The light was refracted in the dim light by the lake. The images he had captured several times before immediately appeared in his mind.
There was a lot of movement from behind the bushes. It must be that the person taking the secret photos noticed something was wrong and wanted to run away. Song Yimian had no time to put down the things in his hands, and ran over holding the cake, and successfully grabbed the shoulder strap that was entangled in the bushes. of candid photographers.
"Deleted." Song Yimian held the man's collar, stretched out a hand, and said coldly.
The candid photographer hugged the camera tightly in his arms, put on the crooked hat, blinked and quickly glanced at Gao Cao sitting in front of him blocking the road, and then looked at Song Yimian next to him, whose face was covered with ice, and struggled to Swallowing his saliva, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Little brother, let's talk carefully if we have anything to say."
"I am a staff member of this night market. I just capture some beautiful moments for publicity."
There was a lot of noise around, there were no people by the lake, and there were no lights in the bushes, so no one else noticed the movement here at this time.
"Give me the camera." Song Yimian pursed his lips, obviously not trusting this person's words.
Seeing that the man still had no intention of handing over the camera, Song Yimian said to Tao You who walked to the bushes: "Call the police."
Seeing that the matter was about to get serious, the man finally couldn't hold it any longer. While stopping Tao You's movements, he turned on the camera: "Don't call the police, I will just delete the photos."
"Just these photos," the man showed them to Song Yimian. "To be honest, these photos are really beautiful. It's a pity to delete them." Seeing that Song Yimian was unwavering, he showed the camera to Tao Yimian again. Youkan said, "Little girl, look at it, does it look good?" Thinking that the little girl should be easier to talk to.
Tao You put away her phone, stepped forward, took the camera and checked the photos.
"Be careful, don't drop it." The man was very nervous when he saw Tao You playing with the camera. He couldn't help but hold his hands underneath, for fear that Tao You would accidentally drop the camera.
The first two photos were taken when Tao You and Ke Song were talking to themselves. The dim and soft light shone on Tao You. Ke Song sat obediently opposite Tao You and seemed to be listening to Tao You very seriously. While she was talking, her round eyes were staring at the ice cream in Tao You's hand, her saliva dripping onto the ground, and she couldn't stop it. Tao You's face looked playful and cute even she didn't know it.
The last photo was taken when she took the skewers handed over by Song Yimian.
I don't know when the moon hung slantingly in the dark blue night sky, bending in a circle, emitting a cool brilliance. There were waves on the lake, and the breeze blew through, setting off shallow ripples.
Song Yimian's three-dimensional figure often gives people a sharp impression, but it softens under the double smear of the moonlight and lights. He lowered his head, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his majestic single eyelids were now so soft that they could overflow with water. He stared at Tao You with adoration. It was obviously an ordinary kebab, but after passing through his hands, it seemed to have improved several levels, and the aroma was even better.
Tao You sat on the stone bench, after a semester of training. (The next page is more exciting!)
, the baby flesh on her face has disappeared a lot, and the facial contours have become clearer and cleaner. Sitting there quietly can actually give people a sense of coolness.
At this moment, her cheeks were slightly bulging, she raised her head and looked at Song Yimian with big eyes. You could still vaguely see the bad mood on her face that had not completely disappeared, but it didn't feel like she was really angry, but rather like It's the coquettish annoyance of a little girl.
——Pampering, coquettishness.
Tao You was startled by the idea that popped into his head.
——It should be ridicule and irritation. Yes, that must be the case.
Tao You looked at the photo again, transmitting this idea to himself as if brainwashed.
"Little girl, isn't it beautiful? I'm right." The candid photographer said proudly, "I have practiced my photography skills for many years. Coupled with your good looks, the original picture can be reproduced directly. , there’s no need for post-retouching.”
"Look, the photo of you and your boyfriend is so beautiful. The eye contact, the expression of emotion, the composition, the lighting, it's perfect." The man was immersed in his photography skills and sighed without paying any attention. Seeing the change in the atmosphere around him, the old man continued to say, "Little girl, you and your boyfriend are really good-looking. Young man, if your girlfriend is angry, just comfort her. If you have any conflicts, resolve them as soon as possible. Don't waste time." It took too long..."
Tao You listened awkwardly, holding on to the camera strap with her fingers. If she hadn't been the person involved, just looking at the photo, she would have thought it was a young couple quarreling and making up.
"Shut up." Song Yimian interrupted him first, "Delete the photo and delete the backup."
The man was anxious and took out a wrinkled work ID card from his pocket and handed it to Song Yimian: "I am really a staff member. Such a good photo will be put on the official website to promote our night market. If you You can pay if you want, it’s easy to negotiate..."
Tao You stuffed the camera back into the man's arms. He was a little impatient, but he still tried his best to say in a nice voice: "It's better to delete it. Also, he is not my boyfriend, so don't talk nonsense."
"They're not a couple." The man was a little disappointed, but he cheered up again the next second, "It's almost there, young man, you have to work hard."
"Okay, I'll delete this photo." The man raised his eyebrows at Song Yimian, and finally agreed readily, deleting the photo in front of the two of them, "I can go."
Song Yimian still didn't let go. He was silent for a while and asked in a deep voice: "Only these few pictures? Where are the secret photos taken before?"
"What did you say before? I said that I am a legitimate employee here, and I also have professional ethics! What candid photos? I am taking a snapshot. What I want is the most real moment. Besides, you two and I are the first ones today. We met once, how could we not have it before? Young man, please don’t frame me up." The man was also a little impatient and began to struggle, "It's getting late, I haven't finished the photos today, what are you going to do to stop me? when."
Tao You didn't know what Song Yimian meant. She just felt that he was a little abnormal and was afraid that he would really make people anxious. However, out of her understanding of Song Yimian, she did not speak rashly. First\./issued\./updated\./new`..mobile version
Song Yimian looked at the man who didn't want to lie and slowly let go of his hand.
The man straightened his clothes, picked up the bag on the floor, carefully avoided the croissants and cakes in front, and walked quickly to the other side.
"What's wrong?" Tao You asked.
Song Yimian shook his head, stared at the direction the man left, and whispered, "I must have admitted my mistake." His mind was spinning rapidly - if it wasn't him, who could it be? Could it be that he had really seen it wrong? .
