In the photo, Yue Guanchao's slightly long round hair was forcibly combed into a 37-point oily hairstyle. The houndstooth pattern suit on his body embellishes his wide shoulders and narrow waist. He wears a blue and gold tie at the collar. He has a slim face with one eye, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. The skin is slightly deep and three-dimensional under the lens, showing a strong and masculine look.
As for Song Siyuan, she is fair-skinned and beautiful. Her pearl fishtail skirt seems to be tailor-made for her. The curved skirt tightens and widens along the body, highlighting her graceful lines. At the same time, she wears a black gauze top hat, a crossbody bag, The gloves are half-arm long, and the pearl necklace hangs around the neck, which is extremely elegant and luxurious.
The two of them were really talented and beautiful, and they really became a family.
"Look, you and I can become movie stars!"
The old master took out the photos and complimented them a few times. Song Siyuan counted the photos to make sure they were all developed, then chatted and laughed with the old master and walked out of the photo studio.
She lowered her head and looked at her pocket watch. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it would still be two or three hours before dark. Song Siyuan looked Yue Guanchao up and down: "You're not ugly, but you're just dressed a little bit. Do you want us to go?" The Bell Tower Department Store next door will buy you an outfit."
Yue Guanchao held his chin and looked at her: "Song Qianjin, are you hurting me or praising me? I don't like to tell Song Qingyang!"
"I didn't ask you to dress up like him. I'll choose some suitable work clothes for you. Let's go!"
Yue Guanchao was held by his arm, so he had no choice but to follow the little foreign girl and continue walking deeper into Siping Street. When he reached the end of Siping Street, he could see three or four-story foreign-style buildings sitting on the street. Outside the wall stood the light box storefront of Bell Tower Department Store. There are many foreign cars parked on the side, and modern men and women come and go, making it extremely lively.
After entering the department store, Song Siyuan took him straight to the men's clothing area and explained casually: "After Harbin opened as a port in 1907, countless foreigners set up factories, opened commercial buildings, built mansions, preached and did business, studied and settled in this city. , now there are hundreds of thousands of people in that city, but any fashion that appears in Paris will appear in Harbin City within a week, and Fengtian’s fashion is all shipped from Harbin City.”
As he spoke, he had already arrived at the men's clothing counter, with a dazzling array of Chinese and Western suits. Song Siyuan took him into the hanger room, constantly picking up clothes and putting them in his arms.
After Yue Guanchao came out of the fitting room, he stood in front of the mirror and carefully observed the new clothes. He wore a light brown leather jacket on the upper body, dark green overalls on the lower body, and a pair of suede hiking boots on his feet. Underneath was a gray undershirt, which was indeed much more convenient than a suit. , making the whole person look tough and straight.
"How about it? It's normal that you don't like suits. This kind of work clothes is more suitable for you. It is very popular among foreigners. I will choose a few other sets for you. From now on, you can wear this one."
After saying that, Song Siyuan picked among the shelves and continued to choose several other sets of clothes for Yue Guanchao. When he was waiting for the checkout, he quickly stopped him: "Hey, these are my clothes. It's better for me to check out. I'm a grown man." How can I let you pay the bill? Am I not a pretty boy?"
Before he finished speaking, Song Siyuan had already settled the bill: "You are still a pretty boy, I think you are just fine as a black-faced boy. Let's go, I think the time has come."
Song Siyuan winked at him and took Yue Guanchao out of the department store. By the time they returned to the teahouse, the sky had darkened. The vendors in the Chenghuang Temple had most likely closed their stalls, and a few of them thought there were still passers-by cutting prices in front of the stalls.
"Are you guys going to Yinshi?" The teahouse owner had already put away the cover of the shop and asked while wiping the table.
"Boss, you have good eyesight." Yue Qingshan slightly cupped his hands.
"Hey, you have such good eyesight. I see that you are neither shopping nor offering incense. I think you must wait until night to go to Yin Market. But there are too many people to do business. If you are not in a hurry, you can go to the City God's Temple. Wait, there are many people going to Yinshi."
The teahouse owner didn't say anything clearly, but it could be heard that the stall was about to be closed. Yue Qingshan and the others walked out of the teahouse and walked into the City God's Temple.
After entering the door, there are parking stables on the left and right. When the pilgrims dispersed, the stables were completely empty, and there were many ordinary people with short heads and shortcomings standing there.
Expecting that most of these people went to the underworld market to make a living, they went to Miao Zhu, entrusted him with their newly bought clothes, and then walked into the stable to wait for the opening of the underworld market with others.
It is said that the market opens at midnight, but in fact it is not that late at all. When the night sinks into darkness and the bright moon rises high in the sky, there is already a lot of noise outside the temple gate, with the faint sound of bells ringing.
"The market in the underworld is open, and idlers avoid~~~~"
A withered and noisy cry sounded faintly, the sound elongated and gradually faded away.
When the people in the stable heard the noise, they were like wandering souls resurrected from the dead, lurking in the night. They walked out in twos and twos. Yue Guanchao and the others mingled with the crowd and walked out of the gate of the City God's Temple.
Looking from a distance, the outside world knows that there is a ghost market in the Chenghuang Temple. Whether it is a taboo or fear of getting into trouble, there are no lights. Only the outlines of large and small buildings are hidden in the endless darkness, looming under the moonlight, and appear darker compared to the day. It was completely silent and no one was near, as if the hustle and bustle during the day was just an illusion!
In the alley at the back gate of the City God's Temple, there is a pale green light that shines like a will-o'-the-wisp, attracting pedestrians to get closer.
That must be the entrance to the ghost market!
