Outside Wuqiao Guanyin Temple, the ginkgo tree still stands quietly, simple and vigorous.
This day is not a temple fair, because Qingming Festival is just around the corner, and there are still many pilgrims.
Qing Ya glanced at the bearded brother selling fish sitting under the tree, and thought to himself what a coincidence they had met again.
There was also a strange light in the other party's eyes, as if he had the same thoughts as hers, and felt it was a coincidence.
There is something else behind this coincidence: the two brothers, who used to go out every now and then and disappear for several days when they went out, recently returned to Uncle Zhao's house every day and only went fishing in the nearby waters in the morning and evening.
After catching fish, you must go to the Guanyin Temple to sell the fish.
You will spend half the morning sitting here.
Because they come to sell fish every day, Miss Fu'er also comes to sell lucky bags every day.
Because Miss Fu'er comes every day, there are a few more young people under the ginkgo tree.
Qingya is not here to offer incense today, or even to play.
She admired the quiet and relaxing atmosphere and came here to hang out.
There is no admiration for seeing famous places and historical sites, and no curiosity for exploring secrets.
I feel casual and unrestrained, not knowing what to do next moment.
The relaxed atmosphere, the relaxed people, her mood is also relaxed.
Everyone under the ginkgo tree looked at her, but she didn't feel uncomfortable at all and walked over quietly.
First, I went to the auntie selling cakes and bought a cake.
The aunt smiled kindly at her and gave her one with her chopsticks.
Ximei hurriedly handed over a piece of clean paper and asked her to wrap it and eat it.
She wrapped it up, took a bite, and looked around while chewing with her mouth closed.
After scanning around, I looked up at the ginkgo tree crown to see if the signature I had tied was still there.
His eyes searched upwards, and his feet also cooperated, constantly moving and changing positions.
Move left and make a circle.
Go back and move left Finally saw it Suddenly I heard my younger sister urgently calling "girl" Another "Caution" was heard and there was the sound of heavy objects being dragged.
Then she was grabbed by the arm and pulled aside.
Because she was unprepared, she staggered a little.
When I looked down, I was face to face with a young man selling fish.
His eyes were full of concern, and there was a small stool that was tilted over at his feet.
It turned out that Qingya went to the fish stall, and he and his elder brother quickly gave in.
Drag the fish basin towards you.
Drag it into your arms eagerly.
I can't hold it off any longer, my hoarseness is still receding.
He hurriedly straightened up and moved the bench back.
At the same time, Qingya was pulled aside by his thin waist.
Otherwise, you have to step into the fish basin.
Qingya looked up, then down This fish stall is under the signature she tied She said apologetically: "I'm sorry."
The young man's eyes were bright and he said: "The girl is not scared, right?"
Qingya shook his head and said, "No."
A look rolled on his face.
I want to see the essence through phenomena.
The young man suddenly felt that wherever her gaze passed, his beard fell to the ground.
His face was cold, and he lowered his head hurriedly, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.
Qingya felt that he was blushing.
It's really strange.
How can you see blushing with a beard?
But she looked through his eyes.
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I felt like he was blushing terribly.
She couldn't bear to embarrass him, so she looked up at the bow she had tied on the tree.
Quietly, as if watching a long-lost friend.
Watch it for a while.
When he found that he had finished eating in his mouth, he lowered his head and took another bite of the cake.
Eating and watching.
His eyes turned back from above and landed on the fish basin.
There are several crucian carp and mandarin fish in the basin today, as well as a black carp, which is also very bright.
The eldest brother asked hurriedly: "Girl, do you want to buy fish?"
Qingya shook her head, she didn't want to buy this today.
But she was in a very idle mood, so she wanted to break some pieces of cake to feed the fish.
However, the dada is a little sticky and can't be easily pulled apart, so forget it.
At this moment, Xi Mei came over and handed her a piece of steamed rice cake, which was exactly the kind of food that would break into pieces when kneaded.
She took the rice cake and took a bite first, then squatted down, broke off a small piece, crushed it into crumbs and sprinkled it into the fish basin.
She had a lot of fun playing alone.
When the young man saw it, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.
Qingya was feeding the fish when he heard someone at the stall next to him selling things to his younger sister, "Girl, buy a turtle and let it go."
With one glance, he couldn't take it back.
He just said "I won't buy any live animals today and let them go."
"The idea was also shaken.
There is also a wooden basin over there, and there are turtles in it, big and small.
The largest one is as wide as a book, and the smallest one is as big as a walnut.
This person must have dug the turtle's nest and captured all the turtle's sons and grandsons.
Otherwise, if the net was cast, the little turtle wouldn't be able to be caught in the net at all, and it would be released even if it was caught in the net.
She looked at the stall owner with a somewhat reproachful look.
The young man followed her gaze and probably understood.
This young tortoise seller doesn't often set up a stall, because he has seen Fu'er coming every day lately, so he wants to join in the fun.
He had nothing to sell, and he couldn't compete with the two brothers in fishing, so he dug up a nest of turtles somewhere and set up a stall to make up for the money.
In the end, needless to say, Qingya bought all the turtles in the nest.
After being sent back to the boat, she stood up and walked around again.
Walking up to Fu'er, Fu'er smiled gratefully at her, and his closeness was obvious.
She returned the smile, then looked down at the lucky bags in her basket, nodding secretly in her heart.
There were many more styles, and each one was small and exquisite, making it dazzling to see.
Fu'er said shyly, "My mother sold them very well when she got them in town."
Qingya said nothing, as if she had never given her any guidance.
Because I walked out for a while, I chose an angle and stood under a locust tree full of white flowers.
Facing the ginkgo tree, with the ancient temple behind me, I said to my younger sister: "Put the small table and drawing things."
Move in."
Xi Mei knew that she wanted to paint, so she quickly asked Ruan Xiu to move it on the boat.
In this way, Qingyue sketched on the spot in front of everyone.
Ruan Xiu and others did not stand beside her like door gods, but wandered around, occasionally chatting and laughing with others, like pilgrims coming to offer incense.
Once someone was curious and wanted to see Qingya's paintings, they would come up and try to dissuade her, telling her not to disturb her.
After a few times, everyone knew about it and just watched from a distance.
The young man also watched from a distance.
When he wasn't looking, his attention was always there.
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Someone came to buy fish and asked the price.
He replied without hesitation: "Two taels of silver" which scared away several groups of pilgrims, so he never sold a single fish.
The old man selling incense candles couldn't bear it and advised his brother: "I'm talking about you two.
It was just a coincidence that the girl bought your fish at a good price last time.
I don't want to meet such a good thing and such a generous owner again." , How can it be so easy?
If you keep asking this price, the fish will not be sold tomorrow.
The price at the Bodhisattva's door cannot be too high, otherwise the Bodhisattva will be unhappy."
I kept saying this again and again, and persuading again and again.
However, the young man was absent-minded.
Didn't hear it at all.
There is no escaping that big brother.
Hearing it clearly, I was ashamed.
He looked at his brother, who turned a deaf ear.
He could only smile awkwardly at the old man.
There was another person who was also embarrassed after hearing what the old man said, and that was Fu'er.
She also felt that it was embarrassing for the young man to bid such a high price, and he did not dare to look over there, as if she was the one who was embarrassed.
To be precise.
It must be related to her.
Qingya is immersed in the state of sketching, leisurely and leisurely.
It's the time when spring is shining brightly.
The sun shines warmly, and there is a sweet smell in the air, which is refreshing.
The buzzing bees chirp softly, but not too noisy.
On the contrary, it makes people feel peaceful and want to sleep in spring.
Of course she didn't want to sleep, but she was a little sore from having her head down for a long time.
Then raise your head and move around, and give your eyes a short rest.
Come to your senses.
Can't help but look up The sweet fragrance comes from the locust flowers above the head.
The bees all over the tree were buzzing and busy.
"It would be great if there were beekeepers," she thought.
The younger sister handed her a cup of tea, brewed with boiling water that she had just asked for from the temple.
Qingya took two sips, lowered his head and continued painting.
Over there, Fu'er was no longer interested in doing business, so she asked the aunt next to her to look after the stall for her.
She twisted her waist and hurried to the village, and disappeared after a while.
When several young people saw Fu'er leaving, they hesitated: If they wanted to follow her, Fu'er's basket was still there; if they didn't leave, they didn't know when she would come back.
When he was hesitating, he had to look at the girl painting and guess which family she was from.
Not long after, Fu'er came back again, carrying a small basket in his arms.
She walked straight towards Qingya.
Ruan Xiu stopped him and asked, "What are you doing?"
Qingya raised her head when she heard it and said hurriedly: "Let her come over."
Ruan Xiu quickly got out of the way, and Fu'er came over.
"I made this, you can try it."
She walked over to Qingya and took out a large thick bowl from the basket.
In the bowl were several pieces of snow-white steamed rice cakes, which were trembling.
She placed them on the small square table with another side.
Added, "It's made from this locust flower.
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If you don't believe it, it smells like a locust flower.
The honey I put in it is the honeycomb my father got from the locust tree."
Qingya was very interested and said to her, "Thank you."
Xiimei opened the food box early, took out her chopsticks, picked up a piece of cake and ate it.
After taking just one bite, I nodded, and nodded again and again, feeling my mouth full of fragrance.
"Fragrant," Qing Ya said to Fu'er, "It smells just like locust flowers."
Asked her how she did it.
Fu'er smiled happily and told her one by one.
Xi Mei and Xi Yao both took a piece to eat.
Fu'er looked under the ginkgo tree, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over firmly.
Starting from the old man selling incense and candles, she gave everyone a small piece of steamed cake.
I think I was afraid that there wouldn't be enough portions, so I cut it a little too small, far less than the big chunks given to Qingya.
Then when she came to the fish seller, the steamed cake she took out was as big as the one she gave Qingya.
Seeing that the two brothers were a little startled, looking at the others and then at the one in her own hand, she blushed and walked over as if running away.
The young man looked at Qingya and took a bite of the cake.
He couldn't help but nod.
It smelled really good.
Fu'er looked back and saw it, her heart filled with sweetness.
The folks under the ginkgo tree had a good time today.
They had just finished eating Fu'er's steamed cake when they saw Xi Mei coming over.
She was ordered by Qing Ya to spread some snacks.
The young man was given a piece of plum-shaped snack.
He didn't eat it immediately, so he heard his eldest brother next to him whine: "Well, it tastes like milk and has walnut kernels.
Alas, it's just one piece, too little."
The last sentence was pronounced clearly because he had swallowed it in his mouth.
Yes, full of regret.
The young man turned to look at him.
He smiled sheepishly and looked at the snack in his hand.
The young man immediately brought the snack to his mouth and took a bite.
It had a very soft texture, not dry or burnt, and had a milky aroma, but he was sure it wasn't milk.
My eyes couldn't help but drift to the bottom of the locust tree, where the painters were looking.
I don't know if they were watching them eating snacks, or looking at the scenery for painting.
As he was watching, he suddenly heard a burst of shouting and laughter.
He followed the sound and looked toward the pier, only to see a group of young men approaching.
They were neither young masters from rich families nor simple young men from farmers, but the idle and prickly types from the small town. .
His eyes narrowed, and then he quickly glanced under the locust tree.
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