Chapter 145: My uncle, do n’t you call me dad?

Tianhai City is located next to the capital of Huaxia. At present, it is still not prosperous. When the night falls, there are still many pedestrians on the street, especially the famous night market on West Street. The city seemed to be covered with a black veil. Under the illumination of orange street lights, the West Street Night Market showed noisy nights.
The hawker hawkers, the bargains of the pedestrians, the noise of the stalls on the roadside, all the noisy sounds are mixed together. When Ye Zhou took Pan Xiangdong's hand into the West Street, the passers-by gave them a stunning look Pan Xiangdong, a t-shirt cowboy, is still tall and handsome, full of domineering Ling Ran, and Ye Zhou, too slender body plus a height of about 170 cm, is undoubtedly weak as a man. With a wig and a white dress, the slim and slender figure is undoubtedly very attractive, especially the exposed half-white snowy calf. Anyone can't help but pounce on it.
"Wife, honestly, am I doing something wrong?"
Holding him to shuttle in the night market, Pan Xiangdong was careful not to let the crowd touch him while talking, let alone how uncomfortable he felt.
"Huh? No."
It seems that he didn't get his focus. Taohuayan looked around. He was still very interested in the night market of this era. Although the level of liveliness could not be compared with twenty or thirty years later, the gadgets sold on the street The children are very real, and there are many folk snacks that have been lost for two or three decades.
"Then you're punishing me in the wrong way?"
If it wasn't for rectifying him, how about dressing like this to show off?
"Who punished you? Whoops there are sugar blowers, I haven't seen them for years."
Without saying a word, Ye Zhou took him excitedly and ran over to a sugar blower's stall. In his memory, when he was still very young, his parents took him to the park to play and saw the sugar blower once. It seems that I have never seen it again. After two or three decades, this folk art snack has basically disappeared.
"What's so good about it? It sounds like you're getting old."
Pan Xiangdong, who was dragged away by him, resent his resentment. He was so happy to see him, and a smile followed on his face. Ye Zhou, who took off his defense, said without a thought: "It's very old, master. , Help me blow a bunny. "
Too focused on the master of the sugar blower, Ye Zhou didn't seem to find himself saying something wrong. Pan Xiangdong behind him flashed his eyes. After watching him for a long time, a smile appeared on his lips, but There was no intention of questioning. Long ago, he knew that Ye Zhou had secrets, but he was unwilling to investigate them. He believed that when the time was right, he would naturally tell him.
"Hello, do you want to blow it by yourself or me?"
The teacher of the sugar blower just blown a candy man and handed it to a little boy about six or seven years old. When he turned around, he saw a very beautiful woman looking at him with excitement, and immediately responded with a hearty gesture. I squeezed a fudge of sugar about the size of my thumb from the tub, and I was kneading the fudge while talking.
"Can you blow it yourself? I want to blow it myself."
You can also listen to it by yourself. Ye Zhou was just as excited as a child. The master squeezed the fudge and took a slender sugar thread to him: "Blow it slowly, yes, that's it, A little bit of air "
Ye Zhou blew gently with the sugar thread, and the soft candy in front swelled slowly. Under the master's skillful kneading, the rabbit's figure came out quickly, and the master skillfully squeezed his ears and ears. On all fours, click on the eyes, and the rabbit that has been fat is formed, then the master instructs Ye Zhou to spit the sugar line, picks up a thin bamboo stick and dips some sugar in the sugar bowl, and then carefully inserts it into the rabbit. In his stomach, he signaled Ye Zhou to blow two breaths before cutting the sugar line.
"Your little rabbit, thank you fifty cents."
Give him the truncated sugar thread and the bunny, and the master smiles.
"Thank you."
After taking the sugar thread and sipping into his mouth, Ye Zhou excitedly held the little rabbit that he had blown out. Pan Xiangdong took out the money and passed it in time. He hugged him and continued to go forward: "I ca n’t see that my wife There is a girl's heart. "
In Pan Xiangdong's cognition, only women and children would like such gadgets. I didn't expect that the appearance was usually weak, but the sturdy Ye Zhou also liked it.
"Don't you speak? What girlish heart, this is my innocence, do you think everyone is as destructive as you?"
Ye Zhou, who was on Xing's head, glared at him fiercely. He knew the fart. If it was placed two or three decades later, let alone the artisan of the sugar blower. This is the memory of childhood.
"Yes, yes, I annihilate humanity, I have no humanity, can't you be childlike?"
Pan Xiangdong said nothing, and then whispered, "You don't say that you are going to be old again."
"I'm going to be old again, do you know what your current behavior is?"
No way, he whispered just within the range that Ye Zhou could hear. Ye Zhou snapped off the rabbit's half body and turned around with a smirk. Pan Xiangdong only felt that his brain was dark, and his wrinkled nose was quite The weak said: "Don't you just want to say that I'm a wretched child, how big is it? As long as you are a boat, even if you are still a baby, labor and capital are still wretched."
"Don't you be more shameless, Uncle?"
Ye Zhou immediately made him cry and laugh, and his soul was so shameless that he had no bottom line. If he were really a baby boy, he might be scared to pee.
"Uncle fart, don't you call Dad?"
Every time I heard he called his uncle, Pan Xiangdong was upset with all kinds of things. Do n’t look at him, he usually does n’t seem to have any pressure to tease him. Deep down, he always minds the age difference between them. I ’m afraid. He will one day think he is too old.
"father!"
Ye Zhou doesn't seem to be behind even if he doesn't have a martial arts. His father was really embarrassing. Rao Pan Xiangdong couldn't help but twitching in the corner of his mouth. He had the illusion of being a father?
"Haha"
It is rare to be able to get to their brother Dong Ye. Ye Zhou solved the sugar man in threes and fives and twos, not to mention how happy he was. Pedestrians passing by looked at him curiously. According to reason, the boy was about seventeen years old. It's time to change voices, but Ye Zhou hasn't changed voices, plus he is wearing a skirt and a wig at this time, even if the voice is not as beautiful as a normal girl, no one can see that he is a man.
"Sell clothes, sell them wholesale, three for ten dollars, pick whatever you want, don't miss it when you pass by ..."
When the two passed by a stall selling clothes, the boss laid a sheet of plastic on the ground. The piles of clothes were piled on it. The sound shouted by the horn was very loud. Ye Zhou also pulled Pan Xiangdong to gather up and piled on the ground. All the clothes are pure cotton t-shirts. There are adults and a small amount of children's clothes. Three yuan for ten dollars is undoubtedly very cheap.
Cotton clothes are most suitable for working. They are sweat-absorbent and comfortable. Ye Zhou decisively squatted on the ground like an aunt to pick and choose, which attracted a lot of attention. You know, generally, he is as beautiful as he is It is impossible to fancy this kind of goods, not to mention that behind him is a tall and powerful Pan Xiangdong.
"I want all these clothes, and the boss counts them."
It didn't seem to feel the other person's strange gaze at all. After a while, Ye Zhou stood up with a lot of clothes. The owner of the hawker was a young man in his twenties who saw him so calmly and beautifully. , The dark face could not help but a little redness appeared, looking at it for a long time without taking clothes.
"What are you looking for? Are clothes sold?"
Seeing this, Pan Xiangdong made a swift step forward, so aggressive that the boss hurriedly picked up the clothes on Ye Zhou's hand: "Sell, sell ..."
The more he did, the more uncomfortable Pan Xiangdong was. Ye Zhou shook his head and took the initiative to fasten his ten fingers, which only comforted him slightly.
"There are twenty in all, big and small. Do you want to add another one?"
The boss quickly counted his clothes and saw that their fingers were tightly fastened, and he consciously dared not stare at him anymore.
"Well, add one. Dongge gave Qian Qian. You pay for all the expenses today."
Wearing a skirt was a bit inconvenient, and I couldn't put money on my body, and Ye Zhou was comfortable with spending money from Pan Xiangdong.
"It would be nice if you were so good."
After paying the money to take over the clothes, Pan Xiangdong looked at his eyes and intertwined with petting and helplessness. He never refused to spend his money. As far as he knew, the last time he had forced him three million, except for borrowing He gave 200,000 yuan to He Zhigao, and the remaining 2.8 million yuan had all been thrown into the bank. So far he hasn't touched a penny.
"Isn't it easy for me to spend your money? Wouldn't it be if you married me earlier?"
Holding his arms intimately, Ye Zhou smiled up and smiled sweetly. Compared with those high-end places, he prefers to date with Pan Xiangdong strolling in this kind of poor night market.
"If you want to, you can do it anytime."
As his eyes deepened, Pan Xiangdong said very seriously. With his ability, it was OK to get a marriage certificate.
"marry me?"
Raising her eyebrows, Ye Zhou deliberately joked, they all knew that if they were to get married, it was not just a marriage certificate.
"Who do we talk to? Who am I to marry you? Didn't I call your husband last time?"
Bent his elbow and bumped into him, Pan Xiangdong blinked ambiguously after he finished speaking. He didn't realize that it was wrong for him to marry Ye Zhou, and no one stipulated that Ye Zhou must marry him. They are all men. Can't marry?
"Um, don't mention my husband again, who is so disgusting as you?"
Ye Zhou also shook his body deliberately to prove that he was really disgusting.
"Wow, how dare you feel disgusted by labor and capital, and I won't fix you!"
"Haha ... no, Dongge, I was wrong ... Dongge ..."
"It's no use admitting it, let me catch you and it's over."
"Haha"
Talking, the two actually chased each other at the night market, and everywhere they passed, they laughed with joy.
just……
bump.
"Fuck, who the up to labor, did he have long eyes and buttocks?"
It is said that music is extremely sad. Although the night market is not crowded, it is impossible to let them run away. Ye Zhou, who ran in front, turned to look at Pan Xiangdong behind, and accidentally collided with people. His slender body Immediately, his body was bumped. If it wasn't for Pan Xiangdong's speed to step forward to catch him, it would be expected that he would fall on all fours, and the scenery at the bottom of the skirt would be fully realized. The man who was hit by him seemed to be in his thirties, very tall, and he looked very fluid, and behind him were nearly ten to twenty to thirty, who kept killing them all. Young people with Matt hairstyles, a group of people are not serious.