Flower Master in the City

“I checked in the hospital. Besides that, I haven’t seen any doctors.” Qian Duodu shook his head, but then remembered someone, “except that time…”

Much more money did not finish the words, it seems to be thinking about something.

“Which time?” Guan Ting couldn’t help but ask.

More money shook his head: “Forget it, that time is not a cure. It should have nothing to do with it. In fact, I don’t have to worry too much. I feel very good recently.”

The car stopped at this time, but it was already at the destination, that is, at the entrance of Peking University. Guan Ting had classes in the afternoon, so she sent her back to the school with a lot of money.

“Xiaoting, it’s over.” Qian Duoduo reminded her.

“But…” Guan Ting still wants to say something.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Money knows that she is worried, she comforts her. “Do not worry, even if things are so bad, I can’t make a big deal with Xia Tian. I don’t have that much money, maybe he won’t be embarrassed. I will kindly treat me.”

“Well, I am advanced.” Guan Ting nodded, get off and walk into the school gate.

After Guan Ting disappeared into sight, the money also started to leave the car.

Xia Tian is now shopping with Song Yumei, but it is a little different from the usual shopping. In general, girls are shopping for clothes and shopping, and the places they visit are naturally commercial malls and the like. Song Yumei obviously won’t buy clothes. The clothes she wears are all made by herself. Even if she really wants to buy underwear, she will definitely not buy it with Xia Tian.

The street they are visiting now is an antique street. It is said that there are many such antique street in Beijing. Now they are just one of them. This antique street is old, there are some formal shops, and there are also Some people put some broken bowls and broken cans on the side of the road. As for the bowls and cans, the value is not worth it, then I don’t know.

“big brother, take a look, I have a lot of good things…”

“Professor Zeng, you are coming again. I am here again. Come and see…”

“Miss, come over and see, I am the ancestral baby…”

Although it is noon now, because the temperature is not high in these days, there is no sun today. At this time, there are many people walking around, and those who are on the roadside are also enthusiastic to attract guests, but Xia Tian finds that From start to finish, no one greeted him and Song Yumei.

“Meiful wife, why didn’t anyone call us to buy something?” Xia Tian asked a little strangely.

“Because they all know me.” Song Yumei indifferently said.

Xia Tian still doesn’t understand: “Mei Mei, do they only sell things to people they don’t know?”

“It’s almost the same.” Song Yumei also explained, “These stalls are basically worthless. They are used to lie to strangers who don’t know how to do it. They know that I won’t be deceived, or even worry that I will tear them down. It’s natural that I won’t say hello to me.”

“Hey, it turned out to be a group of scammers!” Xia Tian finally understood.

Song Yumei is also a bit in favor of Xia Tian. The stalls are really not much different from the scammers. Although they can occasionally buy something worthwhile from those places, most of the time they are deceiving. If someone is lucky, it is not because the stall owner does not want to lie, but the stall owner does not know that the value is worth it.

Song Yumei When I first came here, some people wanted to lie to her, but now, Song Yumei’s name, everyone in the antique street in Beijing knows that some newcomers usually get Senior’s warning, if they see The beauty of wearing a costume appears, don’t want to lie to her, it is best not to see her.

Because of this, now Song Yumei appears here, everyone is indifferent, they do not expect to do business with Song Yumei, because basically, if Song Yumei is doing business with them, then they must be at the end. loss.

Of course, not everyone welcomes Song Yumei, such as the shop that Song Yumei is now entering. This store is called the Bookstore. As the name suggests, this is a bookstore. Of course, this bookstore is opened in the antique street. Naturally, it is not an ordinary bookstore. The books in it are all ancient books. As for how many years there are, it is not necessarily, there are decades, there are nearly a hundred years, and maybe even earlier, of course, there are also Some don’t know the specific year.

Boss of the Bookstore is a man in his 60s, wearing a pair of glasses. When he sees Song Yumei coming in, he immediately smiles and says hello to Song Yumei: “Miss Song, you are here.”

“Dai Lao, is there any new book?” Song Yumei asked, the new book in her mouth, of course, the new books that were new.

“Yes, here.” Dai Lao quickly took Song Yumei to a bookcase. “Miss Song, this shelf is all after you came last time.”

“Then I will take a look.” Song Yumei said, and began to take a book out of the shelf and read it.

“Okay, look slowly.” Dai old nodded, he clearly understands the identity of Song Yumei, and looks very polite to Song Yumei.

Xia Tian is a bit depressed: “Mei Mei wife, you are here to read books?”

“If you don’t like to watch, go out and go out on your own. I will call you when I am away.” Song Yumei said without lifting his head.

Xia Tian really doesn’t like reading books, because he used to read too many books, and most of them are ancient books. Now when he sees the ancient book of this house, he feels a little dizzy, so after standing for a while, he decided to go out and breathe first. Let Meimei’s wife take a look at it slowly.

“Meiful wife, then I will go out for a while, something you call me!” Xia Tian said to Song Yumei, and then went out.

Song Yumei is complimented, and her current mind is in these ancient books.

Instead, Dai used a little surprised look at Xia Tian, ​​but he did not expect that this Miss Song also had a boyfriend, before he thought that this person is the bodyguard of Song Yumei and the like.

Out of the library, Xia Tian wandered around the antique street, just for a while, he also felt bored. He was really not interested in these things, which made him a little confused, why Song Yumei would like these antiques so much. What?

“Sir, sir, can you help me?” Xia Tian was standing bored by the road and suddenly heard a voice of pleading behind him.

Xia Tian turned her head and saw a middle-aged man with a unkempt hair, a whisker, a whitewashed jeans and a sweaty t-shirt. The whole person looked very awkward.

“Sir, can you help me?” The middle-aged man who was swearing said again.