Pet King

Guo Dongyue was quite speechless watching Zhang Zi'an and the tall boy bargain for 50 yuan for a long time, and finally reached an agreement with a lease price of 150 yuan.

After paying the money, the tall boy introduced himself: "My name is Qing Yu, and the president of Binhai University Photography Agency."

Zhang Zi'an nodded, "Just call me a WeChat ID."

Qing Yu lifted her phone and looked at Zhang Zi'an's WeChat ID, "What the **** is a handsome guy?"

"That's me." Zhang Zi'an pointed to himself. "Well, see you later. Of course, if you go back in a little while, I won't refund the money!"

"... Rest assured, we will never leave without taking a satisfactory picture today." Qing Yu vowed, "See you!"

He was about to cross the road to return to his companion. He took two steps and stopped again, turning his head suspiciously at Zhang Zi'an. "Have I seen you?"

Zhang Zi'an immediately shook his head. "No, you have misremembered. In addition, the way you approached was weak."

"No! I must have seen you!" Qing Yu frowned, thinking, "You face ..."

"What's wrong with my face? So handsome?" Zhang Zi'an touched his chin.

"I remember it!" Qing Yu slaps, pointing at Zhang Zi'an's face, "I saw you at the top of Yinwu Mountain, and you brought a beautiful girl into the teahouse to drink tea!"

Is the point pretty girls?

Zhang Zi'an knew that he was talking about Xiao Xue, and he was more lazy to explain. He just smiled, "So what?"

"Are you actually Gao Fushuai?" Qing Yu naturally thought so, because the tea house was too expensive to die, and he could calmly enter Wuyin Tea House to drink tea and come out without changing his face. Arrived ... but not right, will Gao Fushuai bargain with him for 50 yuan?

"Do you look like me?" Zhang Zi'an calmly smiled. "I'm not Gao Fushuai, but the three of us together are Gao Fushuai."

"Ah?" Qing Yu couldn't understand why.

Zhang Zi'an pointed at him and gave him an empty amount. "You're tall."

He pointed to Guo Dongyue's designer coat, "He is rich."

Finally he pointed at his face, "I'm handsome."

Qing Yu: "..."

Guo Dongyue: "..."

The two thought to each other in unison that they had seen shameless, but they had never seen such shameless ...

"Okay, let's go now. There are enough delays." Zhang Zi'an greeted Guo Dongyue, and the two walked back to the alley. Fina followed slowly, in order to bask in the sun for a while, because the sun in the alley was not enough. Snow Lion seemed interested in those cosers and looked back from time to time.

Qing Yu didn't borrow the golden cat, and felt a little regretful, but it was enough to borrow the white cat to go back for business. If you look closely, although this white cat does not have the luxurious and elegant temperament of a golden cat, its appearance is not inferior, especially the long hair and pink ears that deceive Frost Xuexue, it will definitely win the coser Happy.

Zhang Zi'an followed Guo Dongyue into the alley. The alley was full of old houses from the 80s and 90s, even older ones. At a certain distance in the alley, a sycamore tree is planted. Although the density is low on the street, the number of fallen leaves is greater than the outside because of the delay in cleaning up, which makes a loud noise.

Some elderly people moved their chairs to sit in the aisle of the alley, sipped tea and played chess. When talking about the land, shouts were heard from the residential building from time to time-"Old man, go home for dinner! Every time you eat Urge, really ... "Every time a shout sounded, a gray-haired old lady would push up the scales, and hurried away from the scolding voices of others" who lost fast "and" afraid of his wife " .

The pan-fried sizzling of the pan was endless, and the scent of frying and frying came from the cooker hood in the residential building. Zhang Zi'an's stomach grunted anxiously. With a slight bow of his head, he saw that Fina moved her ears and cast an extremely disdainful look on him, while the Snow Lion spit at him.

He rubbed his belly, saying that people are iron, and rice is steel, and he is too hungry for a meal. Besides, aren't you hungry?

Guo Dongyue noticed that he was looking at these old residential buildings, so he explained: "My mother is not willing to move away."

Zhang Zi'an nodded slightly to show understanding.

Elderly people are very old. They have lived here for almost a lifetime, they are very familiar with all the grass and trees, and they ca n’t go wrong with their eyes closed. Even the air mixed with the scent of sycamore is reassuring to breathe ... ,very inconvenient. In the late twilight years, most elderly people are reluctant to move to a completely strange place. Even if they agree, they are not for their own comfort, but for the convenience of their children to visit or to take care of their grandchildren.

Guo Dongyue's mother must also be such an old man. Although he doesn't like to hang out with his neighbors, he usually comes at least a little bit.

"There used to be a kindergarten there." Guo Dong pointed to the other side of the alley, and said lightly: "I was a kindergarten there when I was a kid. But it has been demolished now."

A picture emerged in front of Zhang Zi'an's eyes. The back of a mother was holding the young Guo Dongyue ~ www.readwn.com ~ Stepping on the golden leaves across the alley, the young Guo Dongyue widened his eyes, exquisite and novel on the street The European-style architecture has a glimpse of Hongmeng's first points ... Zhang Zi'an has no talent for architectural designers and cannot imagine exactly how this glimpse has affected Guo Dongyue's life. In the worst terms-the gears of destiny are turning.

There is no doubt that Guo Dongyue would choose an architect as his lifelong career, and there must be an opportunity. Zhang Zi'an thought for no reason that the opportunity was this alley, this street, and this sycamore, full of declining aristocracy.

Zhang Zi'an understands that Guo Dongyue's mother, and all these elderly people in this street, are not only attached to familiar things and environments, but more profound things-with children, with family, with lovers, here Memories left on the street.

It is ridiculous that such precious memories, which must be retained even to endure the inconvenience of life, so that they can be constantly revisited, are being erased from her mind little by little.

Zhang Zi'an's footsteps slowed unknowingly, leaving Guo Dongyue to lead the way. He stared at the back with a bird cage and a ponytail in front of him, walking alone in Xiao Alley, feeling the loneliness and loneliness emanating from the back. He feels that Guo Dongyue really needs to raise something, even if it is not a parrot, it is best to raise something else.