Chapter 276 (2/2)
That's two, that's three.
”There are so many people in xiejiazhuang, so Shifu went out to hide for half a day. If you feel noisy, understand that I'll show you around the city. ”
Xiaodong should be happy to come down.
The next morning, I got up early in the morning and changed my new clothes. I usually hate to wear them. I'm afraid they will get dirty and broken. But today is a happy day, so I have to wear bright and neat clothes.
As a result The result is - why are the sleeves a little short?
Think about this dress has been made for more than half a year? Nearly a year.
He has been collecting good clothes, of course, will not shrink for no reason, that is, his size has changed.
In a hurry, Xiaodong didn't notice whether he was long or not.
As soon as Mo Chen entered the door, he saw Xiaodong playing by the wall.
”What are you doing?”
Elder martial brother, are you big
Mo Chen suddenly.
”Long.” Compared with Xiaodong, who has no way to judge without reference, Mo Chen is more clear than himself and reaches out his hand to compare: ”it's so much longer.”
”I didn't realize it myself.”
It's a pleasure for Xiaodong to find that he has grown tall. He wanted to grow up too much. He wanted to help master and elder martial brother out of trouble earlier, instead of always being protected by them.
Mo Chen was also infected by his good mood: ”let's go.”
The southern part of the city is very prosperous and bustling. There are lots of shops, trucks and horses carrying goods and people coming to buy and stroll. Xiaodong went out with his elder martial brother just for a stroll. He went into a tea shop and weighed two catties of tea. He went to a pen and ink shop and bought some pen and ink paper. The one who stayed the longest was a bookshop. The newly printed books had a smell of ink. Some people were not used to it. But Xiaodong thought it was very fragrant. The books in the bookshop are also divided into three or six grades. The cheapest kind of paper is thick, the ink is stinky, the printing is wrong, the ink is faint, the page is missing and the nail is reversed. Of course, the best is printed on top grade paper. The ink is clear. A book is crisp and smooth in your hand. You can enjoy reading it like this.Xiaodong did not control himself, and bought a bag of books.
Fortunately, they have big or small bags to put these things in. Otherwise, they will not be able to walk around the street with so many heavy things on their back.
Mo Chen doesn't think there is a problem with Xiaodong's shopping. According to him, Xiaodong usually lives too carefully. A teenager of his age should be indulgent and capricious. Xiaodong is on the contrary, too sensible.
It's hard for him to be happy. What's the point of buying something? Besides, he didn't buy these things for himself. Tea, of course, is for master. Pen and ink are these things Mo Chen consumes a lot of money every day. They like books, such as Jiang Fan and Ning Yu.
There are pancakes sellers on the street. The pancakers quickly brush thin oil on the hot pan and spread out the thin pancakes. The aroma of scallion flowers floats far away.
Mo Chen looked at him staring at the pancake man and asked softly, ”would you like to taste it?”
”No Xiaodong quickly shook his head: ”I'm not hungry yet.”
Just for the long happy, in a twinkling of an eye, the elder martial brother wants to coax him as a greedy child.
Xiaodong feels that his wish to take responsibility seems to have a long way to go.
With the belief that ”I'm already an adult”, Xiao Dong, who plays monkey games on the road, also looks down upon him. When he meets a sugar blower, he doesn't pay any attention. At noon, they enter the teahouse and find a seat on the second floor. The teahouse is noisy, and the shop assistants who serve tea and water are too busy.