Known as the Eight Scenic Spots of Yanjing, the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain have never been short of tourists.
This is especially true after the frost, when the maple leaves turn half the sky red.
Even in the afternoon, there were still crowds of people coming here to view the scenery. They were walking on the stone steps that were not very wide, rubbing shoulders and heels. Even though Ye Huang was tall, he was still a little overwhelmed. He stood among the crowd and followed.
People flowed towards the top of the mountain, drifting like a small boat in the stormy waves, completely unable to grasp the direction.
After being squeezed by the crowd for almost half an hour, Ye Huang already felt like he was sweating profusely. He simply stopped walking and found a seat in a leisure space to sit down, and then ordered a drink from outside.
I sat there quietly watching the crowds of people on the road not far away with the drinks that were several times more expensive.
It is better to say that it is to see the scenery than to see the people. Perhaps it is because the number of Chinese people is too large.
Projects that are usually defined as leisure travel abroad often become activities with the theme of people-watching.
While working as a killer outside these years, Ye Huang also returned to China many times and visited many famous mountains and rivers. The large number of people was his most direct impression of domestic tourist attractions.
In this almost saturated situation, tourists actually don’t have much time to stop and take in the surrounding scenery. Just like people in real life, they walk in a hurry, maybe walking back and forth in one place.
You may not remember that there is a grocery store on the corner after reading it a thousand times.
Ye Huang felt that the same was true for his career as a killer for more than ten years. It seemed that he had done a lot of things and killed a lot of people. In the end, there were very few people and things that could really be brought into his mind. On the contrary, during the year he returned to China,
The time has accumulated too many memories and remembered too many people.
Those who love themselves and those who hate themselves are so clear on every face.
Of course, there is Dugu Xiaoxuan's cold face among them.
Unlike Bei Tangxue, who has an aloof character, Dugu Xiaoxuan's coldness is a bit unruly. This may be because she was an orphan since she was a child.
"Can I sit here?"
Just when Ye Huang was in a trance, a slightly humble voice suddenly sounded.
Ye Huang raised his head and glanced. In front of him was a man in his twenties. He was about 1.75 meters tall and a little thin. He was wearing khaki long-sleeved clothes. He might have washed them too many times and the clothes were already faded.
White, with some broken lines at the corners.
A pair of knock-off Nike sneakers were also washed out and turned white. Half of the knock-off Nike logos were still there, but half had already fallen off.
Looking up, there is a slightly cramped and thin face with a slight beard. The eyes are not big, but they are exceptionally energetic. From the black eyes, Ye Huang did not see the usual deliberate intentions of this age group.
The pretended melancholy, but a bit of vicissitudes of life is conveyed through the body.
With a drawing board under his arm and a backpack on his back, the man stood there awkwardly.
The slightly heavy breathing and the beads of sweat on his forehead showed that the latter had just experienced a crowd as crowded as Spring Festival travel.
"Please take a seat."
Smiling slightly, Ye Huang felt quite fond of this young man who was not much different from himself.
Humble, simple, sincere eyes!
This is rarely seen in this materialistic society.
"Thanks."
Upon hearing Ye Huang's agreement, the man's eyes instantly brightened, and he put the drawing board and backpack aside and sat down with a look of joy.
"The boss here doesn't allow people to sit casually. He will only let you sit if you buy something from him." He smiled awkwardly, and the young man carefully took out a bottle of mineral water for cover like a thief.
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"It seems that you are very familiar with this place and come here often?"
Ye Huang nodded in understanding and then asked.
"Haha, I'm familiar with it. I've been here for half a year. I basically know all the big and small businesses here." Seeing Ye Huang asking himself, the young man agreed, then picked up the mineral water bottle and drank a few gulps.
mouth.
"I was used to the boiling water room when I came here. A bottle of mineral water costs three to five yuan, which is too expensive."
As if he was not on guard against others, the young man shook the bottle in his hand and told the truth a little shyly.
"Before you, I have asked several people who have available seats, but none of them let me sit."
"I won't let you sit down, why?" Ye Huang frowned, a little surprised.
Xiangshan is a public place, and most of these wooden tables and chairs placed outside are for tourists to rest. Why do we need to ask for other people's opinions on this?
"Haha, it's nothing, it's just that I'm dressed too..."
The young man tugged at his clothes and picked out his shoes. With a bitter flavor, the young man continued.
"My clothes were too ragged, and they thought it would cause other people to misunderstand me if I sat around them."
When the young man said this, Ye Huang suddenly realized.
From top to bottom in his attire, the young man can indeed be described as shabby. It is no exaggeration to say that there is almost no other person like him in this Xiangshan Park.
After all, Xiangshan Park is also a historical site and a famous tourist attraction. People who travel may not necessarily wear the same clothes as if they were going to a dance. Most of them will wear very decent and beautiful clothes.
Ye Huang had rarely encountered someone like the young man in front of him.
There are two possibilities for the other party to do this. One is so-called behaviorism, and the other is that they really have no money.
And seeing that the other party was reluctant to even buy a bottle of mineral water, it was obvious that the latter was more likely.
"Short of money?"
Ye Huang asked and took a sip of the drink.
"If I were rich, I wouldn't wear these clothes." He smiled bitterly. There was a trace of sadness and bitterness in the man's eyes. He was about to reach for the mineral water bottle, but he found nothing. When he looked sideways, he
The water bottle with only a little left in it was conveniently taken away by an old lady who was picking up trash.
The arm was raised in the air for a long time before it fell down.
Seeing this scene, Ye Huang reached out to greet the boss, and then brought him a bottle of mineral water for the young man.
"Thank you. If I have a chance, I will definitely pay you back."
Some shy and embarrassed young people promised Ye Huang.
"No, it's just a bottle of mineral water. Are you a painter?"
"Me? I think so. It's a pity that others don't think so. In the eyes of others, I am just a lunatic who is crazy about his dreams."
While talking, the young man touched the drawing board, feeling a little sad, with a slightly sad look in his eyes, as if he was complaining about his lack of talent.
