The night view of Yuzhou is really beautiful.

This city inherits the leisurely lifestyle of Bashu people and integrates the entertainment model of developed regions.

In addition, it is a region famous for its tourism, with more foreign tourists and has been in the capital of the country, so the entertainment industry has become the forefront industry here without knowing it.

A real city that never sleeps is not a city that never sleeps, nor is it a single neighborhood, but an entire city.

As night falls, lights throughout every corner of the city light up one after another. The city seems to have woken up, entered an active state, and began a new and vibrant "day".

There are people everywhere, hotels are everywhere, and the streets are full of people. All kinds of music are playing in all directions. There are also people in hotels and hotels. A little later, there is no room or room.

There is a strong hormonal atmosphere floating on the streets and in the night sky.

Although it was only 2001 now, it was already quite prosperous, especially the Jiefangbei Pedestrian Block in the center of the city.

Zhang Yanming has Zhang Xiaoyue in his left hand and Tang Doudou in his right hand. Zhang Xiaohuan is hanging on his clothes. He leads everyone along the bright streets to the north. Here you can already see the golden monument.

The biggest difference between light and sunlight is that light can add a lot of beauty and mystery to the scenery. Even an old building that has already decayed is like a peerless beauty under the lights at night.

This is the charm of nightlife.

"It's so different, it's so different." Zhang Ma, Sun Jiamin and Aunt Wang walked side by side, looking around and sighing.

"It's really different, what should I say here...? It's really special, it's completely different. To be honest, there are more people in the capital than here, but it's really not as lively as here at night."

"Brother, buy a flower?"

Everyone was looking up at the surroundings and slowly moving forward when they suddenly heard a light sound.

Zhang Yanming looked down and saw a little girl about the same age as Zhang Xiaoyue, carrying a plastic basket in her right hand, with more than a dozen rose flowers in it.

Now this trick is called rose, and rose has cried to death on the hillside.

"Brother, buy one?" the little girl asked as if she was memorizing lines, her eyes scrutinizing Zhang Xiaoyue and Tang Doudou, revealing a strong envy and yearning.

Zhang Yanming looked carefully at the little girl's clothes, exposed skin, hair, shoes, and hands.

This is a child who often doesn't have enough food. The clothes on his body look nothing, but in fact they are already very old, they are not washed frequently, and their shoes are also very worn.

There was no trace on the face and neck, but there seemed to be an old injury on the wrist.

"You have too few flowers. Look, there are so many of us. Are there any more?"

The little girl was obviously stunned for a moment, subconsciously turned her head and looked back, then quickly lowered her head: "No more, there is only so much today."

Zhang Yanming gave Wang Miao a look, squatted down in front of the little girl, and reached out to get the flowers: "Which one is more beautiful?"

“All are beautiful.”

"Is it really gone? Can I buy a lot? Who are you going to sell flowers with? Go and ask if he has any, okay? I want to buy, uh, thirty pieces."

The little girl was quite moved, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, shook her head: "It's really nothing, there's only so much today."

The braids on her head were a little bit tilted, and there was no headband. The braid was tied to the tips of her braids with a yellow rubber band.

"How many people do you guys a day?"

"Twenty." The little girl closed her mouth tightly and looked at Zhang Yanming with some fear. Her eyes were full of fear.

Zhang Yanming stood up and took out his pockets. Damn, there was no penny.

"Xiao Yue, just borrow ten dollars?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Buy flowers, buy flowers for you."

"No, I can't eat it."

"You lend me first."

"One flower costs only five yuan." In fact, a rose costs two or three yuan at this moment, and it can increase to five yuan on holidays and ten yuan on Valentine's Day. The person behind this little girl asked them to sell for five yuan, which is really cruel.

"Uncle has no money, so why don't you see where you are in front? Where is the monument, you go there with me, and I took the money to buy flowers, okay?"

The little girl turned her head and looked over there, moved quite intentionally, but she still shook her head and turned around and left. Her thin back was so lonely in an instant.

"Yanming, what are you doing?" Sun Hongye, who had been out for a while, turned his head and shouted. Zhang Yanming and three little kids fell behind.

"The second major wants to buy flowers, but there is no money." Zhang Xiaohuan understood and introduced the situation with a loud voice.

"Ah?" Sun Hongye was stunned. Buy flowers? There were a large area of ​​plants planted on the mountain. Buy flowers here? Isn't this a problem?

However, she immediately saw the little girl who was pulled by Zhang Yanming, and then she understood a little. This should be because the child was pitiful and wanted to help, so she came over with Zhang Xiaoyi in her arms: "I have it."

"No," Zhang Yanming waved his hand: "There is an ATM over there, I'll get it myself. Let's go to that bank, I'll withdraw the money, and then I'll buy all the money you spend."

The little girl looked at the flowers in her hand, then turned her head to look at the bank under the street lights.

Zhang Yanming looked at her and looked at the darkness behind him. He hesitated and nodded.

"Let's go, or you'll have to walk around selling flowers, and now you'll be sold out just by walking like this."

"Yes." The little girl nodded, her eyes fell on Zhang Xiaoyue, and she looked at Zhang Xiaoyue's skirt and shoes with some greed.

"Let's go, how old are you?" Zhang Xiaoyue reached out to hold the little girl's hand, but she avoided it. "Seven years old."

"I'm eight years old, you have to call me sister." Zhang Xiaoyue was happy and pointed at Tang Doudou: "She is eight years old, but she is half a year older than me, so I have to call her sister."

"I'm four years old." Zhang Xiaohuan introduced himself. He should have become interested in the plastic basket in the little girl's hand and always stared at it.

Zhang Yanming picked up Zhang Xiaohuan: "Let's go, go withdraw the money."

"Get money away." Zhang Xiaoyue shouted, and several people walked towards the north street corner.

"How much do you want to withdraw, Dad?"

"What's wrong? What do you think?"

"No, I just ask, I'm afraid that you won't get enough if you take less."

More than one hundred meters, the straight road is covered with black and gray marble, and there are tall buildings on both sides of the road. The rain-covering corridor in front of the building looks a bit dark and deep under the light.

The little girl walked a little slowly, and Zhang Yanming didn't urge her, just hugged Zhang Xiaohuan and followed her slowly.

Her legs seemed to have some problems, and her walking posture was not right, but she couldn't tell where the problem was.

Sun Hongye hugged Zhang Xiaoyi and walked five or six meters in front of several people. While walking, he interacted with his son. The mother and the two were amused each other.

Zhang Ma and her large army had already walked out for 20 or 30 meters, and the sound of laughter and laughter came.

There are many pedestrians on the street, basically all of them are young. In their teens and twenties, they sway the breath of youth from head to toe.

Zhang Yanming saw two little girls selling flowers again, who were both thin and cautious, but their business was obviously not very good. One of them was scolded twice in a row and walked towards the next goal.

"Are they selling flowers with you? Ask them how many more they have, can I buy them all? Otherwise, you won't be enough." Zhang Yanming bent down and discussed with the little girl.

The little girl held a flower basket with her right hand and bit her index finger in her mouth with her left index finger. It could be seen that she was moving very well, but she still shook her head and stared at the little girl she had just been scolded.

"Do you know her?"
Chapter completed!