The next day, Yan Jingcheng took Gu Mingzhu to the famous local specialty market, where a variety of local gadgets gathered together, embodying the country's customs and traditional culture.
Although Gu Mingzhu had learned about it from books before, she never found it interesting and vivid in person.
Since both of them speak good foreign languages, they don¡¯t need a guide.
Nian Nian¡¯s mood was obviously better than ever. He followed Gu Mingzhu and Yan Jingcheng with his short legs, and he didn¡¯t feel tired. Instead, he followed Gu Mingzhu curiously and looked at the stalls on the left and right.
Gu Mingzhu bought a lot of interesting gadgets, nostalgic clocks, European-style small paintings, silver rings inlaid with gems, small and exquisite cups, ancient coins with the king's head
Most of the things are difficult to compare with those in auctions or even jewelry stores, and they are not very rare or rare, but what is rare is this feeling, which makes people unable to help but feel happy.
Xiao Tuanzi is obviously a lot more cheerful. Occasionally, he will jump out a few strange and complete sentences in a hurry to express his wishes.
Yan Jingcheng looked at the mother and son who had left him behind and shuttled between the stalls in front, with gentle eyes.
In the afternoon, someone played Chopin¡¯s piano music on the literary and artistic riverside next to the scenic spot.
The fiery sunset spread its fiery red halo all over the river, and white doves flew down in swarms, sometimes landing on the roof of the church.
There are many gray-haired foreign tourists, taking pictures in twos and threes with cameras, and the sight of elderly friends supporting each other always looks warm and beautiful.
"Would you like to feed the pigeons?" Gu Mingzhu asked warmly while holding Nian Nian.
"want!"
The milky-white dumpling nodded excitedly. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his pink and white face. His face was flushed and he looked tender and delicious.
Gu Mingzhu wiped his face for him. After Yan Jingcheng paid the money and bought the food, she accompanied the little guy to feed the pigeons.
Because the pigeons were flying around, Nian Nian was a little scared at first, but soon he got bolder and started chasing the pigeons.
Fortunately, most children always smell like milk and are particularly cute. Even the white dove of peace can¡¯t help but land on his shoulders and play with him.
?? Gu Mingzhu¡¯s eyes were gentle, and her eyes fell on Xiaotuanzi, her eyes moist.
¡°I don¡¯t know what her baby will look like when he grows up, whether he will be more like her or more like Yan Jingcheng, whether he will like to act coquettishly and show off, or whether he will be as mature and restrained as Yan Jingcheng.
If possible, she wished she could watch him grow up like this
Yan Jingcheng stood aside, looking at the mother and son, with a slight curve on his lips.
He walked up to a freelance painter, paid him money and whispered something.
The painter nodded in agreement, turned to look in the direction of Gu Mingzhu and Yan Junran, and then began to outline the draft on the drawing board.
The two of them played for a while, and not long after, they met another sculpture performer covered in gold paint, standing side by side with a real sculpture. It was difficult to tell the authenticity.
The man was covered in dark gold paint and stood motionless in the road. Many people apparently didn't notice the clue and came forward to take photos.
Xiaotuanzi blinked a pair of dark eyes and ran to him curiously, and then pulled Gu Mingzhu and Yan Jingcheng to take photos together.
Yan Jingcheng held Yan Junran in her arms. The little guy wrinkled his face and made a cool scissor hand gesture, which was cute and cute. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com