Chapter 250: Tall, Rich, and Handsome

Guo Dongyue was quite speechless watching Zhang Zian and the tall slender boy haggling for 50 yuan for a long time, and finally reached an agreement on the rental price of 150 yuan.

After paying the money, the tall slender boy introduced himself: "My name is Qingyu, the director of the photography club of Binhai University."

Zhang Zian nodded, "Just call me by WeChat ID."

Qingyu raised her phone and looked at Zhang Zian's WeChat ID, "What the hell is Dashuaibi?"

"It's me." Zhang Zian pointed at himself, "Okay, see you later. Of course, if you go back early, I won't refund the money!"

"...Don't worry, we won't leave until we get a satisfactory photo today." Qingyu said vowedly, "See you later!"

He was about to cross the road back to his companion, but he stopped after taking two steps, and turned to stare at Zhang Zian suspiciously, "Did I see you somewhere?"

Zhang Zian immediately shook his head, "No, you remembered wrongly. Besides, your way of striking up a conversation is very weak."

"No! I must have seen you!" Qingyu frowned and thought hard, "Your face..."

"What's wrong with my face? Too handsome?" Zhang Zian rubbed his chin.

"I remembered!" Qing Yu slapped her hands and pointed at Zhang Zian's face, "I saw you on the top of Yinwu Mountain, and you brought a beautiful girl into the tea house to drink tea!"

Is the focus on pretty girls?

Zhang Zian knew that he was talking about Xiaoxue, so he didn't bother to explain, so he just laughed, "So what?"

"Could it be that you are actually tall, rich and handsome?" Qingyu thought so naturally, because that teahouse is extremely expensive, and it is not something ordinary people can do to calmly enter the Wuyin Teahouse to drink tea and come out without changing his face. Arrived... But it's not right, will Gao Fushuai bargain with him for 50 yuan?

"Do you think I look like me?" Zhang Zian smiled calmly, "I'm not tall, rich and handsome, but the three of us together will be tall, rich and handsome."

"Ah?" Qingyu couldn't understand why.

Zhang Zian pointed at him and measured his height, "You are tall."

He pointed to Guo Dongyue's brand-name jacket again, "He's rich."

At last he pointed to his own face,

"I'm handsome."

Qingyu: "..."

Guo Dongyue: "..."

The two of them thought at the same time, they have seen shameless people before, but they have never seen such shameless people...

"Okay, let's go first, there is enough delay." Zhang Zian greeted Guo Dongyue, and the two walked into the alley one after the other. Fina followed slowly, in order to bask in the sun for a while, because the sun in the alley is not so sufficient. Snow Lion seems to be very interested in those cosplayers, looking back from time to time.

Qingyu didn't borrow the golden cat, and felt a little regretful, but being able to borrow the white cat was enough to go back to work. If you look closely, although this white cat does not have the luxurious and elegant temperament of the golden cat, its appearance is not inferior, especially the long hair and pink ears that bully Shuang Saixue, it will definitely win the hearts of cosplayers happy.

Zhang Zian followed Guo Dongyue into the alley, which was full of old houses from the 80s and 90s, and even older ones. In the alley, there are sycamore trees planted at intervals. Although the density is lower than that on the street, due to the lack of cleaning, the number of fallen leaves is more than that outside, and it rattles when stepped on.

Some elderly people moved chairs and sat in the aisle of the alley, drinking tea and playing chess, talking about the land, and shouting from the residential buildings from time to time-"Old man, go home for dinner! Urge, really..." Every time there is a shout, a grey-haired old man will push the scales and leave in a hurry amidst the scolding of "I'm going to lose if I'm about to lose" and "I'm afraid of my wife" .

The sound of frying in the oil pan was endless, and the smell of frying and cooking wafted from the range hood in the residential building, and Zhang Zian's stomach grumbled a few times in disappointment. When he lowered his head a little, he saw Fina moved her ears and cast a look of extreme contempt at him, while Snow Lion spit at him.

He rubbed his stomach, and said to himself that people are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry, and besides, aren't you hungry?

Guo Dongyue noticed that he was looking at these old residential buildings, so he explained: "My mother doesn't want to move out."

Zhang Zian nodded slightly to express his understanding.

The old people are very nostalgic. They have lived here almost all their lives. They are very familiar with every plant and tree. They can’t go wrong with their eyes closed. Even breathing the air mixed with the fragrance of phoenix trees is reassuring...even though the place is very old ,very inconvenient. Moving to a completely unfamiliar place in their twilight years, most elderly people are probably not willing. Even if they agree, it is 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 be such an old man. Although she doesn't like to hang out with the neighbors in the neighborhood to join in the fun, she at least makes acquaintances when she comes and goes.

"There used to be a kindergarten over there." Guo Dong pointed to the other direction of the alley, and said casually: "I went to the kindergarten there when I was young. But it has been demolished now."

A picture emerged in front of Zhang Zian's eyes, a mother's back holding the young Guo Dongyue, walking through the alley on the golden fallen leaves, the young Guo Dongyue stared wide-eyed, cast a majestic vision at the exquisite and novel European-style buildings on the street A first glimpse... Zhang Zian doesn't have the talent of an architect, so he can't imagine exactly how much impact this glimpse has had on Guo Dongyue's life. To put it in the most vulgar terms - the gears of fate began to turn.

Undoubtedly, there must be an opportunity for Guo Dongyue to choose architect as his lifelong career. For no reason, Zhang Zian felt that the opportunity was this alley, this street, and this French plane tree full of declining aristocratic atmosphere.

Zhang Zian understood that what Guo Dongyue's mother and all these old people on this street were nostalgic for was not just the familiar things and the environment, but something deeper—with their children, with their family members, and with their lovers. Memories left on the street.

It was ironic that such precious memories, ones that had to be preserved to be revisited even if they endured the inconveniences of life, were being erased from her mind little by little.

Zhang Zian's footsteps slowed down unknowingly, letting Guo Dongyue lead the way. He stared at the back of the ponytail carrying the birdcage in front of him, walking alone in the bleak alley, and felt the loneliness and loneliness exuded by this back. He felt that Guo Dongyue really needed to raise something, even if it wasn't a parrot, it was better to raise something else.