Following the stairs of about ten levels of wooden floors, an empty sound of "knocking" is made.

The corridor-style architectural structure makes the corridor look darker, with the dark red lights intersecting with the neon light boxes outside the window, filling the Western style.

Jiang Hao looked around for fear of missing out on the slightest bit of this new world.

The old man hummed Cantonese opera and walked to the end of the room. With a click, the door opened.

"That's it." The old man opened the door and pulled out the key, threw down two words, and ignored their curious eyes and went down the first floor.

Behind the door are three brown and red wooden double beds, with white round white mosquito nets hanging on the stainless steel beams protruding on the wall, and a pink and white picture of colorful phoenixes flying together on the circular curtain. A mahogany table is placed behind the end of the bed, and half of the chair has fallen off, and the exposed half of the wood color looks a bit funny.

On the table is an enamel tea tray, and several porcelain cups with two mantis painted. Next to it is a stainless steel kettle with a bottle with a few red letters written on "Administrative Manager's Office". The ashtray, needle and thread box, and paper tubes are scattered in messy corners of the table, and there is a half circle of unlit mosquito coils next to the inconspicuous corner of the table.

The bathroom door not far away is covered with two stainless steel barrels of cement-based color, which looks particularly abrupt on the delicate and floral floor.

The room has a damp and moldy smell, which is particularly severe in spring in Guangzhou.

Snake Zaiming pinched his nose and said, "It smells smelly, it's too moldy."

"It will be delicious if you find a beautiful girl."

Chushuihui took out a cigarette that came from Lao Yu this morning from his inner bag, searched left and right to find the matchbox in the drawer, and with a "click", the fire lit up, and the smell of tobacco instantly filled the room.

"You can talk."

Niu Jingqiang picked up a stack of red towels embroidered with double-hi fonts and threw them on Chushuihui.

"You go and find it, I will prove it to you on the spot what it means to be amazing."

Chushuihui lay on the bed, crossing his legs, sucking violently with smoke, and the folds formed a line on his face.

Listening to these shameless words, Fanshuchang hid in the corner like a shy girl.

"Everyone will only be able to go back to the village after finding someone."

Jiang Hao faced the wall sideways, pinching the money in his pocket while calculating the room fee, and there are only ninety yuan left in his pocket. He eats and sleeps. According to this posture, he will have to go home after ten days of not being able to hold on.

"Where can we find such a big Chajiao?"

Xiaoli packed up the clothes in the bag, took off his shirt, revealing his upper body full of tendon flesh, and there was a scent of men's sweat in the room.

"Go to the wholesale store on the receipt first."

"I'd love to come and have fun." Chushuihui murmured.

Jiang Hao lifted the dusty curtains and pushed open the flower windows made of kaleidoscope patterns. The wet spring wind suddenly poured in from outside. Pedestrians on the streets in groups of three or three, and sometimes a few people riding Phoenix bicycles drove by.

This is the provincial capital? The world with flowers and flowers in the mouth of the storytellers is as quiet as a mountain village at this moment.

The light from the moon shines on Jiang Hao's dazed and confused face, and the unfamiliar and prosperous place is fresh and exciting.

Perhaps it was so bumpy that the yellow gallbladder had been spit out completely, or perhaps it was because of the expectation of exploring a new world, the six people tossed and turned, each with their own thoughts.

Sleepless overnight.

The next day, it was too late in early spring, and the roosters in the village crowed early, and several people got up late.

Niu Jingqiang, who was used to sleeping naked, looked around for his underwear. When Chu Shuihui saw this scene, he specially hid the red pants he had fallen last night under the pillow. Looking at Niu Jingqiang's embarrassment and blushing look, he suppressed his smile.

"Blowing water, it must be you, take it out!"

Jiang Hao looked at Niu Jingqiang covering himself and chasing Chushuihui running all over the room, looking amused and crying.

"Stop messing around, pack up and find someone."

The group went out the door, and behind them, the old man at the front desk was snoring evenly and loudly snoring from behind.

The streets are surrounded by corridor-style buildings, and white houses with a few Roman columns are located on both sides. This kind of exterior corridor structure is called "five-legged foundation" by locals. It has been called too much, and I don't know why it is called "carriage". Such commercial buildings, because they are warm in winter and cool in summer, are everywhere in the provincial capital, which adds a bit of exotic style.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

A few people walked towards the flower field. After walking for only two kilometers, they saw a bridge full of bicycles. Men and women in various worker costumes were riding bicycles, talking and laughing, and there was no room for walking on the bridge.

A string of seagulls crossed the bridge and drew across the four bright red characters "Pearl River Bridge".

"So many people, are you going to the market?" Fanshuchang couldn't get busy with his eyes and wanted to count them.

"There is no market in the provincial capital? This is going to work, a local bun." She Zaiming was the only one among the few who had seen the provincial capital.

Several people chattered and talked non-stop. When they crossed the sidewalk of the bridge, they suddenly became clear. Under the bridge was the gurgling Pearl River water. A small pier could be seen not far away. Passenger ships woven into tarpaulins were moored on the water surface. Many people docked at the pier. People wearing straw hats and water shoes carried baskets of bouquets on the ground one by one onto the passenger ship, daffodils, lilies, chrysanthemums, roses... flowers that could not be called were all handed to the owner in boxes or handfuls.

The street signs in Fangcun mostly contain the names of flowers. For example, the flower land is taken from the "Flowers" in "The thousand-year-old flower trunk is still in full bloom, but Liu Lang can return to it now." The local people in Fangcun make a living by flowers, and the passenger ships that come and go day and night are full of the fragrance of life.

The boatman shouted, and the buyer and seller bargained, which made Jiang Hao and others feel very lively in their eyes.

The passenger ship swayed away from the pier, and the red brick neon lights located next to the bridge were a world they had never seen before.

"I finally understand what the storyteller said." Jiang Hao looked at the dark passenger ship and the charming bouquets of flowers, slowly drifting on the gurgling water of the Pearl River. The mist of spring is deep, covering the layered clouds and lingering on the entire water surface.

"What do you mean?" Chushuihui and Niu Jingqiang were watching the beauty on the bridge, and only Fanshuchang listened.

"Under the dusk Pavilion, the passenger ship is filled with flowers."

The fragrant village among the storytellers has a prosperous scene of flowers blooming, and is also as gentle as water.

As soon as Jiang Hao finished speaking, Xiaoli suddenly ran over from the bridge in a panic.

"Brother Hao, Brother Hao, I seem to see Xiao Yao." Xiao Li wiped his eyes a few times, and he was sure that he had just seen a back next to the dock under the bridge look very much like Xiao Yao.

“Where is it?”
Chapter completed!