Chapter 146 Following the clues, I came here
In this noisy and slightly messy market, Su Nian's stall was surrounded by all kinds of colleagues.
On the stall to her left was a man with messy hair. He lowered his head, as if he was unable to straighten his back due to the burden of life. He sat there listlessly, like a sculpture without a soul. In front of him were some strangely shaped metal parts, rusty and like deep marks left by time, as if telling stories of the past. The rust was like an ancient map, witnessing their former glory and current decline.
A pungent smell of old engine oil filled the air, making people feel bored. The man occasionally raised his head, his eyes were empty, and he muttered weakly: "Selling them at a low price, these parts are all good stuff, it depends on whether there is someone who knows the value of them."
However, there was not a trace of enthusiasm or expectation in his calm voice, as if he had long since lost interest in whether or not these parts could be sold. He just numbly repeated these lifeless words, as if he was just completing a routine task rather than truly expecting the transaction to be successful.
On the right side of the stall was a haggard woman, her eyes were bloodshot, her high cheekbones were prominent, and her skin was rough from overwork. She shouted at the top of her lungs: "The magical energy stone can bring you unexpected power! Don't miss it if you pass by!" The sharp voice was like an arrow, piercing the originally quiet street with an almost crazy persistence. Her body trembled violently with the rhythm of her shouting, as if she poured all her strength into the shouting, trying to attract the attention of passers-by.
Su Nian muttered to herself, "Aren't there rules against shouting at street vendors? Maybe it's because this place is remote, so there's no one supervising." She shook her head gently, trying to drive these distractions out of her mind.
Across from Su Nian, a sly vendor was selling air. His narrow eyes were glittering with shrewdness, as cunning as a fox. He danced with joy and introduced the air with a beaming face: "Look, this is pure air from a distant planet. One breath will make you feel refreshed!"
His movements were extremely exaggerated, and he waved his hands in the air, as if he was painting an illusory and beautiful picture. He placed transparent bottles neatly on the stall, and the air in the bottles seemed to sway slightly, as if to prove their uniqueness. The bottles reflected a charming light under the sunlight, but it still could not eliminate people's doubts. Most of the people passing by just cast a suspicious look, shook their heads and hurried away, and few people actually came forward to ask.
Opposite Su Nian, there was a middle-aged man who looked simple and honest, selling soil. His broad face was covered with deep wrinkles, like the scars of time. He gestured in a panic, and kept muttering: "This soil is precious, it can make plants thrive overnight!"
His voice was hoarse and eager, with a hint of longing and expectation. The soil in front of him was of different colors, packed in different small bags. Some looked like golden wheat waves, some looked like the deep night, and some looked like the beautiful sunset. However, no one cared about his words. The scene of no one paying attention to him gradually cooled his enthusiasm, leaving only a helpless sigh.
As time passed, Su Nian felt more and more depressed. She looked around at the various stalls, and then at the incense she had carefully made, feeling helpless. She carefully packed the incense in the bag, and every petal in the flowerpot was filled with her hard work and expectations. "Are my incense and the flowers I planted really so unattractive?"
She couldn't help but ask in her heart. The voice echoed deep in her heart, like the echo of loss.
Another half an hour passed, and Su Nian could no longer hold back. She stood up, her slender figure looking a little thin in the sunlight. She rearranged the neatly arranged flower pots and incense, trying to make them look more beautiful and eye-catching. She fiddled with them carefully, as if protecting precious treasures, and muttered to herself: "Will this be better? Maybe this will attract customers."
Her eyes were full of anticipation, but this anticipation gradually faded with repeated disappointments.
However, no matter how hard she tried, no one stopped to pay attention to her incense. Su Nian's self-confidence was severely damaged, and she slumped to the ground. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world collapsed in an instant.
She muttered to herself in frustration: "Oh, I'm really not cut out for business. No one is interested in the incense I carefully made. Am I really not suited to setting up a stall here?" Her voice trembled a little, which was the pain brought by self-doubt.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew, ruffling Su Nian's hair, and seemed to blow away her last glimmer of hope. The wind was like a ruthless magic hand, wantonly messing with her hair, making her look even more embarrassed. She looked at the pedestrians coming and going, her eyes full of loss and confusion. Those pedestrians were in a hurry, each with a clear destination, and no one was willing to stop for her incense.
Just when Su Nian was about to give up in despair, suddenly, a figure stopped in front of her stall. Su Nian was startled, and a glimmer of hope instantly ignited, that hope was like a weak flame, swaying in the darkness. She raised her head and looked at the figure nervously...
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In a corner of the bustling market, Su Nian and Ye Yao squatted side by side in front of a stall. The two looked at each other with their eyes wide open. The atmosphere was slightly awkward but also revealed a hint of wonder.
After a moment of silence, Su Nian took the lead in breaking the deadlock and asked in confusion, "How did you find me?"
There was a hint of surprise and disbelief in her voice.
Ye Yao smiled slightly and responded calmly: "Last time I added you as a friend, I was able to see your location. I followed the location and the clues and came all the way here."
Ye Yao's voice was clear and pleasant, like a stream in spring, bringing a touch of freshness to the depressing atmosphere.