SFS Chapter 212: How shameless! Give me back what belongs to me!
Chapter 212: How shameless! Give me back what belongs to me!
The entire Baihua Town was immersed in the moonlight that was like silver water, presenting an extraordinary atmosphere of tranquility and peace.
In those places with bright lights, there is a completely different scene: crowds of people, hustle and bustle, and the noise is endless.
The place is full of a strong atmosphere of life. People are either walking between the dazzling array of stalls, selecting the items they like, or gathering in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing, sharing each other's joys and sorrows. In the streets and alleys, various small stalls are arranged in an orderly manner, selling a variety of handicrafts and unique snacks.
These delicacies exude waves of enticing aroma, making people salivate; and the cheerful laughter and noisy conversations intertwined together, as if forming a beautiful symphony, making time seem to be moved by this warm atmosphere and unconsciously slow down its pace of passage.
In such a prosperous and lively scene, Murong Zixi and Jun Feimo walked side by side. Their figures sometimes lengthened under the bright lights, and sometimes shortened with the changes in light, but no matter what, they always revealed an indescribable sense of tacit understanding and harmony.
Murong Zixi's gaze was originally wandering randomly, but suddenly, as if attracted by a magnet, it fixed on the small doll-making stall next to her.
Those colorful and gorgeous dolls appear more lifelike and vivid under the dim yellow light, as if each doll carries the craftsman's full efforts and a touching story hidden behind it.
"Xier, do you like these?" Jun Feimo's voice, as warm and pleasant as jade, came from far away, mixed with a hint of doting that was elusive but real.
He keenly noticed where Murong Zixi's gaze was, so the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining an extremely gentle and warm smile.
Attracted by some invisible force, Murong Zixi's feet couldn't help but move slowly towards the stall.
When I arrived at the stall, I saw an old man with silver hair and an amiable face who was concentrating on fiddling with the soft mud in his hands. His skills were breathtaking, and every subtle movement revealed his calmness after years of vicissitudes and his deep love for art.
"Grandpa, how much do your dolls cost?" Zi Xi asked. Her voice was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, very pleasant to the ears, and she easily interrupted the old man who was immersed in his thoughts.
The old man looked up at the beautiful woman in front of him with loving eyes, and replied with a smile: "You can take one away for only ten copper coins, little girl. If you think there is no style that suits your taste on display, then I can also make one for you according to your description."
After hearing this, Jun Feimo's eyes suddenly flashed with a subtle cunning look, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said softly: "Then carefully create two dolls according to our appearance."
When the old man heard this, he immediately burst into a hearty laugh and said, "Okay! Please wait for a moment." After that, the old man immediately started to work.
He first concentrated and held his breath, looking intently at the facial features of Zi Xi and Jun Feimo. Then, with lightning speed, he grabbed a handful of mud and placed it in his palm, and began to knead and manipulate it skillfully and deftly.
This originally ordinary ball of mud now seemed to have a fresh vitality. Under the old man's weathered but skilled hands, it slowly underwent wonderful changes.
Soon, two lifelike dolls that looked like miniature versions of real people had taken shape.
Among them, the doll belonging to Murong Zixi has a hint of gentleness and agility between its eyebrows; on the other hand, Jun Feimo's doll naturally exudes a unique charm of being unrestrained and uninhibited.
Before long, this pair of exquisite dolls, which were truly a work of art, were finally completed.
Jun Feimo carefully took the doll, as if it were a rare treasure. He looked at it carefully, not wanting to miss any details. Then, he slowly handed the lifelike doll in his hand to her, while he held the other one tightly.
His eyes remained on Zi Xi, revealing great seriousness and affection. He whispered, "In this way, every time I see this doll, it will be like seeing you. If Xi'er misses me, she only needs to look at the doll in your hand."
Before she finished her words, Murong Zixi spat and said coquettishly, "Bah! Who would miss you? You are so shameless. Give back what belongs to me!" After that, she reached out without hesitation to snatch it back.
Jun Feimo reacted very quickly. He took a step back nimbly and quickly hid the doll in his arms.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, he raised his eyebrows, and looked at the beauty in front of him with eyes full of doting.
"I don't want it. I can't sleep at night, so I just look at this doll."