Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Chapter 37 Sugar and Wine Fair

Zhou He leaned against the wall with a smile.

Little Gouwa was still asleep, snoring softly, as if he wasn't sleeping very comfortably.

It's almost dawn now.

The basement had no windows, so no light came in.

Young Master Zhou did not appear last night.

Zhou He wasn't surprised. After all, the other party had planned so much, even sacrificing their body, that their ambitions must have gone far beyond this.

It's almost dawn.

He repeatedly went through the information he already knew in his mind.

"Sir, you're awake."

After Ga Gouwa woke up, he washed his face as usual and brought water to call Zhou He to wash his face.

Zhou He didn't stand on ceremony. He finished washing up with a smile, shook the water off his hands, and walked out of the room with Ga Gouwa.

Yongqiang got up early today.

I don't know what the abacus in front of me did to offend him. He was fiddling with the abacus beads by his fingers, and they were hitting the frame pillars with a clanging sound.

Seeing Zhou and the others come out, Yongqiang didn't even look up and said:

"There are many people at the National Sugar and Wine Fair, so keep an eye on your belongings and don't let thieves set their sights on them."

Zhou He smiled and nodded, then pulled the little dog who was about to ask something, and walked briskly out of the basement.

It's a nice day.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and the sun had already pierced through the morning mist. It wasn't hot, and it just floated in the air, with a touch of orange-red.

"Doggy, what does the sun look like?"

Zhou He pressed his fisherman's hat against his head and asked.

Ga Gouwa looked up, pondered for a while, and then replied with a smile:

"Like a fried egg."

Have you ever had a poached egg?

"I've met you, hehe."

"Come on, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Zhou waved his hand, telling Ga Gouwa to follow him to the noodle shop across the street. He ordered a large bowl of noodles with a poached egg, and watched Ga Gouwa slurp it down.

"Let's go see a play."

As more and more people gathered outside, Zhou He, too lazy to walk, stood by the roadside waiting for a car.

"Student, are you taking the bus?"

A familiar hoarse voice rang out, and a motorcycle stopped in front of Zhou He, spewing black smoke onto the asphalt road.

Zhou He looked up and saw a tall, thin old man with a white towel tied around his head and a pipe tucked into his waistband.

Paint-making skills.

Everyone's here.

He grinned, said little, hopped on the motorcycle, and called for Ga Gouwa to get on as well.

The motorcycle hummed twice and sped off, traveling smoothly all the way. Even though there were already quite a few people and vehicles on the road, it always managed to squeeze through the gaps. From a distance, it looked like a red tassel, tangled on the road without any bones.

Before long, we arrived at the Sugar and Wine Fair.

Although it was only early morning and the air still carried a hint of morning dew, the square was already packed with people.

The place was bustling with noise and chatter.

The entrance had been cordoned off with roadblocks, and several uniformed law enforcement officers stood casually with relaxed expressions.

After all, this is a lively event. After their shift ends, they will take their families to explore and buy some new and interesting things.

The lacquer master dropped Zhou and the others off by the roadside. Without getting off the carriage, he braced himself with one foot on the ground, pulled out his pipe from his waist, grabbed a handful of tobacco leaves, put them in, struck a match, lit it, squinted his eyes, took a deep drag, and then slowly spoke:

"Students and sex workers are tough, but after a while, you get used to it."

Zhou smiled and nodded, took out a few yuan from his pocket and handed it over, replying:

"Every profession in this world is said to be tough, but no matter how tough it is, there's still..."

He turned his head and looked around. Everyone on the street was smiling. Young and old, men and women, all had joy in their eyes and were laughing.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou turned around and called Ga Gouwa to go inside together, leaving Qi Bashi standing there, smoking his pipe.

As Zhou He walked into the intersection, he remembered that the square should be very spacious, but it seemed crowded at the moment.

"Sir, would you like to buy a hat for the doll?"

At the stall next door, the owner greeted Zhou He, holding a hat in his hand. The style was unusual; it was a Western top hat.

Zhou He glanced at Ga Gouwa, chuckled, and then turned to the boss:

"Do I look like I have money?"

He shook his patched-up clothes and teased the boss with a grin.

That boss has a silver tongue:

"You can't judge a book by its cover. Besides, it's such a big day, so we should at least get ready."

As he spoke, he had already handed the hat to Ga Gouwa:

"Try it on, the doll looks so energetic!"

Ga Gouwa seemed to like it a bit, looking up at Zhou He. Zhou He nodded and said with a smile:

"The boss is right. Even beggars need to buy new clothes for the New Year."

Ga Gouwa carefully put the top hat on his head, then sidled up to the mirror in front of the stall and looked at himself from left to right. He imitated Zhou He, pressing the top hat down with one hand and then lifting it up with another finger.

A slight smile appeared on her usually tense face, then, as if remembering something, she pursed her lips, took off her hat, handed it back to the boss, and said softly:

"It doesn't look good, forget it."

Zhou He ignored him, grabbed the hat, put it on his head, bent down and laughed:

"You're so young, yet you act like a child. I don't blame you."

He took out his money to buy the hat, then turned around and walked forward. Ga Gouwa lagged behind, and it took him a while to react before he caught up with Zhou He's steps.

As they strolled around, Zhou He stopped to buy some delicious food and fun things for Ga Gouwa.

As the sun gradually rose to mid-height, the venue became even more lively, with more and more people constantly squeezing in.

Zhou He had already reached the center of the field.

On the stage, a scene from the opera had already been performed. To the side of the curtain, several old men were tidying up and changing sheet music, while the opera singers were hiding behind the stage changing their costumes.

The audience was packed with people, mostly elderly men, many of whom were holding children's hands and staring at the stage, occasionally comforting the children who seemed bored.

Zhou He, on the contrary, was inconspicuous in the crowd.

There was a young man carrying a basket, with a cleft lip that looked like a natural cleft lip. He spoke somewhat unclearly as he walked through the crowd. His basket was filled with sunflower seeds and peanuts, wrapped in brown paper, sold in small bags.

"Hey kid, grab a handful for me."

Zhou waved his hand, called the young man over, handed him 5 cents, exchanged it for a bag of sunflower seeds, kept half in his hand, and handed the other half to Ga Gouwa, who squinted and cracked the sunflower seeds.

In the distance, in the alley, Bao Ze and Bao Kuan stared at Zhou He.

"Brother Kuan, that meat seller."

"I saw it."

Aze took a deep breath and pursed his lips:

"Brother Kuan, are you really going to have your portrait drawn here?"

He looked at the bustling crowd in the arena, somewhat uneasy.

Bao Kuan paused for a moment, then bent down to organize the items in the bundle, making Bao Ze almost think he hadn't heard him.

After a long pause, he suddenly spoke slowly, his voice bitter:

"The order from the old man has already been delayed for several days."

He paused to catch his breath, then continued:

"The old man is kind-hearted and let us brothers go this time. We should put more effort into our work this time."

He inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner, rubbed the oil lamp wick, and after a while said again: