Qingpingle·woyi Alley (Group of Market Portraits)

The bluestone pavement is wet, reflecting the white walls and black tile eaves. There are not many pedestrians, but there are a lot of noises. The owner's cooking pots and shovels, the west's children crying, mixed with a few low curses. At first glance, this is an ordinary alley. If you look carefully, it is indeed an ordinary alley. Xie Siyun held up a small oil-paper umbrella and jumped up and down. It took her mother three months to finally get a pair of oil-cloth treading shoes. They came in handy today. She was so sharp that she saw a puddle of water in the distance and ran over quickly... "Sister, be careful if your clothes get dirty, your mother will take care of you." The man carrying the pole smiled and stopped her. Xie Siyun didn't care, instead her feet jumped in the puddles more happily, "My dad is at home today." With her dad protecting her, her mother couldn't do anything to her! They were both residents of Wuyi Lane, and we knew her well. Knowing that Xie San doted on her daughter, she just smiled and got over it. After stepping on a puddle of water and leaving the hem of her skirt slightly wet, Xie Siyun wandered homeward. Looking up, she saw the secluded lane dividing the gray sky into a narrow "canal". She couldn't help but feel a little like "in the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people." Wuyi Lane, where the rich and powerful Wang Xie came from, has long become history. Nowadays, the people living here are either the dandy who married a famous actress, or the black guy who runs the blacksmith shop, and even butchers. And she, Xie Siyun, has also gone from being the director of the political education department of a high school to a little girl who hates cats. Alas, Xie Siyun was very depressed from the Yama in the mouth of students to the "little man" in the eyes of neighbors. Others who showed their wisdom early in time traveled were geniuses and prodigies, but how come they became "little men" in her place? Alas, being neighbors with ignorant people, full of talents and no place to display them, it is really lonely as snow—— "Boss, boss, why did your mother let you out to play today?" Shit, she is as lonely as snow, she has a group of followers! Xie Siyun turned the oil-paper umbrella, gritted her millet teeth and puffed out her chest proudly: "My father is at home." Market writing, group portrait writing, the growth of boys and girls by the Qinhuai River Intention: Use dreams as horses to live up to your youth.