Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 50 Jianjia Alley

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Jianjia Alley

City T.

Not far from the city center, there is an ancient alley.

Its name is Jianjia Alley!

This alley has existed for a long time, and with the development of the era, some of the surrounding dilapidated houses have been turned into high-rise buildings.

Only Jianjia Alley has always remained the same!

Not only that, but there are rumors in the neighborhood that the entire alley has been bought by a mysterious tycoon. When everyone thought this businessman would build high-rise buildings here, the result was unexpected.

Jianjia Alley not only retained its ancient style, but every few years, professionals would come to repair it. The merchants renting in this alley are curious about which wealthy businessman is so generous, yet there is never a sight of this rich person.

At the very end of the alley, there is a house with a door locked all year round, rarely does anyone go in and out, and occasionally, it’s just an auntie cleaning.

On the gate, there were words written prominently.

An Residence.

Two words, powerful and vigorous, at a glance it’s written by a man who understands calligraphy!

That day, at dawn, this house opened its door wide, and the passing merchants came to sneak a peek out of curiosity!

Some merchants have been doing business here for many years and have never seen the people living inside.

However, after lingering outside for a long time, no one came out, so people went about their business after a while.

In the small alley, red bricks were laid on the ground, walking on them, one could feel a strong sense of the olden days.

Close to noon, more and more tourists came into the alley, gradually becoming crowded.

Inside the An Residence, a middle-aged man occasionally ran out to look outside, as if searching for someone. After scanning the crowd, he turned back with a face full of disappointment.

Until he reached the door of a side room, did the middle-aged man stop, speaking with a trace of loneliness in his voice, "Sir, the door has been open all day, but no one came!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man lingered for a long time.

As he was about to turn around, a deep and desolate voice came from inside.

"Keep waiting..."

"Yes, sir!" the middle-aged man respectfully replied, then turned around and paced back and forth in the courtyard!

At this moment, Jianjia Alley was bustling with voices and drum sounds. Various craftworks and foods emerged one after another, attracting tourists to stop and marvel!

There were also some young girls in traditional costumes taking photos here, making the alley quite crowded.

And An Ying at this time was squeezed in the crowd, looking around, surrounded by people, she was truly at a loss on how to proceed.

I shouldn’t have come here! An Ying sighed inwardly.

At this time, she was wearing a long cheongsam, and the slender dress outlined her graceful and charming figure, walking as if she had walked out from an ancient painting of a great beauty.

Fortunately, she was wearing a mask, or else the passersby would have cast amazed glances at her.

Standing in place for a while, the crowd slowly began to flow.

An Ying covered her mouth with her hand, slowly lowering her head, coughing a few times.

She didn’t sleep well last night, caught a little cold, but luckily except for some coughing, she was okay, or else, at dinner, her daughter would nag if she noticed.

Thinking of this, An Ying looked completely helpless!

She followed the crowd, heading toward the depths of the alley.

With every step, her mood grew heavier, her eyes gazing at every brick and tile around, her mind flashing with scattered fragments...

She forced herself to pull away from the memories, her gaze once again fell on the eaves around.

The houses on both sides of the street were still the same as decades ago, unchanged...

Her eyes gradually deepened as if searching for something through these houses.

Her steps grew increasingly difficult.

A short distance remained to reach the end of the alley.

An Ying’s hands were already clenched into fists, placed in front of her chest. As someone accidentally brushed her arm with a hand and apologized, she had no reaction, as if something was pushing her forward.

"Ice sugar gourds for sale, delicious and affordable ice sugar gourds, come get one!"

As she dazedly paused, an old man approached, holding a bunch of bright red ice sugar gourds handed to her.

"Girl, have one!" The old man, hunched over with age, his face full of wrinkles, spoke with gaps between his teeth, likely having lost most of them.

An Ying halted, turned to look at the old man, and soon her eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, turning in her pupils!

"I’d like to buy... two," An Ying’s voice trembled, struggling to utter a few words, as if suppressing her emotions, afraid of losing control!

Hearing her words, the old man was in a daze for a moment, deliberately looking up at the woman before him, feeling a familiar sense, but since she was wearing a mask, the old man refrained from asking further questions, deftly returning to his stall, picking up two strings of ice sugar gourds and putting them in a bag, "Here you go, ten yuan in total! Cash or scan?"

"Scan," An Ying quickly pulled out her phone as she listened to the old man.

The old man took out his phone from his pocket.

After An Ying successfully scanned, the old man cheerfully said to her, "Girl, come back for more if you like them!"

"Okay, Grandpa Wu!" An Ying blurted out.

When she realized what she had just called him, the words had already been spoken. Frightened, she quickly pushed through the crowd and walked forward.

Leaving behind the old man looking lost.

"Grandpa Wu..."

Such a tender address, Grandpa Wu had not heard in many years, perhaps decades. Hearing it again, his memory was instantly pulled back more than twenty years.

Back then, a young man from the street often came to buy ice sugar gourds with a girl.

Every purchase, the girl always wanted two strings!

Because she loved eating them, the young man looked at the girl indulgently, despite having little money, yet he let the girl buy...

The old man was deeply impressed because that couple was strikingly good looking at the time.

The girl, so young yet extremely beautiful, had a face that once glimpsed, left a lasting impression, and the young man was just as handsome.

The old man sighed, memories cannot be chased.

Just now, the woman gave him the illusion that the girl from back then had returned.

Perhaps he was getting confused in his old age, mistaking people! And the "Grandpa Wu" he thought he heard might just be his own deafness.

Sigh! It’s inconvenient being old!

Blind and deaf! After a sigh, the old man continued to hawk his goods.

"Delicious ice sugar gourds..."

An Ying walked briskly for a long way, panting before she suddenly realized: after all these years, how could Grandpa Wu possibly remember her?

So why did she run away?

Thinking that she was no longer young, yet acted so recklessly, An Ying felt extremely helpless!

The ice sugar gourd in her hand wasn’t heavy, and looking down, she took a string from the bag, placed it at her mouth, and bit a piece.