Huangsha has decided that he will keep these pieces of whiteboard equipment. Although they are all whiteboard equipment and are not expensive, they are very precious. They represent the kindness of a novice. When the novice decided not to play the game, he gave his efforts to a person with a lower level than him, hoping to bring him some help.

In this world, everyone has a kind side.

"Brother, we've bought it!" At this time, the sweet voice of the little mirror came from behind Huangsha. Huangsha turned around. The little mirror was standing behind him, looking at him with a smile, his eyes bent into a crescent moon, and the giant thorn stood coldly behind the little mirror, like a bodyguard. His tall figure blocked the sunlight and covered Huangsha and the little mirror tightly. The elf lay on the shoulders of the giant twitched and fell asleep with his neck. The giant twitched a few times, but it was difficult to take the elf off, so he had to continue to endure it.

After buying the clothes, Huangsha continued to stroll with the small mirror. After walking for a while, both of them were a little tired. When they passed by an alley, Huangsha saw a dilapidated tavern inside and walked in with the small mirror.

After entering, Huangsha didn't see any guests. It was probably because the tavern was too remote. Huangsha ordered a bottle of wine with the waiter and went up to the second floor with a small mirror. There were no guests here, and it was empty. Huangsha found a place by the window and sat down, drinking wine while resting.

The little mirror was a little sleepy and crawled directly on Huangsha, lying in his arms and fell asleep.

"Brother, can you sing to Xiaoxiao?" Xiao Mirror closed his eyes and lay in the arms of the yellow sand, muttering hazyly, as if he was talking in a sleep. The sunlight outside the window shone in, and it shone on the little mirror, dyeing her hair into a warm golden color. The trivial sunlight shines on the little mirror's face, making her sleeping look extremely peaceful.

Huang Sha smiled slightly, held the small mirror, and sat quietly in the quiet restaurant, basking in the sun, looking at the silent alley under the sun, where no one walked by, quietly, the stone road was carved with traces of time. I don’t know how many people have walked by here, a gust of wind blows, making people drowsy.

On a big tree outside the tavern, a few cicadas were singing. Another summer came. It seemed that yesterday was still the days when they were eating popsicles and doing their summer homework. At that time, Huangsha was still a child and her mother was still there. The neighbor had a cute little sister who played house with him. When she was tired of playing, Huangsha went home and climbed into her mother's arms and fell asleep. She slept peacefully like a small mirror. She slept one quiet afternoon after another in the cicadas and birds.

In such a remote tavern, on such a quiet afternoon, Huangsha remembered the childhood past, and gently tapped the tabletop with his fingers, as if he was hitting the piano keys, and typing a silent ballad for the small mirror:

The narrow alley downstairs,

Time flows,

There are old people waiting for the sunset,

There are lovers waiting for the moonlight,

There are children looking up there,

I was sitting in a wooden chair and imagined it

Your ponytail time,

My alley where I stroll,

On the tree where cicadas sing,

You say you are far away and I say you are dreaming

You said dandelions have no wings,

It can fly,

I said it was just a wanderer.

Later we were all like dandelions,

One side of the world,

When you find heaven,

Do you still remember your hometown?

When you lean on his shoulder,

Will he be as nervous as I do?

When the kids downstairs grow up,

They will leave this old house,

They're leaving,

I'm watching upstairs,

The people downstairs are having a story.

The people upstairs are writing stories,

The real story,

It's the things I didn't have time to write down.

...

The sunlight slowly fell, Huangsha had been sitting in the tavern with a small mirror in his arms for a day, and the giant thorns were standing respectfully aside. The elf, like the little mirror, was still sleeping. In summer afternoons, it seemed that it was particularly easy to feel sleepy.

The sunset had completely set. At this time, the little mirror finally woke up. He wiped his hazy big eyes, stretched his waist, crawled down from the yellow sand, and stood blankly, as if he had not yet awakened completely.

Huangsha looked at the sky, and night was about to fall, so it was time to go to Green Auction House. Huangsha immediately paid the bill, left the tavern with a small mirror and giant thorns, and walked towards Green Auction House.

More than half an hour later, Huangsha and his group finally arrived at Green Auction House. The waiter who received them was still the daytime waiter. He brought Huangsha and his group back to the private room. At this time, Jinsuo was already sitting inside waiting. When he saw Huangsha coming, he quickly stood up to greet him.

"Sir, you are here so soon!" Jin Suo said enthusiastically.

"Yeah!" Huang Sha nodded, then stared at him, and asked with concern: "Have you brought the things?"

"Bring it! Bring it! They are all here!" Jinsuo responded quickly, reached out and waved it on the table. Some things were suddenly removed from his storage ring and piled on the table. They were full of colorful purple equipment, which was quite extraordinary. This can be said to be the top set of equipment in the mainland at this stage. Compared with those players focused on training by super forces, it is not much worse.

Huangsha quickly flipped through the pile of equipment, but his attention was obviously not on the pile of equipment. He was looking for something else. After searching for a while, Huangsha finally saw a small black wooden stick under a belt.

At this moment, Huangsha breathed a sigh of relief. In his eyes, the pile of purple equipment was not as important as this small wooden stick.

Huangsha took a deep breath, reached out and gently picked up the small wooden stick, and moved carefully, for fear of damaging it. After carefully observing it for a while, Huangsha finally confirmed that this was the wild stick he had been waiting for for a day, real!

When Jinsuo saw Huangsha love a small wooden stick, he immediately became interested and looked at Huangsha curiously.

Huang Sha turned his head and looked at Jinsuo, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said without a trace: "Please pay attention to me. If you see something like this in the future, buy it for me immediately. No matter how much money the other party pays, it doesn't matter. If you buy it for me, the gold coins you spent will be deducted directly from my account!"

"Okay, sir!" Jinsuo nodded quickly.

"Okay! You go out! We'll go downstairs later, you don't have to send it away!" Huang Sha said calmly at Jinsuo, as if nothing was wrong.

Jin Suo was familiar with human nature and soon knew that Huangsha had a secret that he didn't want him to know. The old man immediately smiled, bowed, turned around and left the room, and closed the door. He could climb to this position at the auction house, and had already understood a truth that some secrets were not something he could participate in, so be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship.

Seeing that the golden rope had left, Huangsha took a deep breath and couldn't wait to take out another wild stick from the storage ring, slowly connecting them together.

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The lyrics of the above paragraph were written in July last year, called "The Alley". I was lazy here and put them up directly. It was the protagonist who helped Xiao Mirror fulfill his promise to write a song. But there was only one paragraph, and I also wrote it in an amateur way, not professional.
Chapter completed!