The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

Fang Tiesheng was taken aback. "Who's seventy? Me?"

Living past seventy is considered an auspicious sign, and the whole village holds a feast for it.

He's only in his fifties, but he looks like he's seventy.

She quickly came to her senses and waved her hands, "No, no, I didn't. I'm fifty-seven this year. I can't take advantage of you; I have to pay properly."

The driver hesitated for a moment, then looked him up and down. "Alright, sir, if you're not old enough for the free ride, you'll have to buy a ticket. Do you have a phone? Just scan your payment code on this machine. By the way, where are you going?"

Don't get on the wrong bus.

Fang Tiesheng quickly pulled out his notebook, struggling to flip through it with one hand, "Let's go to the building materials market."

"Oh, is this Xiahe Building Materials Market? It's six stops away. They'll make an announcement when you get off, so don't forget to get off."

As soon as she heard about the code, Ya Ya knew it was her turn to solve it. She raised her wrist, pressed the small button, and gently shook the little watch at the square box.

With a soft beep, the fare was paid.

"Sir, please go to the back seat and sit down. I'll start driving once you're settled," the driver instructed, pointing to the back.

There weren't many passengers on the bus at the moment, so the two of them weren't delayed for long. The passengers behind them weren't impatient, and most of the seats were empty.

Fang Tiesheng looked at the unfamiliar furnishings inside the car. There were two poles overhead with many small rings hanging from them, which looked strange.

He carefully carried Ya Ya, avoiding the small rings, as he walked into the carriage.

The seats inside the car are all made of blue and gray plastic, with a smooth surface and rounded edges.

It looks a bit like the batch of chairs that Nannan bought.

He chose an empty double seat, placed Ya Ya in the inner seat by the window, and then slowly sat down, leaning against the armrest.

The car has huge, transparent glass windows on both sides, and you can see the lights, gray roads, and houses outside clearly.

Ya Ya nestled obediently in the chair, her big, dark eyes full of curiosity.

Once the two were seated, the driver started the car. The car suddenly lurched forward, and the inertia caused the two to lean back slightly, startling both the old man and the child.

The two instinctively looked out the clear car window and saw that the buildings, streetlights, and trees on the street were all rushing past, as if they were being pulled away by something.

"Grandpa Fang, this car is going so fast!" Ya Ya whispered to Fang Tiesheng after getting used to it.

Fang Tiesheng gripped the armrest of the seat tightly, his heart pounding with panic. He didn't say anything, only nodded stiffly with his pale face.

Ya Ya was completely unaware of Grandpa Fang's nervousness. Her little head darted around, and her gaze immediately fell on the rings in the carriage that jingled and swayed as the carriage started moving.

What are these little rings for hanging on the pole? Are they for hanging things? Do they hang things on the rings because there's not enough room on the chair?

She reached out and touched the seat beneath her; it was slippery.

Why are the trees outside moving backwards? Is this vehicle, like the tricycle, also pedaled by the uncle in front? How can he pedal so fast?

Ya Ya's little head was full of childlike whimsy, and she would tug at Fang Tiesheng's clothes from time to time, whispering a strange question.

Fang Tiesheng's face was tense and his expression was serious; he was a little dizzy.

Not long after, a loud announcement suddenly rang out in the carriage, clearly and distinctly: "The next stop is XX station. Passengers who are getting off, please prepare in advance."

Startled by the sudden sound, Ya Ya looked up sharply, and Fang Tiesheng's heart skipped a beat, causing him to sit up straight instinctively.

Not long after the sound faded, the car slowly came to a stop, and then a square door on the back of the car slowly opened to both sides by itself.

No one got off the bus, and the driver quickly closed the door and started the bus again.

Ya Ya was still staring at the ceiling. The sound was so strange; it seemed to be coming from above her head.

Fang Tiesheng also looked up and glanced around. The phone could make sounds, the square box could make sounds, and so could the top of his head…

This place is so strange. Human voices always seem to come out from unexpected places, and I have no idea how they hide them.

Perhaps it's like the voice recorder that Nannan carries, which captures the sound and then hides the recorder on top of her head?

Fang Tiesheng remembered that he had to take the train for six stops, and silently counted how many times it stopped.

The car swayed and bumped along the way, with a few passengers getting off at a few stops along the way. As the car stopped and started, Fang Tiesheng's motion sickness gradually worsened. His stomach churned and his head felt dizzy.

When the count reached the sixth person, the announcement came over the loudspeaker again: "We have arrived at Xiaohe Building Materials Market. Passengers who wish to disembark, please exit from the rear door in order."

The driver remembered the elderly man and the child, and fearing they might forget their way, he turned around and called out, "Grandpa! We've arrived at the building materials market; you two can get off now!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Tiesheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up, holding onto the armrest of the seat. Ya Ya was very clever; without needing Grandpa Fang to carry her, she slid off the seat and obediently held Grandpa Fang's hand.

Fang Tiesheng covered his chest with his other hand to suppress the discomfort. After the car came to a stop, he let go of the back of the seat and walked towards the back door.

The steps leading down the bus looked a bit high, but fortunately, there were slanted handrails on both sides of the doors, making it very convenient to use them for support.

He held onto the railing with one hand and led Ya Ya by the hand with the other.

The steps were still too high for Ya Ya. Just as he was about to pick up the little one, he saw Ya Ya roll over and climb down the steps by herself, one by one.

Finally, he patted the dust off his palms, grinned at him, as if to ask, "Grandpa Fang, am I amazing?"

Fang Tiesheng quickly walked down the steps, and the two stood on a platform at a high point by the roadside before the bus roared away.

This road is extremely wide, wide enough for four or five large buses to drive side by side.

After getting off the bus, the evening breeze immediately dissipated most of Fang Tiesheng's discomfort, making him feel much more comfortable.

He stood by the roadside with Ya Ya in his hand, squinting as he looked around, trying to find a trace of the building materials market.

There was no need to search much; just a few glances across the street, and Fang Tiesheng saw a very tall and bright white round lamp. The lamp post stood straight and towering, about the same height as the surrounding houses, with a ring of lights on top.

Under the light, there was a very wide and impressive gate.

The six large characters "Xiaohe Building Materials Market" on the signboard above the store are particularly eye-catching and can be clearly seen from a distance.