I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

Tian Xiwei chuckled: "Isn't this a coincidence?"

"Field," she said.

"You got it right." The stall owner wasn't surprised—the first riddle was the simplest, and almost everyone could answer it.

The stall owner took out a red string and gave it to her: "Wearing a red string on your wrist can keep you safe and sound."

Tian Xiwei took the red string and prepared to put it on her wrist, when she suddenly realized that she was wearing a bracelet on each of her wrists that she had bought at Mihai last time.

I can't wear them anymore...

She blinked, turned around, and handed the red string to Cheng Che: "Here you go, for good luck."

"...?"

Cheng Che actually laughed.

"Thank you so much!"

"Yes, you're welcome." Tian Xiwei accepted Cheng Che's thanks without any hesitation.

The stall owner took out a second box, pulled out a slip of paper, and unfolded it.

This time there are six characters on it—

"Why didn't you say it earlier or later?"

Tian Xiwei stared at the note for a long time, finally hummed in agreement, and turned to look at Cheng Che.

His eyes seemed to be asking: Come on over.

Cheng Che looked at the six characters for a moment and said, "Xu".

"Oh!" Tian Xiwei suddenly realized.

So it was "Xu"!

"Oh, right." The stall owner nodded. "You answered pretty quickly. There was a couple who drew this before, and it took them several minutes to figure it out."

"We're not a couple," Cheng Che smiled and politely corrected.

Tian Xiwei glanced at him but didn't say anything.

The stall owner didn't say anything, but her eyes were a little ambiguous—anyway, it's her custom here that girls usually give boys red ropes... um.

【Oh dear, we're not a couple (delicate).】

I don't know about where you are, but in my area, it's customary for a man and a woman not to go shopping together unless they have mutual feelings for each other.

According to our local custom, people who aren't lovers usually don't give each other red strings.

[Haha, the emotions conveyed in Oda's glance back were so rich!]

Tian Xiwei looked down and chose a maple leaf bookmark.

"We can give it to Sister Nan later," Cheng Che suggested.

Xu Anan carries the book with her every day, and she actually has some connection with this riddle.

"That's what I think too," Tian Xiwei nodded.

The stall owner took out a third box and pulled out a slip of paper for the third time, then unfolded it.

The above contains only four characters, forming an idiom:

Double happiness

The stall owner reminded him, "Call a city."

With double happiness upon them... Tian Xiwei began a brainstorming session.

From south to north, from abroad to within the country, various cities flashed through her mind, only to be eliminated one by one.

She ultimately chose to abandon her thinking for the second time and looked up at Cheng Che, a member of the firefighting team.

Cheng Che was also thinking.

Double happiness...two good things happened.

Double happiness... Are there any cities in China with the character "double" in their names?

Cheng Che thought about it for a while, but unfortunately, he couldn't find anything that matched the riddle using his geographical knowledge.

He then thought, since they can come up with riddles, it must be from a relatively famous city, right?

Double happiness... two happinesses... multiple happinesses... what other words can have two meanings?

He suddenly thought of a word, and his eyes lit up.

"How is it? How is it?" Tian Xiwei asked quickly upon seeing this, "Have you thought of anything?"

"I guessed it."

"What is it? What is it?"

"It's your home," Cheng Che said.

"Huh? My home?" Tian Xiwei pointed to her nose.

Double happiness... Is this my home?

"Oh, right!" she exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "So this is my house!"

"You're quite clever!" she praised.

"Then you're pretty stupid, you can't even guess your own home," Cheng Che mocked.

Tian Xiwei stopped talking and just looked at him with a smile.

"...?"

Cheng Che swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a bit sweaty.

It looks like I need to get back to fitness as soon as possible.

Is this the intimidating power of the Sichuan-Chongqing giant tyrannosaurus? I can feel it even through the screen.

[Zero, are you going to become henpecked in the future? You're making your readers lose face!]

Shh, we don't call it being henpecked; we call it loving someone so much that we have to be strict with them.

[I've got it! I should support Xiaotian in winning over Zero, so she can keep an eye on his writing!]

[You've spotted a blind spot!]

In the end, Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei chose a folding fan painted with a traditional Chinese ink painting of Jiangnan.

Two rows of mountains stand facing each other with gentle lines, a bend in the river meanders through them, a few clumps of dark bamboo dot the banks, and a small boat floats on the river.

"Very good, now that you have a folding fan, you can dress up as a scholar or literati." Tian Xiwei clapped her hands.

"Is it possible that I was originally a scholar and writer?" Cheng Che asked.

Tian Xiwei looked at him, her small face serious:

"It doesn't look like it."

"Then what do I look like?"

"Pull your pants up a bit, then put your hands in your pockets."

"?" Despite not understanding, Cheng Che did as instructed.

"Hmm...that's more like it."

"What's right?"

"This makes it look even more like a demon pill!"

"..."

Cheng Che lowered the trouser leg that he had pulled up.

But it was too late; there was no way to stop Tian Xiwei's laughter.

……

……

After leaving the riddle stall, the two walked along the river towards the stone arch bridge.

Tian Xiwei walked ahead, glancing back every few steps to see if Cheng Che was keeping up, as if afraid he would get lost in the crowd.

As she turned the corner of an alley, she suddenly stopped.

There is a large old camphor tree by the roadside.

The trunk was so thick that one person couldn't wrap their arms around it, and the canopy blocked out the sky, with dappled sunlight filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

The branches were covered with red ribbons, and when the wind blew, it looked like a red sea.

An elderly woman with gray hair sat under the tree, a wooden sign in front of her:

"Wishing ribbon, ten yuan each."

"Come over here, come over here!" Tian Xiwei tugged at Cheng Che's sleeve and pulled him under the tree.

"Make a wish!"

After she finished speaking, she took out twenty yuan, bought two ribbons, took a marker from her mother-in-law, and began to write stroke by stroke on the tree trunk.

After a while, she straightened up, held up her silk ribbon in front of Cheng Che, revealing a line of words she had written neatly and earnestly on it.

—"I hope everyone I care about can be happy every day."

"Such a pragmatic wish," Cheng Che commented.

"What did you write?" Tian Xiwei asked curiously.

"I haven't written it yet," Cheng Che said.

Why?

"Because..." Cheng Che looked up at the tree full of "wishes" and thought of something.

You said he made a wish here today, and that in the future, when Long San's ending comes out...

Is there still a risk of survival?

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore," Cheng Che said.

As the saying goes, there's always a way out... although the road to the underworld might also be a road?

Oh, but!

No problem!

He thought for a moment, and finally wrote down a sentence following Tian Xiwei's format:

"I hope everyone I care about is living well... Yes, I'm living well too."