The master was pulling a tricycle and wandering in the long alleys. Because Yi Cheng said before, he never took any commentary.

If you don’t explain, you won’t explain. It’s quite principled.

Yi Cheng didn't care too much, and started chatting with Ailean.

It doesn't matter whether there is an explanation or not. In fact, in this case, the solitude of two people is the most important.

Without Marco around you, now you can communicate as much as you want.

Based on the memories of his previous life, Yi Cheng explained the hutong culture of old Beijing to Aileyan, and also told her about snacks in these places and some corresponding stories.

The rickshaw driver was sitting in the car while blinking his eyes and listening to Yi Cheng's words.

I originally thought that these two people would still be unable to help but ask the master to give a while and tip it.

But it is obvious that Yi Cheng knows a lot, which inevitably makes people feel a little nervous.

After a while, Yi Cheng talked from the alley to the Siheyuan, and from the Siheyuan to the love of childhood sweethearts.

The master was fascinated by listening to Yi Cheng's storytelling quietly.

When he came to his senses, the master patted his thighs with some annoyance, feeling a sense of pain of being stolen from his job.

The rickshaw continued to move forward, Yi Cheng looked at the high wall of the courtyard and pretended not to easily ask Ailean:

"Do you have a boyfriend now?"

Ailean was slightly stunned, wrinkled her nose, and said disdainfully, "Ah! High school students cannot fall in love."

"That's not." Yi Cheng went further.

"What are you asking about this? Want to be my boyfriend?" Ailean supported her chin with her hands and bent down to look at Yi Cheng.

"It depends on whether you want to."

"Yes, I don't mind. Anyway, others don't regard me as a girl." Ai Leyan shook her legs, looking indifferent.

What the hell?!

Yi Cheng's heart suddenly thumped.

It was his turn to be a little uncomfortable.

"You are really a weird person." Yi Cheng sighed silently in his heart, "How can you be so casual?"

"You are just casual." Ailean replied to him, "You are also a weird person, you are quite brave. No one else treats me as a girl. You actually want me to be your girlfriend."

"Maybe I like men?"

"I'll hit you!"

The master lowered his head and pulled the cart, so scared that he didn't dare to speak.

He had heard of the habit of breaking sleeves, but he had never really seen it.

This is the first time today.

...

The rickshaw swayed, shuttled through the alleys of old Beijing, as if walking in the time tunnel.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Ai Leyan was a little unintentional to appreciate the scenery by Yi Cheng's words, and her heart was full of excitement.

"Yes." Yi Cheng replied lightly.

"Ah!" Ai Leyan frowned, looked disgusted, and sat far away from him, "I have a big radish, I have to look for me as my girlfriend if I have a girlfriend."

"You can be my boyfriend, too."

"Oh..." Yi Cheng's head was knocked heavily by Aleyan.

"etc."

Ai Leyan turned her head and looked at him in confusion.

"You wouldn't say that this girlfriend is me, right? Oh, I got goosebumps all over my body." She rubbed her arms with her hands, and goosebumps really got goosebumps.

"Why."

Yi Cheng sighed, to be honest, you don’t believe me, you still have to hit me, what should I do?

The two suddenly remained silent for a few seconds.

"To be honest, you are quite interesting." Ai Leyan stared at Yi Cheng's eyes, and a beautiful face hidden in the hood of the rickshaw, becoming colorful and moving.

"So what?" Yi Cheng was looking at her, smiling, his dark eyes shining like stars.

His heart was beating violently.

To be honest, this is the first time he has become a scumbag.

But at this moment, he felt from the bottom of his heart that Ailean was cute.

"I'll think about it."

Ailean turned her head and did not dare to look at Yi Cheng anymore.

...

After a while, Yi Cheng and Ailean talked about Beijing dialect.

"Do you know what the TV station is called in Beijing dialect?"

"What's the name?"

"Padding the table."

Ai Leyan giggled after hearing Yi Cheng's words.

The master who was driving the rickshaw frowned and said nothing.

"Hello everyone, I am Lu Han and I'm the Big Monkey Egg." Yi Cheng continued.

"Hahaha, this is so funny, but who is Lu Han?" Aileyan smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth.

"It doesn't matter, Lu Han is his personal name."

In 2007, Miss Luhan was not popular yet.

Yi Cheng continued to speak the memes of Beijing dialect:

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes are called scrambled eggs.

The teacher is so good to call him a good old man.

Twenty-eight is called the second day and eight.

It's not delicious and is called to carry it.

Pizza Hut calls a patient.”

...

"Hey, I'm not happy with that."

The master who drove the rickshaw was a local, and he couldn't quite accept Yi Cheng's emphasis on insulting local words, so he stopped the car.

Yi Cheng was slightly stunned, feeling that he had angered the boss of Che too much.

But looking at the master's body, I don't think he can beat him.

The rickshaw master is a reasonable person. Even if he is dissatisfied, he will resolve the conflicts in his mouth and have not yet reached the level of taking action.

"Actually, many people think that Beijing dialect is just an Erhuayin.

But to be honest, the sound of the sound here is only part of it.

Beijing dialect means a whole sentence with context.

It's not scary, the most terrible thing is,

No, just say it!

Even more terrible!”

"Master, you are not included in the commentary fee, right?" Yi Cheng quickly interrupted.

The rickshaw master glanced at him with great displeasure, "Free, I'll give it to you."

The local master of the capital who was angry was serious. He had to discuss this with Yi Cheng even if he didn't count the money.

"If you can't say it, you'll make a joke."

The master lit a cigarette for himself, wiped his sweat with a towel on his shoulder, and argued from the view that he would not make a joke on his face:

"There is a southerner who learns to speak, but he doesn't know when to use it when not to use it.

Once he used a computer to download something, and someone asked him, what are you doing?

Guess what he said?"

Yi Cheng and Ailean looked at each other, "What do you say?"

The master clamped the cigarette with his fingers and said indignantly, "He said he was giving birth to a baby!"
To be continued...