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"..."

Everyone was speechless.

"Sister, I want that!"

Yun Li pointed to the [Rabbit Doll] in a stuffed toy shop not far away.

"Okay~"

Yun Xi took her to the doll store, but the eyes that looked at the rabbit doll did narrow slightly, and then the expression was a little weird.

‘You said you are a little rabbit, why are you wearing the same clothes as I, Yun Xiaoxi...’

The coat of the rabbit doll is exactly what Yun Xi wore more than ten years ago.

"Businesses today are really trying their best to make money."

Nangong Yao next to him said, obviously he also recognized the clothes on the rabbit doll.

Yun Xi showed a helpless smile.

"Let them go, it's not a big deal."

After buying the dolls, everyone continued to move forward.

After all, this was the first time for Ling Xiaoyun and others to come to Yunyang City. Even though they had basically seen similar things here in Tianling City and Jiang Ming City, they still bought a lot of small items as souvenirs.

After Yunxi bought a doll for Yunli, she also bought a toy car for Yunze. There were actually a lot of toys at home, but they still wanted to buy new ones. Yunxi could only teach them that wealth is hard-won while helping them

All kinds of squandering.

When we came to the busiest part of Youyun Street, there was a square with a stage set up on the square. On the stage, the host held a microphone and was hosting the show. A group of children were dancing.

"These children..."

Yun Xi glanced at the clothes worn by the children whose age differences were particularly obvious, and then turned to look at Ye Nianhan.

"They are children from the Sunshine Orphanage." Ye Nianhan confirmed.

The clothes those children were wearing were specially made for the orphanage. Today's orphanages are no longer what they used to be. Many of the children inside live better lives than some children with happy families.

After taking the elixir given by Ye Nianhan, the old dean is now in very good health and will have no problem if he persists for another twenty or thirty years.

"Is it the orphanage where Ye Nianhan used to be?"

Ling Xiaoyun, who heard their conversation asked.

Ye Nianhan nodded: "Yeah, but I don't recognize many of the people inside."

It has been more than ten years since she left the orphanage. To a spiritual cultivator, more than ten years is nothing, but to ordinary people, it is already a new person replacing the old one.

Children in orphanages usually go out to live on their own when they reach the age of fourteen to sixteen.

"That doesn't matter. At least you know that children today are living better than before, right?"

Yun Xi said as if with emotion.

"Yeah, so I'm actually very happy."

Ye Nianhan's smile is bright and clear.

Ling Xiaoyun looked at them and his eyes gradually turned to the stage. He sincerely admired people like Ye Nianhan who came out of adversity step by step.

"Would you like to go up and perform?" Yun Xi suddenly suggested to everyone.

"Perform? How to perform?"

Everyone looked at her in confusion.

Yun Xi raised an eyebrow, let go of Yunze Yunli's hand, told them to wait here, and then walked towards the stage alone.

Everyone watched helplessly as Yun Xi walked across the stage and went to the backcourt. A minute later she walked out, raised her hand and snapped her fingers at everyone.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and then they could only walk in that direction.

"I told the director that if we do the next scene, it will be a surprise for the people of Yunyang."

Yun Xi said.

Nangong Yaoxiao asked: "Don't you want to keep a low profile?"

Yun Xi took out her camera, pointed the lens at everyone, blinked her right eye, and said playfully: "What? Don't you want to leave a wonderful memory?"

……

Youyun Street is brightly lit and bustling at night. Pedestrians and tourists are walking on the street or in the shops, talking and laughing. Suddenly, bursts of exclamations spread from the square in the center of the street and reached everyone's ears.<

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Immediately afterwards, a piano sound suddenly sounded, and everything was silent.

The strings of the piano are plucked, which is the roar of the evening wind in spring. It descends from the stars in the sky, comes to the night market shrouded in lights, and blows the hair of every tourist.

The bustle disappeared and was replaced by another wonderful sound. Everyone ran towards the square and then stared at the stage blankly.

A woman in a white dress sits at the front left of the stage, playing the guqin mesmerizingly. In the center of the stage, young girls dance lightly with swords and guns in their hands. They don't have professional coordination, but every dance pose is condensed.

They all look sultry and beautiful.

This is a quiet and lively night. Young people write an unforgettable poem for their lives.
Chapter completed!