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Jingxuan and Ruoxi stood at the intersection in front of the transfer station, waiting for the traffic lights to change. Ruoxi muttered softly, with a hint of teasing, "Hey, the professor is really lucky! She doesn't have to go to class like this! I could be a professor too!" Her words carried a hint of jest and envy.
Jingxuan responded with a smile, "But I prefer it this way! After all, when you're doing field research, sometimes the teacher keeps following you around, pointing this way and that, which can be quite annoying." Her words revealed a preference for a more independent learning style, and her face sparkled with anticipation for new experiences.
When the green light came on, the two of them crossed the street and entered a narrow alley. At the entrance of the alley was a gold incense shop, where the aroma mixed with a sense of history and religious atmosphere, captivating the senses. The shop was not large, but it was full of traditional and cultural vibes.
Walking along the alley, the small shops on both sides each had their own unique features. Some sold daily necessities, while others displayed various handicrafts, as if each shop had its own story and style. The shops were simply decorated yet full of a rustic atmosphere, showcasing the true life of the small town.
Walking through the alley, Jingxuan and Ruoxi arrived at the entrance of the market. The atmosphere of the market was lively, filled with various sounds and vitality. On both sides of the stalls in the alleys, the vendors' shouts, the customers' bargaining, and the children's laughter intertwined, creating a scene full of vitality. The people in the market come from various professions, and their faces and actions reflect the diversity and authenticity of the local community.
The stalls displayed various goods: fresh fruits and vegetables, colorful clothing, handmade accessories, and various local snacks. The narrow lanes between the vendors were vibrant, and people shuttled through them, searching for what they needed or simply enjoying the lively atmosphere.
Jingxuan and Ruoxi strolled through the market, curiously observing everything around them. For them, the market was not just a place to shop, but more like a vibrant community classroom, full of opportunities for learning and exploration. Their eyes sparkled with a thirst for new knowledge and curiosity about this lively and cultural town.
Jingxuan and Ruoxi slowly made their way through the narrow aisles of the market, surrounded by a bustling crowd of people busy selecting their desired goods. The air in the market was filled with a mixture of various smells: the fresh scent of fruits and vegetables, the fishy smell of seafood, and the tempting aroma emanating from traditional snack stalls. These smells blended together, creating a lively yet somewhat complex atmosphere.
Ruoxi frowned, feeling uncomfortable with the unique fishy and strong smell of the market. She complained softly, "The smell here is really... even the stench of a nightclub is better than this." Jingxuan lightly chuckled at her words, acknowledging the pungent smell of the market but still trying to adapt to the vibrant environment.
The market was bustling with people, and the narrow pathways between the stalls were crowded. Jingxuan and Ruoxi had to frequently stop and wait for the crowd ahead to move before they could continue. Each stall they passed had its own distinct features, from those selling fresh vegetables to lively snack stalls, with every vendor loudly promoting their goods in an attempt to attract customers' attention.
When they passed by a stall selling local specialties, Jingxuan and Ruoxi were attracted by the unique aroma there. The stall owner warmly introduced them to the specialty products, from handmade sauces to unique snacks, each filled with local flavors. Jingxuan showed a strong interest in these specialties, while Ruoxi curiously asked about some of the snacks.
Every corner of the market is filled with stories and traces of life, from the old wooden stalls to the tin roofs filled with goods, each displaying the history and culture of the market. As they delved deeper into the market, they began to encounter various characters: from elderly people selling handicrafts to busy young vendors, each person is making a living in their own way, weaving the fabric of life in this market.
Walking out of the bustling market, Jingxuan and Ruoxi arrived at the market's exit. In front of them was a road that crossed the small town. Compared to the crowded and noisy market, this street seemed much quieter. They chose to turn right and continued along the road, curiously exploring the other side of the small town.
Along the way, the shops on both sides of the street seemed relatively deserted. They passed by a claw machine shop that was almost empty, with colorful dolls quietly arranged in the display window, waiting for the occasional customer. The dim light and silent machines inside the shop created a unique tranquility.
Not far away is an old-fashioned barbershop, with its nostalgic sign and simple decor exuding a somewhat retro style. Inside the barbershop, a warm light shines through, accompanied by the gentle sound of hair cutting and the casual chatter between customers and barbers.
In addition, there is a betel nut stand on the street, with the owner leisurely sitting on a chair, seemingly waiting for familiar customers. The stand displays a variety of betel nuts and related products, and despite the sparse customers, the owner still wears a satisfied smile on his face.
On this street, Jingxuan and Ruoxi can feel a tranquility and leisure that is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the market. The pace of life on the street has clearly slowed down, and every shop has its own story and style. As they leisurely stroll, they carefully observe these everyday scenes and experience the unique charm of the small town.
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