"This is where you're going to bring me."

"Yes."

"A overseas Taobao video product store that wants to imitate the punk style but becomes a four-way person due to the "Gate Head Plaque Management Regulations" and is suspected of smuggling."

"Yes."

Chen Qingluo turned his head and looked at Wang Zixu with expressionless expression, questioning his aesthetics with his eyes.

Wang Zixu said: "Don't judge the store by its appearance, it's not what you think."

Miss Chen Qingluo wanted to judge the store by her appearance. She hugged her arms and began to carefully look at the lintel of the store, and finally set her eyes on the advertising sign.

"A couple can buy a collection CD for two days after checking in..." Chen Qingluo read the words above without fluctuating, and then concluded, "Well, it's indeed a consumerist trap."

“Not a trap.”

“The tenderness of it is that it does not cheat single dogs.”

"Did you just say the opposite?"

“Single dogs are so happy.”

"I thank you for your positive thinking for the single dog."

Chen Qingluo called all induced consumption a consumer trap. However, Wang Zixu was not qualified to say that he had the same idea as her yesterday.

Later he discovered that the director's signature version of "Fighting Club", which was originally priced at 1,600 yuan, could be bought at only 80 yuan after discount. What is this trap? This is clearly a great charity! We cannot generalize consumerism, it is a good cat that can only catch mice!

"Wait a minute," Miss Chen Qingluo mocked her and suddenly came to her senses, "You don't want me to check in with you, right?"

"Ah...it seems to be."

Chen Qingluo's face slowly turned red from bottom to top like a thermometer, and then he stared at him seriously, making Wang Zixu suddenly panic.

"How are you embarrassed?"

He also wanted to look back and ask Ning Chunyan, yes, Ning Chunyan, why are you so embarrassed? He didn't think about this problem at all yesterday.

Unfortunately, Ning Chunyan is not here. If she were here, she would definitely hilariously. She pointed to his nose and smiled: Is there a little overly self-awareness! You married prince Xu!

Couples are just a gimmick. Even if you bring an armed helicopter over, the store owner will check in for you. Remember, we are just friends! Don’t think too much!

She could say this mainly because she really didn't think about it. But Wang Zixu couldn't say this to Chen Qingluo with confidence. It was like Zhou Zhiruo said to Zhang Wuji: "What if I had a conscience?"

Wang Zixu explained in a sweating profusely: "This so-called 'couple' is actually just a gimmick in this store. We don't care about it, we just need to walk in with confidence..."

"Will others think we are lovers?"

"Yes, uh, no. This is not the key to the problem. We should not take its requirements seriously, even if it requires two Tyrannosaurus Rex to be discounted, it doesn't matter. It's just a consumerist gimmick."

Chen Qingluo hesitated for a moment and said to him: "You may have forgotten. I remember that the day before I transferred to school many years ago, I made an appointment with you..."

"First of all, we should be kind," the prince blurted out, "secondly, we should be honest."

Chen Qingluo was still expressionless. But Wang Zixu read out the joyful and happy mood of this expressionless face. This emotion exists faintly and has no trace. If you look for it carefully, it will disappear without a trace.

"Do you think you are honest?" Chen Qingluo asked.

"... Then never forget each other." Wang Zixu added the last half.

"I didn't say this."

"From "The Brothers Karamazov, I read it later."

"I didn't say this, I didn't say this, I didn't say this."

"I will always remember. Dostoevsky wrote so well."

"Forget it, go in and take a look."

Chen Qingluo turned around and entered the store. Wang Zixu followed behind her, unable to guess her thoughts.

After entering the store, Chen Qingluo was quickly attracted by the shelves.

"Wow, it turned out to be the signature version of "Memory Fragments". This kind of low-end overseas shopping store actually has such things. It's like a little Xiaoxihe has an I."

Wang Zixu picked up a disc on the shelf: "Look, there is also a signed version of "The Room" here, it's like a little Xihe has released me."

Chen Qingluo turned his head to look at him and didn't say anything.

"Uh, isn't it funny? The funny point here is that "The Room" is an extremely bad movie. Because it's too bad, it has become a cult classic."

Chen Qingluo shook her head heavily.

Wang Zixu was deeply hit and put back the most famous bad movie in history.

After a while, Chen Qingluo said:

"Not funny. If you don't add that funny point to analyze it, it may be a little better."

After saying that, she said, "And, you are not bad at all."

Wang Zixu's mood at this moment was like being thrown into Flame Mountain in the hot summer and being roasted on both sides. Suddenly, Chen Qingluo appeared in front of him and handed over a bottle of cold Coca-Cola.

Chen Qingluo continued to search for the discs, muttering:

"When the value of worship is lost, the Internet has made the value of display infinitely higher. The art of the era of mechanical reproduction, which has long since left the altar, has stood in front of the stage in the niche field. It's a pity. If Benjamin lived in this era, I don't know what kind of works he would have written..."

Wang Zixu was a little excited. When he first came to this store, he also thought of Ben Yaming. He danced and sang, but he didn't know how to express this to Chen Qingluo, which made the other party feel strange.

"I want this "Love Letter" and this "Love at Sunset and Dusk."

Seeing Chen Qingluo holding both discs in his arms, Wang Zixu raised his eyebrows:

"Do you have a CD machine at home?"

“It will grow after buying it home.”

Wang Zixu smiled, picked up the "Fighting Club" he had been thinking about, then picked up the "Memory Fragments" that Chen Qingluo put down, and selected another "Death Poetry Club".

He wanted to ask Chen Qingluo why he chose romance movies. But he didn't ask.

"Oh, by the way," before going to checkout, Chen Qingluo turned around and took out the "room" from the shelf, "I want this."

When I got to the counter to check out, the boss took the note handed over by Wang Zixu, looked at the clear-cut discs for each of them, and asked:

“Checkout separately?”

"Check out separately." Chen Qingluo answered first.

The boss looked at the computer, looked at Chen Qingluo again, looked at the computer again, looked at Chen Qingluo again:

"But when I came yesterday..."

Wang Zixu was shocked and stopped the boss's fatal words: "Of course we will check the bill together, I'll give it to you."

"I don't want it." Chen Qingluo said.

Wang Zixu pulled her aside and whispered: "You have to check in here for two consecutive days before you can buy it at a discount. I'll pay together."

"It's going to last two days?"

"right."

"Who did you come with yesterday?"

Miss Chen Qingluo is always very sharp in places where she shouldn’t be keen, which makes Wang Zixu feel quite tricky.

In fact, when some questions were asked, the questioner had an answer in his mind. The keen Miss Chen Qingluo had the three big words "Ning Chunyan" written in her eyes, and the font became thicker and thicker.

Before she responded, Wang Zixu quickly interrupted the casting:

"Zhao Peilin! I came with Zhao Peilin."

"Who is Zhao Peilin?"

"I am my first brother in Nanda, senior brother. I like to wear big shorts. I still have a solo mother and baby, and I have been introducing me to each other every day."

Chen Qingluo narrowed her eyes: "You and a man..."

"Yes, this is the East China Sea."

After saying this reason, Wang Zixu felt that he was slightly integrated into the city.

This is the East China Sea, and it is not surprising that even the two Tyrannosaurus Rex are shopping hand in hand. Because this is the East China Sea, this reason reduces a lot of trouble in the world.

Chen Qingluo tilted her head and thought for a while, and chose to accept Wang Zixu's statement. But she disagreed with Wang Zixu's help to pay the bill and must transfer the money to him.

When he walked out of the store, the boss gave Wang Zixu a thumbs up. Wang Zixu was sweating and quickly followed Chen Qingluo.

"This one is for you." Chen Qingluo took out the "Room" from the bag and handed it over, "I hope you will become as famous as this bad cult movie in the future... No, it's even more famous than it."

"Thank you." Wang Zixu was moved. He finally understood why Chen Qingluo insisted on paying by himself.

He picked up the bag, took out "Memory Fragments" from it, and handed it to Chen Qingluo: "I wish you can never forget your original intention."

"Thanks."

The two sent each other their best wishes, but then they were silent. Because they found that based on the content of the movies they sent, it was more like a sarcastic spirit than a blessing.

The two walked side by side on the road for a while in silence.

"How did Ning Chunyan teach you next?" Chen Qingluo asked.
To be continued...