A few months later, Ruan Hui Street under the night sky did not change much from what I saw for the first time. Maybe it was because the weather was getting colder, or maybe it was because it was getting late, and the shops that were still open on Ruan Hui Street were already

There are not many more, and pedestrians are gradually becoming scarce. I always feel that although this street is a famous street in Ho Chi Minh City, the atmosphere of falling down is becoming more and more obvious.

Not to mention a street, even a city or even a country will rise and fall due to the change of time. It can be brilliant or fall. Only one thing will not change, that is, those memories become history

.

With my memory, I walked slowly along Ruan Hui Street. The more I walked in, the more dim it was, the more I got it, the fewer people were. I insisted on walking for more than 10 minutes and found a street.

I sat down on the stool and rested for a while. It was not that I was exhausted, but that my body was sore that it was hard to believe. I was really worried that I could still walk out of Ruan Hui Street.

Before I could sit on my butt, I suddenly got a slap in my back. I was shocked and quickly looked back. An old lady with white hair used a long-handled umbrella from the store's sales window behind me.

I patted me. In the small sales window, there was a gray-haired old man suddenly. When I saw it, I felt a little panicked. "Is there anything wrong?" I asked:

The white-haired old lady said a few words in a chat, but I couldn't understand. But I guess this should be a "driving order". In Vietnam, it would be a very impolite act to pat someone on the shoulder in the back.

There is no grudge against this white-haired old lady. She suddenly took the handle of an umbrella and patted my shoulder. It can be seen that I must have offended her. After thinking about it, there is only one possibility: I am not sitting in the place, which may affect me.

It's time to her business.

I think this matter has to be "according to local customs". Although there were not many people on the street at this time, and the lights of the small shop behind me had been turned off, it didn't look like it was open (if the lights were bright, I wouldn't have been able to

Sit in front of someone else's shop.), but the owner of this shop is driving you away. Can you still sit there shamelessly? Besides, you can't speak, and even if you want to worry about it, you can't explain it clearly. So

I slowly stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly I found that the white-haired old lady should run an incense shop. I thought that I was going to visit the Li family and was there too.

"After nagging, I was going to buy two incense candles to pay tribute. Seeing that there should be no incense shops in front of me, I bought them here. I will also do the business of this white-haired old lady. Don't think I've been in vain.

Stool at the door of the shop.

So I walked up, and with the faint street lights, I pointed to the incense and candles displayed in the store, and then made a gesture to buy, asking the old lady to wrap it up for me. This shopping can be completed without words.

I pointed to the product I wanted to buy, and took out the corresponding money to the shopkeeper based on the amount marked on the product. Even if I couldn't understand the language, I thought the shopkeeper understood what I was going to do. Just two simple actions, the white-haired old lady

I didn't seem to understand what I meant. I watched me take out the money, just shook my head desperately, and looked nervous. I gestured repeatedly, saying the simplest Chinese: "Buy... this...

...I want..." But the old lady shook her head desperately, but she refused. She even prepared to smash the long umbrella in her hand towards me.

Just when I was confused, a familiar girl suddenly rang behind me: "Are you going to scare this old lady to death?"

"Scare to death?" I was shocked and quickly turned around and found that it was the girl who had just been in the store. "Why are you here too?" I asked in surprise:

"I'm following you!" the girl said:

"Why did you come with me?" I asked vigilantly:

"I will explain this matter to you immediately. Now I will help you solve the current trouble. Don't stand at the door of someone else's store first. Come over first, don't scare the old lady!" The girl said:

I walked up to the girl as I said, and said, "I asked the old lady why she was frightened when she bought some incense and candles and did her business?"

"Look at where you are sitting?" The girl tilted her mouth to the place where I just sat and said:

I turned my head and looked at the place where I just sat, and felt it was just a stool, and there was no difference. Of course, now I looked closely and felt that the stool was still gray and dirty. I just didn't look closely and I was just a little bit.

I sat on it, but I don’t think this should be the reason why the old lady patted my shoulder with an umbrella?

I looked at the girl, spread my hands, and said that I didn't understand the girl's intention. The girl said lightly: "That's not a stool that can be situated casually, it's an altar."

"Altar?" I was shocked. The Vietnamese people were so cute. They even put an altar in front of their own shop. Who is this to pay homage to? Or are the businessmen in their shops?

The girl was surprised when she saw me, but she was not surprised. She just explained: "Every place has local customs. In Vietnam, commemorating our ancestors is a big deal, because they firmly believe that our ancestors can protect them. Please ask God for help.

It is better to seek immortality than to seek your ancestors. Therefore, in general, Vietnamese, especially Vietnamese businessmen, like to build an altar in front of their shops and invite their ancestors to see where their business is good.

, What's the difference? If you have any questions, you can ask for advice from the dream, and the younger generations will definitely change it."

"Oh. It's just like our shop likes to offer the God of Wealth. It's the same thing that Japanese shop likes to offer the lucky cat. No wonder, the old lady wants to pat my shoulder. It's true that I offended other people's ancestors." I suddenly realized that

road:

"You offended other people's ancestors? I don't think that old lady thinks that?" the girl suddenly said:

"What does it mean? I don't understand!" I said:

"It is indeed a very taboo thing to pat your shoulder here, but there is also an extreme possibility, that is, you think you are a ghost, so you have to pat your shoulder. You just sat on someone's altar, that old lady's first

What would the reaction be?" the girl reminded me:

When the girl said this, I put myself in my shoes, "Oh! It turns out that the old lady thought her ancestors had appeared?"

"Then you go forward and gesture to the old lady. It would be strange if the old lady doesn't shake her head!" said the girl:

"What does the old lady shake her head mean?" I asked in confusion:

"She thought her ancestors wanted to take her away, so what could she do without shaking her head?" The girl said incisively: (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!