But now, the temple fair was totally different from the past. The business street was full of dazzling stalls, windmills, rattles, glass pendants, small jewelry, burdock-style hats, clown masks, sugar figurines, dough figurines, etc. It had everything that one would expect to find.
Lin Zhiyun and Yang Ming were having a similar experience. Although they were native Song Jiang people, they hadn't been to the temple fair for many years. Previously, when they saw the grand occasion of the temple fair on TV, they were enticed to it. Now that they were in such a place, how could Lin Zhiyun be not excited?
Lin Zhiyun was dazzled looking at it.
"Yang Ming, can I look at the small jewelry there?" Lin Zhiyun saw a lot of girls making noise around a stall that was selling jewelry. She couldn't help but feel moved.
