Compared with the throngs on Everlasting Peace Long Street, Lanqing Intangible Cultural Heritage Street seemed rather quiet. For one thing, it was still mealtime. For another, Lanqing had so many famous historical attractions that most tourists preferred to check those off their lists, drawing a large number of visitors away.
For the Production Team, however, fewer people made filming easier. Besides, they had been invited by Lanqing Culture and Tourism. The heritage shop owners understood that this was a good opportunity for publicity and were all very cooperative.
Intangible Cultural Heritage Street had been carefully planned, its buildings uniformly white-walled with gray roof tiles, simple and steady, much like the artisans who had spent years steadfastly preserving their traditional crafts.
The group scattered along the street, each heading to a different shop.
Director Yang had asked them to split up so they could show viewers more heritage crafts.
Jiang Yumiao naturally intended to take part. Although he had never been particularly good at handicrafts, even as a child, he still wanted to try.
Before they parted, Ning Chunchi secretly squeezed Jiang Yumiao's hand and gazed deeply at him for several seconds, as though these little gestures could recharge him enough to endure an afternoon apart.
Of course, if either of them won the right to invite someone on a date, they would not see each other again until the dance drama ended, sometime after nearly nine that evening.
Jiang Yumiao walked down the street. Though a PD and camera operator accompanied him, neither could chat freely with him, so he was effectively shopping alone.
His fingers curled slightly as he recalled the warmth of Ning Chunchi holding his hand on the long street. Suddenly, this moment felt extraordinarily lonely.
Jiang Yumiao blinked and focused his attention on the various heritage