After the photo, the stall girl finally calmed down a bit and switched back to business mode, though her gaze remained eager: "Little Fish, which one caught your eye? Let me tell you, my hairpins are the prettiest in all of Queshui Town, and the prices are very reasonable. For instance, this resin one is only 1314, and the wooden one..."
"1314?!" Before the girl could finish, Yu Wanwan was shocked by the price. A plastic hairpin costs that much?
"Uh..." Seeing Yu Wanwan misunderstand, the girl quickly explained, afraid of being seen as a price gouger: "It's 13.14, actually."
"Oh, thirteen yuan and fourteen cents..." Hearing the reasonable price, Yu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.
She had almost thought she'd encountered a hairpin price trap.
She asked again: "And the wooden one?"
"The wooden one is 33.44, handmade," the girl said enthusiastically. "The silver one is more expensive, 999, also handmade, but it's quite substantial and exquisite. It's genuine silver. If you buy the silver one, I'll throw in a beautiful wooden box, also handmade."
Saying this, she pulled out an exquisite wooden box from under the stall and showed it to Yu Wanwan: "Pretty good deal, right?"
Yu Wanwan: "It seems your hairpin prices are all tied to love."
1314 (for a lifetime), 33.44 (forever), 999 (everlasting)—they really know how to play on young people's willingness to pay for romantic symbolism.
"Exactly," the girl said, then turned to Zhang Jingxu. Their eyes met, and a shy smile escaped her lips.
She controlled her expression and said, "So, how about it? Want to buy a love token for your sweetheart? If you buy one of my hairpins and put it in her hair yourself, you two will surely be together until your hair turns gray."
Hearing this, Yu Wanwan thought: This town is really all about love marketing. Earlier, when she'd visited a stall selling handmade sachets, the sales pitch was almost identical, even the lines were exactly the same.
Zhang Jingxu's gaze swept over the delicate silver hairpins on the stall, then settled on Yu Wanwan's face.
Seeing that she seemed entranced with the silver hairpin in her hand, he asked softly, "Which one do you want?"
Realizing he intended to buy, the stall girl eagerly pitched: "Take a look, we have many styles. The peony and jasmine are the most popular. The tassel can be removed, so it can be worn two ways."
Yu Wanwan stood in front of the stall, looking at the array of exquisite silver hairpins. As someone indecisive, she began to struggle with which one to choose.
While Yu Wanwan was hesitating, the girl picked up the red string she had been weaving and continued her energetic sales pitch: "Actually, a hairpin is perfect as a love token for your beloved. Since next month is Qixi Festival, why not give her a hairpin, and she gives you a strand of her hair? That way, you two will be together forever. How about celebrating Qixi early and exchanging gifts?"
"Huh? I have to give him my hair?" Yu Wanwan was taken aback, her face full of resistance.
Buy a hairpin and have to give away her hair? She'd rather pay for it herself.
It's not like she can't afford it.
The stall girl, clearly a young romantic who hadn't been jaded by love, clasped her hands together and said dreamily: "Don't you think giving your beloved a strand of hair is a very romantic gesture? A strand of hair holds a soul."
Yu Wanwan retorted: "But I heard that giving someone your hair also gives away your luck."
"How could that be?" the girl said. "You're giving it to your beloved, not a stranger. Besides, you're already married, so you don't have to worry about breaking up."
Maybe not breaking up, but that doesn't mean you won't divorce.
Just as she was about to refuse, a thought struck her: This situation was perfect for filming a segment where they act lovey-dovey for her audience. After all, besides her bad luck, she had no good luck to give him anyway.