Qingyang as promised

Chapter 5

Humans are animals of memory. Only when they are in a familiar environment will they get rid of the burrs all over their body, droop their pricked ears, close their eyes, curl up their furry bodies, and sleep in a warm cave with their big tails on their pillows. At this time, the wind was howling outside and the snow was falling heavily.

But when did you start getting familiar with everything here?In the early morning light when the sky is getting dark, when you look up, you can always see the moon hanging outside the window, as transparent as a thin jade.When you go downstairs, you will see the window with warm lights; dripping clothes are hanging above your head, bicycles are stacked in a row in the leaky carport, and there is a small puddle of water on the leather stool.The uncle who came out of the alley to bake sweet potatoes was bending over to light the stove, and there were half sacks of sweet potatoes waiting to be roasted beside the stove.After walking for more than 10 meters, there were already two or three people around the sesame seed stall, and there was a faint smell of barbecue in the air.Vegetable fillings cost 1.5 yuan each, and meat fillings cost 2 yuan each. The sweetness is moderate, crisp and refreshing.One of each, plus a cup of soy milk, I didn't feel hungry until noon.Walk for 30 minutes, walk through 4 streets, cross 8 intersections, wait for 3 traffic lights, turn left at the next intersection, step on a stone bridge with a span of 15 meters, and the four golden characters of "Qiming High School" appear in front of you , Young figures passed through the half-open electric retractable door one after another.After class in the morning, I habitually took out my mobile phone, read the text message from the familiar number, packed my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom as quickly as possible.The fat middle-aged female teacher who came to see the uncontrollable smile on the running boy's face, the sun shining on that vigorous face, couldn't help sighing that it's good to be young.Feng Yan knew that he must be stupid at this time. "Feng Yan, you won't have lunch with me again?" The tablemate Xiaopang wailed behind him.After trotting for 5 minutes to the school gate, I saw the man leaning against the sycamore tree, squinting his eyes, and lazily said: "Yesterday, Aunt Zhang gave me a big crucian carp. Let's have braised crucian carp for lunch." Thin bangs covered his eyes.Then the breeze blows by, blowing the silky clouds above the head, blowing down the yellowed sycamore leaves, spinning and falling to the ground, disturbing a throbbing youthful heart.

There is a small room in Xianyuan Bookstore, seven or eight square meters, in which there are reclining chairs and simple pots and bowls for lunch and nap.Since Yan Chang came, Ye Qingyuan added a wooden desk for him to do homework or read.

"Aya next door called me to have something to do, you eat first." Ye Qingyuan put the fish on the table, took off his apron, walked a few steps, thought for a while, turned around and took out a bowl from the cupboard next to the wall, and picked it up. The little half of the fish smiled and said, "Aunt Zhang's fish is quite fresh, I'll send some to Aya and the others."

The remaining half of the fish was dripping with sauce, the fish meat was white, and the aroma was wafting. Feng Yan's extended chopsticks just stopped on top of the plate in a daze.

The folk customs of the small town are simple and honest, and the relationship between neighbors is harmonious.Whoever has something delicious and fun will always give some of it to the three neighbors who are close to each other, which is both polite and affectionate.These Feng Yan knew that a few days ago he was teaching math problems to the grandson of the old lady Zheng downstairs, and the old lady happily gave him a basket of yellow and orange tangerines.It's just... just... I can't explain why, but I feel panicked in my heart.It may be that Ye Qingyuan shared the fish specially made for him with others, or it may be that Ye Qingyuan didn't eat well at lunch, so he went to visit the door, and when the food got cold, he would have a stomachache again.Ye Qingyuan suffers from stomach pains, and fell behind when he was taking the university entrance exams. Later, he traveled north and south to volunteer, eating and sleeping in the open, and the stomach pains became more serious.If you eat cold rice in winter, you won't have a stomach ache.Yes, it is like that.

"Brother Xiaoye, you are a good crafter. Any girl will be lucky to marry you." Aya's eyes and brows were full of charm.

"Brother Xiaoye, this fish isn't bad, that's all it takes? Give the rest to that guy Feng Yan, I'm partial." Xiao Shun said dissatisfiedly.

"Hey, Xiaoye, teach me how to make this fish. The little ancestor at home yelled that my cooking is not good, and the two of you go out to eat out every day." Saying this, the proprietress glared at the boss who was silently watching TV. , the latter smiled flatteringly with a "hey hey".

When the warm sun shines into the barber shop through the glass door in the afternoon, the people inside are standing or sitting, laughing and talking happily.

"Ye Qingyuan, it will be cold if you don't eat anymore!" Feng Yan shouted standing outside the glass door, the anger in his tone was unaware of himself.

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Then it became so quiet, everyone in the store looked out, and saw the young man standing outside the door against the light, his short flaxen hair was fluffy in the sun, his handsome face was slightly shadowed by the backlight, and his brows were frowning , with his lips tightly pressed together, like a wronged child.Ye Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat, something slipped by, he didn't catch it, and just slipped away.

He just came to deliver fish, and he was dragged and talked about for a long time, and he didn't eat any food, which is not very good.But this little guy doesn't have to be so angry.The boss and the proprietress looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

"Yo, Brother Xiaoye, you haven't eaten yet. Let's eat it in the store. How about trying my roasted pork with dried plums and vegetables? You taught me last time, and I'll test the results today." Aya was the first to react, grinning Saying that, he took Ye Qingyuan's arm and walked towards the kitchen.

"Next time, I've been cooking this fish for a long time, and I haven't eaten a bite yet. Feng Yan will definitely keep it for me. Let's go." Ye Qingyuan waved his hand and returned to the bookstore with a smile.

"Sister Aya, brother Xiaoye is very kind to Feng Yan, and cooks him delicious food every day at noon." Xiaoshun said sourly.

"He is from Beijing, and he will return to Beijing in the future. At best, it will only be a year." Aya looked at Feng Yan's back and said with a complicated expression.Feng Yan stopped when he stepped into the bookstore, he looked back at Aya, who curled his lips and smiled at him.