Urban-rural junction

Now, a man stood in front of Lu Shen.

The man was carrying a plastic box in his hand, and said eagerly: "This chicken is stuffed, raw chicken, fried fragrant."

Inside the box lay a dissected chicken.

"It's the last one, it's so delicious. I bought it and eat it. If it doesn't taste good, come and return it, just come and return it!"

A few minutes ago, Lu Shen passed by here and glanced at the cold vegetable shop on the street.But he was stopped by this enthusiastic man.

It was a man with a puffed stomach and a silver watch.According to the general character design of TV dramas, he should be an upstart with five big and three rough.But the five big and three rough are true, and the nouveau riche may not be.

He wears a cartoon apron.

The guest came again, so he held the knife and moved it flexibly with his rough fingers.While distracted chatting with the guests, the beef is sliced ​​into thin slices.The exquisite craftsmanship is astonishing.

There were more guests at once.The man raised his head and smiled apologetically at Lu: "This chicken is fried slowly, it takes about ten minutes." After speaking, he bowed his head and went to work.

The guests chatted with the man, chatting about the minutiae of life, saying that he had a pretty easy life.

The man waved his hand: "It's suffering, much more than you."

"It's just these things. If you can't sell them, you have to throw them away. I have to get up at three or four o'clock the next day to make them, and I come back at night to wash and do it at eleven o'clock. I don't even have enough sleep."

As the man spoke, he was fiddling with a couple's lung slices in his hand.After chopping and chopping a few times, the meat was put into a plastic box, covered with a big piece of garlic with a large spoon, sprinkled with a dollop of sesame oil, sprinkled with a large handful of coriander, and poured with a portion of sesame oil.

Very rough action.

The man shook the box, as if pressing a switch, and the aroma spread out all at once.

He quickly tied the plastic bag and handed it out.

"Young man, wait a little longer. I'll take a look." The man raised his head again and confessed to Lu Shen, muttering, "It must be fried until golden brown, otherwise it won't be cooked. I can tell at a glance whether it is cooked or not. "

Lu Shen nodded slightly, feeling a little irritated.It also calmed down a bit unexpectedly.

Lu Shen looked towards the street.There are few people here and there, the sky is a bit beautiful, but it is still before evening, and the thick white clouds are really lovely.

There are quite a few small vendors like men selling cold dishes.They are trying their best to keep customers.

The aroma of fried chicken was also faintly released.It has a unique aroma of pickling.Lu Shen suddenly remembered a sentence that the man mentioned just now: "Whatever you buy from outside, the sauce for this chicken is all made by yourself."

Originally, Lu Shen was just listening to the tricks of being a peddler, but now he somehow believed it.

"Young man, look at this color (shai's third sound) is familiar. The last one, don't weigh it, let's say 25."

"Okay." Lu Shen replied, watching the man chop and chop the chicken into pieces, and sprinkle pepper in an extremely rough way.

Lu Shen walked unsteadily on the cement road.There was a thin layer of heat on the plastic bag.The fragrance spreads quietly on this quiet road.

Walking to the door of the house, the unsurprising sound of quarreling penetrated into the ears through the crack of the door.

Lu Shen weighed the plastic bag, inserted the key neatly, unscrewed it, and opened the door.

The quarrel stopped abruptly.Lu Hao raised his eyes: "Son, are you back?"

Wang Meiyu forced a smile at her son, and said, "I'm back, let's eat quickly." Her eyes caught the chicken in Lu Shen's hand, and she quickly took it.

The meal came to an uninspired end.

Lu Shen returned to the room, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and smoked one.He was not a very good person, but his grades were better.

Just staring at the window, the evening is coming to a strong time.The purple, red and pink clouds are layer upon layer, quite magnificent.

A cigarette is gone.Think about it, after three years of hard work, I was admitted to this high school.School starts in a few weeks.I didn't have much joy and tension in my heart, maybe it was because I didn't wait for what I had to wait for.

Lu Shen stared out of the window in a daze, wanted to smoke another cigarette, but restrained himself——If you can, don't smoke.

The door was quiet, and there was no tense atmosphere anymore.Wang Meiyu knocked on Lu Shen's door: "Xiao Shen, school starts in a few weeks, you...will you stay or go home?"

There was no sound from the door, for a long time, only one sentence: "Let's stay."

After a while, Lu Hao knocked on the door and walked in, saying: "Xiao Shen, after school starts, we will take care of a child of a friend of my father's. He also stays in the room, so you can take care of him."

Lu Shen: "Understood."

The luggage was packed quickly, and the days went faster day by day.

Lu Shen stepped out of the house and said to Wang Meiyu and Lu Hao, "Mom and Dad, don't send me off, I'm not a child anymore. I'm leaving."

no goodbye.

Lu Shennian's high school is called "No. [-] High School", or No. [-] Middle School for short, and it is located in X City.It's not close to home, but it's still far away.

Even if you are mentally prepared, you can go home every Sunday.Parting is also sad since ancient times.

There are no more green leather trains, and everyone can take the high-speed train.It's just that there is no scenery outside, so Lu Shen stared at the phone screen in a daze—it's not a famous brand, and the memory is not much, so it's enough for making calls and sending text messages.

With this mobile phone, it is sparse, and there are very few text messages and call records.Because Lu Shen doesn't really need a social circle.

The last text message was just received.

"Are you in the car? - Mom"

Lu Shen replied, "Get in the car."

His fingers tightened unconsciously, and he clicked on the calendar and returned to the home page, over and over again.

A date was marked on the calendar—a date that had passed, August 27th.

No sleepiness, want to smoke.Lu Shen opened the memo and carefully typed in three words - Wei Changchuan.

A full memo, only full of the words "Wei Changchuan".

Lu took a deep breath, suppressed the idea of ​​smoking, and gradually relaxed.

He took out a magazine casually and opened it.Staring at the black lettering, it was like falling asleep and having a dream.

"Changchuan, it's been five years."

"Have you forgotten about me?"