"Hostess, that, we ......"

I subconsciously prepared to refute and explain our relationship to the proprietress clearly.

After all, I'm married now, too.

It's just that the bride is not the one who used to accompany me to eat fried skewers......

I only felt a small hand behind me, gripping the corner of my clothes.

When my words came to my lips, I still couldn't get them out.

I turned my head and saw a small face under the white beret, looking nervously at me.

In the two big eyes, there is expectation, and ...... A flash of pain in the depths.

I couldn't even speak.

The proprietress doesn't seem to have discovered the relationship between the two of us, and it seems that she still thinks that Yi Yinjing and I are still the same little couple we once were.

"Come on, come on, you guys go in and sit down!"

"You're here at the right time, it's not school yet, and there aren't many students here!"

We entered the food stalls, and the decoration inside did not change much, except for the small stools that used to be replaced by a batch.

It seems that the stool of the past, no matter how good it was, couldn't hold up now, right?

Ian sat quietly beside me, curiously looking at the surrounding decals and the graffiti on the walls.

The customers here are all students, and the boss didn't have any decoration at first, but in order to cater to these students, I don't know where to learn some routines, such as pasting some sticky notes on the wall, forming a "confession wall".

Naturally, sticky notes are often changed, but they are so popular here.

We leaned against a wall full of small sticky notes.

I'm also curious about these notes, but looking at the past, it's not a wish to succeed in the graduate school entrance examination, a wish to pass the final exam, or something like that, it's the immature vow.

Looking at it, all the boys can promise is a simple few words, and the most sincere thing is only four words.

Also, these boys, who are still students, can they leave something behind?

has not experienced society, has not been devastated by the cruel reality, in their eyes, it is only a bright future.

And the cute, young, still fantasizing girl.

When I was about to run for the third year, I looked at the oaths of these young people, and I was very emotional.

I don't know whether to laugh at their youth and casualness, or to laugh at themselves, forgetting their dreams early and cooling down their enthusiasm for hard work.

"Ah, it's still there!"

Einjing exclaimed.

I curiously followed her and looked into the corner of the wall, covered with notes.

In the past, it was not popular to put these sticky notes on the confession wall here.

At that time, we were probably among the first customers, and we were faced with a clean wall.

Then, in twos and threes, sneaky.

Carved the oath of the young man on the wall.

Or the name.

The proprietress of this food stall is also a wonderful person, not only did she not repaint the walls and hide our names, but she encouraged us to let us play freely on the walls of her food stall.

Maybe the walls were destroyed by us, and they don't look like them anymore, so they were replaced with sticky notes.

It's just that I didn't expect it, it's been so many years.

Following Einjing's name, I saw two familiar names in that corner.

Is it the proprietress who protects it well, or does the younger generations of juniors not want to destroy the happiness they have witnessed before?

Those two names, fine, lying on the wall, as long as you lift the sticker sticky notes covering them, you can clearly see -

Jiang Wenchu.

Ein Jing.

"It's still the same as before...... Everything is still the same as before!, isn't it, Brother Wen Chu?"

Ian Jing's fingers groped for the name that had been engraved by us, and the handwriting was crooked, just like when we were young and careless.

I watched Ian's white fingers silently groping for the reddish-brown wall, the colors were vibrant.

All of a sudden, I wanted to drink some beer.

Is it because of the sudden dryness of the throat, or is it something that has long been extinguished, and it is ready to move?

The movements of the hostess are clean and neat.

Probably because there is only one table of customers for us now, and the hostess's things are served quickly.

The proprietress laughed, "Your taste is still the same as before! I've added more chili peppers and garlic cloves for you—and here's the cold beer you wanted!"

"Thanks!"

I greeted the proprietress with a smile, while Einjing hid behind me, poking out her little head and smiling slightly.

In front of others, she has always been so timid.

After the proprietress went out, Ein Jing made a move and directly grabbed the fried banana she ordered.

The flour is wrapped in a banana and fried, giving off a sweet fruity aroma.

Ein Jing's cherry mouth bit into the top of the banana, and when she took a bite, Ein Jing exclaimed that it was so hot!

But he was still greedy and unwilling to spit it out, and when he swallowed it all, Ein Jing licked the corners of his mouth and sighed with satisfaction: "Sure enough, it's still the same taste as before!"

"That's good!" Ian sighed contentedly.

"Everything is the same as before!"

"Right, Brother Wen Chu?"

I didn't know what to answer her with a cold beer.

Fried stinky tofu is still the same taste as before, and fried vegetarian chicken and fried kelp are also familiar flavors.

It's delicious.

It's like, or is it the same as before...... But, is it really the same as before?

I was silent.

"Brother Wen Chu, you still like to eat fried stinky tofu as before!"

"Every time I used to, I had to order a big plate!"

I was silent for a long time, but I still spit out one word: "No......"

"I like to eat fried tenderloin now...... Although the fried stinky tofu is still delicious, it is still different. ”

Einjing's smile froze on her face.

Even though the table is full of delicious aromas, we are still different from before.

Silence. Ian Jing lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yes, it's still different after all.

Because the proprietress is still the same proprietress and the fried food is still the same taste.

However, the person who eats has changed after all.

I'm no longer the hairy guy I used to be.

I've got a family and I'm not the same anymore.

There was silence for a long time, but after all, it was Ein Jing who opened her mouth first.

Ein Jing raised her head and pursed her lips, a smile still on her lips.

It's just that the corner of the eye has long been red, and I don't know when it became red.

"Maybe Brother Wen Chu, you've changed...... But, I'm still the same Ian Jing!"

"No matter what time it is, I'm still waiting for you, Brother Wen Chu!"

"Brother Wen Chu...... We ......"

"Einjing!"

I interrupted her.

"I'm married!"

"I have my home and my wife!"

"I ...... It's not the same person I used to be!"