In Yangjiang, before every Qingming Festival, many families, especially rural families, will eat Qingming fruits.

Qingming fruit, also known as mugwort, is made of wormwood and glutinous rice. Yangjiang people have a saying that eating wormwood before the Qingming Festival is better than eating ginseng, which means that the nutritional value of wormwood before the Qingming Festival is very high.

Zheng Yanli has been very fond of eating Qingming fruit since she was a child, and has lived in Guanghai for more than 20 years, she often goes to the street to buy Qingming fruit to eat, but she always can't taste the taste of Qingming fruit in her hometown.

Maybe it's psychological, or maybe it's different from place to place. And the latter is very likely. This is because deciding whether Qingming fruit is delicious or not is very related to the amount of glutinous rice flour added and the amount of wormwood. If there is too little glutinous rice flour, the peel will be very hard, and if there is too much glutinous rice flour, there will be less wormwood, and the unique wormwood flavor of Qingming fruit will not be enough.

There is also a little bit of mugwort filling. This is also one of the key points that determine whether Qingming fruit is delicious or not. In Yangjiang, there are all kinds of mugwort fillings, such as those with sun-dried shredded radish, sun-dried bamboo shoots, pickled vegetables and dried tofu, and sesame seeds with sugar. The stuffing material is one thing, and how to make the material is very technical. For example, what kind of oil is used, the ratio of lard to vegetable oil, and the amount of chili pepper all determine the taste of the filling.

Some people like to eat spicy, some people like to eat light, some people like to eat sweet, just imagine, which Yangjiang people can eat Qingming fruit outside to eat the taste of their hometown?

The so-called taste of hometown is actually the taste of one's own. And is it only the mother who knows the taste of the individual?

"Mom, where did you get the Qingming fruit at this time?" asked the woman as she ate the fried Qingming fruit.

"Now, it's a year when there is actually a Qingming fruit. At the mouth of an alley near Nanjing Road, there are several shops that specialize in selling Qingming fruits. They put wormwood in the freezer of the refrigerator and sell it from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. The old woman said.

"This should be made by Mom, I can eat it. ”

"Hmm. Mom always remembers the taste you like. Isn't this about to start spring? Some wormwood sprouts will emerge from some ridges. Mom made sure you were back, so she went pick wormwood sprouts. Very tender and tender wormwood sprouts, which will taste better when eaten. ”

"Mom, you're so good to me. ”

"Who made our mother and daughter not see each other for a few years?" the old woman choked up, she took a piece of paper to wipe her tears, "Yanli, who are the people you offended? Are they so ruthless? It's been more than twenty years and they still don't let you go?"

"Mom, how many times have you said that you should not ask about it. How ruthless the other party is, it's not something you can imagine. As long as there is a slight possibility, my daughter doesn't want to live this kind of life. ”

"Well," the old woman shook her head, "how could you have such a thing?"

......

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, the vegetable market. Cao Zhonghe and Granny Yu choose vegetables in a noisy vegetable market.

"Zhonghe, is your phone ringing?" said Granny Yu as she touched the arm of Cao Zhonghe, who was squatting on the ground to choose vegetables.

"Really?" Cao Zhonghe straightened up and took out an old man's machine from his trouser pocket, "Hey, someone really called me." ”

Cao Zhonghe pressed the answer button and asked loudly, "Hey, who are you?"

"Can't you hear me?" a woman's voice came from the phone.

"I'm in the wet market, and it's noisy. You speak louder. ”

"I'm Nurse Zheng. ”

"Nurse Zheng, you?" Cao Zhonghe said in astonishment.

"You're coming to Yangjiang Hotel now. I stayed in room 414. The other party hung up.

Cao Zhonghe was stunned.

"Zhonghe, you can help hurry up and choose. Pick a better one. Alas, what's wrong with you?" Granny Yu noticed Cao Zhonghe's state and quickly straightened up, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Nope. Cao Zhonghe came to his senses, "Jin Yu, I'm going to go out now." You've bought the groceries and go back first. ”

"Where are you going?"

"It's a good friend who plays chess, and something happened at home. I'm going to help with that. ”

"Then you go quickly. Remember to come back for lunch. Granny Yu squatted down again to choose vegetables.

......

Yangjiang No. 1 Middle School. Cao Zhengxuan, who was at the end of the invigilation, received a call from Wang Xinchun.

"New Year's brother?" Cao Zhengxuan used a stapler to bind the cover of the test paper.

"Hehe, Mr. Cao, can't you hear my voice? I'm Dai Cheng. Fu Daicheng's hearty voice came from the phone.

"Brother Dai Cheng, didn't you speak when I asked you, how could I tell it was your voice? And you used Brother Xinchun's mobile phone. ”

"Oh, yes. Damn, isn't my mind really affected? ”

"It's a short-term thinking disorder. Listening to the sound of your voice, I knew you were recovering well. Cao Zhengxuan put away the test paper and handed it to the officer of the Academic Affairs Office, and then walked out of the examination office.

"Well, the doctor said I had eight floors back. I made this call to tell you that I will be transferred back to Yangjiang tomorrow. ”

"Is it so fast? By the way, you tell the attending physician not to transfer to the hospital tomorrow, in two days. ”

"What's the matter? Wang Xinchun and Li Zhi both have maggots on their bodies, and they wish they could go back to Yangjiang as soon as possible. They only change their clothes once a week. ”

"Then let them grow a little more maggots. I'm driving people there tomorrow, and there's one more thing to do. Cao Zhengxuan told Fu Daicheng what he was going to do on the phone.

"Mr. Cao's methods are many. I'll see what they say. ”

......

Cao Zhonghe walked to Yangjiang Hotel. Go out from the north gate of the vegetable market, walk along Binhe Avenue for 200 meters, turn into a laneway, turn into Yangjiang Middle Road, Yangjiang Hotel is in front of the traffic light on the right.

It was originally five or six minutes away, but Cao Zhonghe walked for nearly a quarter of an hour.

Cao Zhonghe was extremely worried in his heart. For more than 20 years, what remained in Cao Zhonghe's impression was Zheng Yanli's innocent and anxious face, and the rain flowed on this face.

More than 20 years have passed since that impression.

But the sound is clearly changing. From immaturity to maturity, and then to a bit of oldness.

This is because the two of them have been in contact by phone, and they have not seen each other again after that rainy night.

And it has always been Zheng Yanli who calls Cao Zhonghe, because, every time, the phone number that Zheng Yanli calls is changing.

In fact, even the phone calls are very few, and the average is not enough once a year. In recent years, as Cao Zhonghe's standard of living has gradually improved, there have been fewer phone calls.

The reason is that every time Zheng Yanli calls, she wants to send money to Cao Zhengxuan. After Cao Zhengxuan went to college, Zheng Yanli never called again.

Today, Zheng Yanli suddenly called, and said that she lived in Yangjiang Hotel, can Cao Zhonghe take a step?

Zheng Yanli's purpose for looking for him is 100% for her son Cao Zhengxuan. It's not going to take my son back, is it?