When the four of us were playing with their mobile phones around a table after arranging, a middle-aged man in plain clothes walked in outside the door: "Hello, may I ask if Mr. Li Li is there?" I stood up: "Eh, I am, are you the uncle who delivers meat sandwiches?" He came to me with a suitcase, and I walked towards him, and we came to a table, and he put the box on the table, and opened the lid: "Here are the fifty meat buns you wanted, a total of four hundred, see how you pay." The uncle spoke Mandarin with a Xi'an accent, and the landlord also came over when he heard it. Perhaps northerners have a special affection for northerners, just like a southerner who goes to the north and hears a "hometown dialect" with a flat tongue.

I settled the account for my uncle and he left, and I beckoned Lin and Luo Luo to come over as well: "Come, today I will invite you to eat meat sandwich buns." Luo Luo opened this big mouth: "You are crazy, fifty, where can you finish eating." I patted her Santa hat: "You are stupid, I will let you eat it all, you eat first, if you can't finish eating, someone will send it by the head tonight, until the end of the delivery." She stretched out her hand tremblingly: "I have never seen so many meat buns at one time in my life." ”

Uncle is a shop downstairs in the community, surrounded by milk tea and Guilin rice noodles, there is a small shop of only about four square meters, he is an authentic Xi'an person, at the suggestion of relatives to Guilin with his lover to make a living. Later, I learned that his relative had strayed into a pyramid scheme, and he and his lover's savings had been defrauded of all their savings. So he borrowed money from everywhere, rented a small corner of someone else's shop in the snack street of our community, fenced it with composite panels and sold meat sandwich buns.

Uncle is in his fifties, gray hair, there are always a few days in Guilin where the demon wind is raging, one morning, I got up very early, so early that even the rice noodle shop downstairs has not yet opened, in a dark snack street, there is a small light from a corner, curiosity drove me towards it. When he saw my arrival, he quickly washed his hands and dried them with a towel, took off his mask, walked up to me and asked with a smile on his face, "What do you want to eat?" I looked at it, "Isn't it open yet?" He hurriedly smiled and said: "There is something to eat, there is something to eat, this is what I made last night, I have been putting it in the refrigerator, I will give you hot heat, you can still eat, you see I will eat it too, if you want to eat fresh, I am making it now, I will bake one for you and make it for you immediately." I smiled, looked at the uncle in front of me who was a little rickety, and I replied, "It's okay, last night's is last night." His smile remained: "Okay, then you wait." ”

After saying that, he turned around and put on his mask, took out two disposable gloves from the side and put them on, took out a bun from the refrigerator, and took out a piece of braised pork, and put it in the microwave together. He turned around and poured me another glass of orange juice, still smiling as he handed it to me. I finished drinking the orange juice, he also heated it, he took out an iron clip, sandwiched the bun into a paper bag, skillfully cut the bun with a knife, and used the iron clip to clip the braised pork to the cutting board and chop, two fingers pinched the outside of the paper bag, the bun cut in half opened like a mouth, he used the iron clamp to pick up the meat foam and stuff it into the "mouth". He turned to me and asked, "Eat now?" I watched him do it all skillfully, smiled and said, "Eat now." He delivered the finished meat bun to me: "This is from last night, you can just give four yuan." I looked at the price list on the wall, took out my mobile phone and scanned ten yuan: "There is no difference between last night's and this morning's, eight yuan for a bun and two yuan for a glass of orange juice." He hurriedly bowed his waist: "Thank you, thank you, next time you come later, there will definitely be something just done." I didn't answer him, smiled and turned away.

I walked across the street and watched him try to meet each other, and his back was even more hunched. From time to time, he wiped his forehead with his wrist, and from time to time he raised his head and moved his neck. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and just as a gust of wind was blowing, I sniffed and said to myself, "It's really cold this day." ”

That night, I passed by the door of the little shop again, and the uncle was still there. The place is small, he and his lover sit there, the stool is too low, the table is too high, they are like children around a small heater, under the dim light the two of them look at the TV series played on the mobile phone on the table, from time to time to smile.

If you're in front of a lot of people, a smile can be a disguise. But if it's only yourself, then you must be happy. I think they must have rejoiced at that moment. I stepped forward again: "Boss, take away the two meat buns." He turned his head and saw me, and quickly stood up, and his lover also stood up. He still smiled and asked me, "Two of you, wait a minute." I smiled and nodded, and his lover stood by watching him busy, and then smiled at me and nodded, "Wait a minute." "I looked at them and laughed, and I laughed too. I don't know if my laugh is theirs, it's not my own.

After the uncle skillfully prepared it for me, he packed it and handed it to me: "You take it and walk slowly." I paid the money but smiled and nodded, and left.

The next day I came a little later than the day before, the uncle had already started to open, and there were two customers standing in front of the store, the uncle was still smiling and asking them what they needed, and quickly made it for them, I stood aside, I was afraid that my presence would make the boss more busy. The two of them asked for four meat buns, and kept urging the uncle, who also turned around and smiled at them under each of their urgings. When the uncle took out a piece of braised meat, he accidentally dropped the box of braised meat to the ground, and the braised meat fell to the ground, and the uncle hesitated a little, but chose to take it out of the microwave oven and make it for them first. After they left, the boss slowly squatted down, and it could be seen that his waist and legs were inconvenient. One by one, he picked up the braised pork from the ground and put it in the box, and sighed as he stood up. He walked to the sink with the box, washed the meat, and then made a phone call: "Hey, you can help me get some braised meat from home, I just accidentally put it on the floor." After saying that, he responded again and hung up.

I stepped forward, and the uncle changed his sad face and said to me with a smile: "This braised pork has just fallen to the ground, you can wait for what you want to eat, wait for my wife to bring it to me." I looked at the whole box of meat, which had just been rinsed with water, and the color of the marinade was much lighter, and I smiled and said, "It's okay, just use those, I'm free." He shook his hand: "No, how can you eat this thing that fell to the ground." I asked again, "Then you don't want so much meat?" and he smiled plainly: "When you cook rice at night, put two pieces in the rice to make it fragrant." I pointed to the box again: "Well, you can use this to make me a meat bun first, and then you can calculate how much the rest is, I just want to try what you said." He said with some excitement, "Are you sure?" I nodded, he quickly sandwiched a bun and a piece of meat into a small dish for heating, and after he put it in the microwave, he still looked back at me hesitantly, I nodded before he closed the microwave door and twisted the time. I asked him, "Wrap the meat for me, how much is it, I'll sweep it for you." He looked at it: "It's not expensive, it's not expensive, if you want it, take it, this can't be sold if it falls to the ground." I asked him with a wicked smile, "No one knows if you wash and use it." He shook his hand again: "No, no, no, we can eat this, but guests can't." ”

I was carrying a bag of meat and a meat bun, looking at the two plastic bags in my hand, I turned my head to look at the back of the rickety in the store, I shook my head and smiled, and walked towards home.

Since then, my breakfast has often turned into a meat bun, although I initially tried it for the first time with the mentality of giving it a try. Maybe I like the wrinkled smile after the meat bun, the gray hair, the messy beard, and the smile that takes my lover to watch a TV series in front of the heater.

On Christmas Eve, I sat in the teahouse and watched "Love Actually" alone, and the singing of Rollo next door penetrated, I don't know if I was listening to Rollo singing or watching a movie, and the tea that the landlord made for me before going to the bar was also cold with my empty eyes.

There was a woman in a red cheongsam in the teahouse, I knew her, her name was Piaoxue, a friend of mine from my childhood. "You're doing a nice job. She stood in front of me with a smile on her face, and I stood up and walked across from me to pull out a chair for her.

I met her in a taekwondo interest class, I was eight years old and she was eight years old. Later, due to a combat training session, I suffered an ankle injury and terminated, and I lost contact with her from then on. The next time we met was in a grade-improving class, when I was 10 years old, and she was 10 years old. At that time, I liked to make her angry and make her laugh, but instead of liking her or sympathizing with her, I smelled the same smell in her as I did.

At that time, I never liked to go home, my parents were busy with their own business all day, home was nothing more than an empty concrete building for me, so quiet that I could smell the smell of trees mixed with fresh soil after the rain, it was a musty smell that was not popular, not smelled to be exact, it was a feeling, or the uneasiness of a person's manic heart, which she also had, so I liked her and liked to stay with her. She too, her father treated her very badly, and she envied me for having a complete family. We didn't sympathize with each other, we didn't know what sympathy was at that time, we cherished each other more, and we didn't know what cherishing was at that time. I just feel like the feeling of being with each other, I wouldn't use the word "security" to describe it, and all adjectives can't describe that feeling. She likes the dark, but she is afraid of the dark, we have been to the haunted house together, we have been to the cave together, she is very afraid, but she wants to go, after going in and holding my hand, I held the girl's hand for the first time, when we were fourteen years old.

We always liked to be together, and then we became a group of four with a friend of hers and my cousin. And then it doesn't affect me and her liking two people to lean together and talk about their recent misfortunes, which they don't know. Slowly, I don't know when we started talking about misfortune and turned it into her listening to my joys and sorrows, I said, she listened. It has also become a sense of dependence, dependence on her, or just finding an outlet for our grievances, and weekends or holidays are our happiest times.