At noon, Huang Pingfan's bun stall.

Liu Hong looked excited, and at the same time, said to Huang Pingfan with a depressed face: "Chairman, today we are listed ......"

"It's a pity, classmates, it's very shameless. It is estimated that at least more than half of the buns at noon today will remain. Mo Mayang said very bluntly.

"No, why is there suddenly no guest?" Huang Pingfan muttered a little puzzled.

"Why shouldn't it be? Our buns are not even a little bit better than other people's. However, our buns are much, much smaller and more expensive than others.

Besides, eating steamed buns and the like, this is the habit of northerners. For us southerners, the main food will always be rice.

Now, many people prefer such a convenient and quick breakfast. But that's just for breakfast. However, our steamed buns are bought four times a day.

Even at the beginning, someone wants to be fresh, or they come for your fame. However, such freshness comes at a great price, five cents for a bun. Running for your fame, then how famous can you be?

Speaking of which, that's actually it!

After a few days of hustle and bustle, everyone's pockets are not so bulging, so there is not much interest in continuing to patronize your bun order.

Even if you put out the license of the bun shop, it is written on the license plate with a big grin, XXX Co., Ltd., there will not be many people who buy it. ”

Huang Pingfan said a little unconvinced: "How can this be? Shouldn't I be a big hit now, like the sun is in full swing? Tell me, these days, how many times has Principal Yang Bo alone praised us on big and small occasions?"

"Hehe, this kind of petty fight, that's all. To put it simply, it is to be praised and praised by school leaders. Such a so-called glory, at most, is to be able to support others, and patronize your bun stall a few times, and even, the power is not so great.

If you think about it, five cents a bun is a lot of money!

With so much white money, even if people have it in their pockets, why do they have to throw it all to you?" Mo Mayang analyzed carefully.

"Ah, so?" Huang Pingfan heard it, and it seemed that it was really like this, although he had really made a little achievement. However, it is still very small, although I continue to use a lot of propaganda methods, but to put it bluntly, that's what it is.

"The grass is green

Aqua blue

Oh......"

Huang Pingfan was suddenly attracted by the singing on the radio.

He no longer analyzed anything with Mo Mayang and Liu Hong, and only said: "You guys take it first, I have something to do, go out for a walk." ”

After Huang Pingfan finished speaking, he hurriedly walked out of the bun stall.

A person, facing the position of the radio, walked alone in the campus road, quietly listening to the songs played on the radio.

"Deep in the white clouds is hometown

The hometown is in Jiangnan

The rain is vast

The bridge bends

oh

White Sail is a dreamland

Dreamland is in Jiangnan

I don't know when it will be tonight

I don't know what night it is

I only hope that it can be turned into Tang and Song poems

Sleep by your side

I don't know when it will be tonight

I don't know what night it is

I only hope that it can be turned into Tang and Song poems

Sleep by your side

I don't know when it will be tonight

I don't know what night it is

I only hope that it can be turned into Tang and Song poems

Sleep by your side

The grass is green –

Aqua Blue Blue –

oh

Deep in the white clouds is the hometown

Hometown in Jiangnan——

I don't know when it will be tonight

I don't know what night it is

I only hope that it can be turned into Tang and Song poems

Sleep by your side

I only hope that it can be turned into Tang and Song poems

Sleep by your side"

Huang Pingfan listened to the whole song, and he had already burst into tears, and kept muttering: "Sister Qiongzhu, I miss you." ”

Huang Pingfan's mind is full of the shadow of Sister Qiongzhu.

At that time, the three of them, father and daughter, had just come to Liying Middle School.

At that time, Huang Pingfan happened to be holding a football and kicked it hard against the wall of Teacher He Zhaoqing's house.

As soon as he looked up, he saw his sister's beautiful face, delicate figure, and an otherworldly temperament. His whole person seemed to have been crushed by a strong electric current.

At that time, there was a strong thought in his heart: If I can be with such a picturesque woman, even if it is to give me a world, I am not willing to change. It is better to have one person in a lifetime than countless people in the world!

Later, my sister often took her younger brother to sing this song "Remembering Jiangnan" together, and Huang Pingfan always listened to it secretly, and always felt a little intoxicated.

It's just that in reality, many times, the distance from dreams is too far away.

As he grew older, Huang Pingfan knew more and more that it was really difficult for people with disabilities!

Not to mention the malicious harm of others, even if it is full of kindness and help, it can make you very, very uncomfortable many times.

As I drifted farther and farther away, the distance in my heart seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

However, what will never change is that even after two lifetimes, Huang Pingfan's feelings for Sister Qiongzhu are still the same, and they will never fade.

It's just that no matter how much I want to see Sister Qiongzhu again, reason is always hindering, because I really don't have any ability to give my sister a good future.

I am just a mud bodhisattva, I can't protect myself, what can I do to bless my wife and children?

"Sister Qiongzhu...... I miss you so much...... If there is an afterlife...... If there is an afterlife......"

In that remote place, Huang Pingfan, who had long been unable to cry and tears like rain, kept muttering in his mouth.

"If there is an afterlife?"

Huang Pingfan suddenly realized a problem, yes, if there is an afterlife, now, isn't it the afterlife of the previous life?

Now it's the next life!

However, in this next life, do we dare to go to Sister Qiongzhu? Can we go to Sister Qiongzhu?

Sister System said that our rebirth this time can only be a little lame for the rest of our lives. Unless one day, there is an incomparably powerful medical expert in the world who officially solves the big problem of the rebirth of the disabled limbs, otherwise, this is a reality that cannot be changed in a lifetime.

However, Huang Pingfan knew that Sister Qiongzhu later found a handsome and handsome staff member in her unit, or her fellow countryman.

They live a very good life!

Huang Pingfan, even if he is in the next life, still does not dare to take a step forward, only hopes to watch from afar, only hopes to be able to pray for his sister silently, and wish his sister a lifetime of peace, health, harmony, beauty, and happiness.

"I only wish to be able to turn into a poem, Tang and Song Dynasty, and sleep by your side for a long time......" Huang Pingfan chewed on this lyric and kept covering it.

Then, he meditated constantly.

In the end, he kept saying: "If I have children and grandchildren, I really hope that after I die, my children and grandchildren will be able to cremate me."

Then, scatter my ashes into the Qiongzhou Strait, hoping that I can turn into blue waves and sleep in the vast South China Sea......"

"Sister, I miss you so much. However, in my next life, in the next life, and in the next life, it is estimated that I am still far from having the ability and courage to dare to accompany you. I only wish to be able to turn into a small drop of water, sleep in the blue waters of Qionghai, and never regret it again, no longer be lonely. ”

Huang Pingfan's whole person has long been overwhelmed by endless pain, and he can't seem to find a way back. Alone, squatting alone by the grass, crying silently, crying silently, the whole mind is the shadow of my sister.

Until the evening, I searched almost the entire Liying Town, the local students led by Mo Mayang, Zheng Guanfei, Yang Chunquan, and the classmates led by Liu Hong, Peng Qiuyan and others, and finally found Huang Pingfan, who had been in a coma for a long time, by the grass.

When Huang Pingfan woke up, it was already three days and three nights later.

"My head hurts!" Huang Pingfan, who had just woken up, moaned quietly.

"Are you awake?" came a sweet female voice.

"Who am I?Where am I?Where is this?" Huang Pingfan was a little skeptical that he had crossed over again.

The beautiful woman in front of her smiled and asked, "Stupid?"

"Ah, Peng Qiuyan, why are you here? Where is this? What's wrong with me?"