On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the most lingering thing in the air is the smell of gunpowder. On the day of welcoming the God of Wealth, the common people will not be stingy with strings of firecrackers. The crackling sound connects the taste of the New Year, although with the rapid development of society, the taste of the New Year has become weaker and weaker.

Most of the businesses on the street corners are closed, and a few that open early welcome not only customers, but also a hardship of life. Lao Sun Noodle Restaurant is such a shop, Lao Sun Tou put up the signboard of the business early, and he was busy before and after.

Originally, the business of the noodle restaurant was still very good, and the life was quite well-off. It's just that Aunt Sun's unexpected illness caught the family off guard. Coupled with the children who are going to college, the old grandson can't wait to earn money for him 48 hours a day.

My old neighbor for many years can not do much, except for the 1,000 yuan I gave when I visited Aunt Sun at the beginning, I can only take care of the noodle restaurant business in my spare time. You have to rely on yourself to live!

When Ye Xianxian asked me what I wanted to eat, I thought of my old grandson, who was in his early fifties, but his hair was gray, and he was distressed. Let's eat noodles! Thinking of the old grandson's Yangchun noodles, his stomach is not angry.

The noodle shop is not big, but every corner is clean. I casually found a table and sat down, I handed my grandson a cigarette, "Uncle, how is my aunt doing?"

"It's okay, I guess I'll have to have an operation after the year. Lao Sun Tou put the cigarette on his ear and rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, "I'll give you two bowls of beef noodles, the beef that just arrived yesterday." ”

"Okay! What about Aoyama?" Aoyama is the son of Lao Sun Tou, who is studying in college.

"Qingshan is going to take the postgraduate entrance examination next year, I will let him read more books at home!" Lao Sun Tou carried a pot of boiling water and added it to the noodle pot, "It won't help much if you come, it's better to read more books, and have more opportunities to stay in the big city in the future, it's better than us." ”

The rickety figure shuttled between the stove and the dining room, and said hello to two bowls of hot noodles, and the old grandson beckoned the other guests to go.

Life may not be easy, but at least it didn't defeat the old grandson. Straightening his waist, the old grandson has his own persistence and responsibility. I admire this kind of man!

Ye Xianxian has no such life experience, and a girl like her who grew up in a greenhouse will always yearn for an exciting life. As everyone knows, the plain and warm life is the most worth cherishing.

Eating noodles without a match, Ye Xianxian seemed to be the one who was competing just now, and she was excited endlessly:

"You were so handsome just now, why is it different from what we learned?"

"Mine is called leg sweeping, and what you learn is called leg springing. ”

"Then you teach me, your legs are too handsome just now. Ye Xianxian also gestured with his hand for what I had just done.

"It's going to make your legs thick, it's not for you girls. After chewing hard, I quickly pushed it off. Although Ye Qianqian is a good girl, I only have Liu Yuxi in my heart now, although there is no substantial progress at present, but it is always going in a good direction. I don't want a girl to stir up something at this time.

"I don't think your legs are thick, you're not an excuse, are you?"

"Why, you look at the girls who practice sanda, which one do you look at the slender body? Some girls have too much exercise, and the hypermetabolism will also cause hair to grow vigorously, do you know this? It is to grow leg hair or something, which is quite scary. "Don't delay your life's work, I'm guilty." Good, good!"

"No, will I? Ye Qianqian pursed her mouth, "Your excuse is too clumsy." It also promotes hair growth, why didn't I see you become a gorilla!"

"It was really locked up in the zoo, didn't this sneak out? "It's true that young women of knowledge are not so easy to fool. I snorted, "Seriously, this girl doesn't practice these fights and kills so badly." Affect the image, right? At least it doesn't match your literary temperament. ”

"Cut, it's all an excuse. I kind of get it, you just don't want to teach me, perfunctory to me. ”

"I said beauty, is this Ye Chengfeng pursuing you? I am so confused that I may have mixed up your marriage. Although I don't like this Ye Chengfeng's character, his appearance is very good with you. Maybe after some training from you, you can turn back and have a golden boy and girl. It is said that it is better to demolish a temple than to destroy a marriage. Now that I think about it, I may have been a sinner. I have to go to Tianmin Temple to repent quickly. ”

I really didn't want to continue to go deeper with Ye Xianxian, so I hurriedly made a move Tai Chi.

"You don't change the topic!" Ye Xianxian's face was slightly red, and he paused, but still said, "Don't listen to people chewing their tongues, Ye Chengfeng and I have nothing." ”

"Hmph, since you won't teach me, then you have to tell me how that scar on your body came about. Ye Xianxian showed a hint of cunning in her eyes, "You won't say that it grew by yourself, right?" ”

I understand Ye Xianxian's curiosity, she wants to hear the heroic story of my scar, and she, a girl with a life background, is somewhat curious. It's just that my scar really doesn't have a heroic story, and I was attacked and cut by someone inexplicably, which is somewhat shameful. So I really don't want to be mentioned about the origin of this scar.

Just as I was hesitating how to avoid the question, the old grandson at the door was loudly scolded by two young men with dyed yellow hair.

Looking up, one of them with a scar on his forehead I still know, called Fan Jun. When I went to school, I was a restless master, skipping school, fighting, blackmailing classmates, and I was quite capable of making trouble anyway. Until one day, when I stopped Liu Yuxi on the road, I bumped into him. At that age, I was also the most angry age. Endless energy is waiting for me to vent. It was a fist and kick when they went up, and they were a group of three, and they were really trained by me to kneel and beg for mercy.

The matter did not end here, and within a few days, Fan Jun led seven or eight second-rate people in society to find me. It was also them who pointed back, Wang Weixin and Lu Bingtao were at home that day. Next, we had a real practical lesson. However, I shot hard in this lesson, kicked off Fan Jun's hand, and left the scar on his forehead. Eventually, the school found out about it, and I was given a major demerit. However, Fan Jun never appeared at school again.

After many years, I still recognize him at first sight.

At this time, Fan Junzheng and another young man were carrying a bag of tea leaves with unknown flavors, forcing the old grandson to buy it for 500 yuan.

Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs travel thousands of miles to eat. I really haven't made any progress in so many years. I sighed in my heart.

Although he is such an unpopular hooligan, it still makes Lao Sun Tou tremble. The common people are most afraid of causing trouble, and they open the door to do business. Although it hurts to give out 500 yuan, it is better than getting into trouble.

The old grandson hesitated and took out five hundred yuan, ready to hand it out.

"Take it!" I stepped forward and threw the yellowed tea bag on Fan Jun's body.

Fan Jun was about to get angry, but when he saw me, he was stunned. I know, he recognized me, too. Seeing the scar on his forehead that was still clear, it would be hard for him to forget me.

The yellow-haired man next to him obviously didn't understand the twists and turns between us, and couldn't help it, and pointed his finger at me and said sharply, "Who the didn't pull your pants and let you out, don't you need to clean up?"

Before I could speak, a magnetic baritone voice sounded behind the yellow hair: "Isn't this my brother wood?"

Chen Zhijun and seven or eight black-clad bodyguards were looking at me with a smile.

"You're going to eat noodles too?" I smiled faintly at him.