Manly finally took a break from work,

Sitting on a chair next to the sentry box, he was carefully filling out the duty sheet.

"Is it Manly?"

Manli looked up and saw a well-dressed old lady looking at her eagerly with the support of an officer.

Manli quickly stood up, "Yes." ”

The old lady was overjoyed, and walked a few steps closer to raise her hand to hold her, but she was afraid of being abrupt, so she hurriedly said, "You get off work, I see that you have already handed over the shift,"

"Yes, who are you?" Manli must have doubted, the rules and regulations, and the standing posture is an intuitive embodiment of good upbringing.

The more the old lady looked, the more pleased. "Oh, my surname is Xu, and I was in Yinyue that day......"

Manli remembered that it was her mother-in-law's family who rescued her that day. Manly laughed, "Is that old man better?" ”

The old lady nodded, "You were right that day, and you will ...... after being sent to the hospital."

Get rid of the strangeness, and then communicate a lot more relaxed.

The old lady took the initiative to reach out again.

Manli also politely handed over her right hand and told her to hold it.

"Thank you, thank you, if it weren't for your decisive rescue that day, my second mother-in-law wouldn't know...... I've been looking for you for a long time, no. Today, my boy passed by here and saw you and quickly told me, or you didn't have a clue, and you didn't leave a name at the time......"

"You're welcome, this is what I have to do, I'm a doctor. ”

"Anyway, I've always wanted to express my gratitude, if it's convenient for you, can I treat you to a meal now, really, girl, it's worth it to fulfill my wife's wish......"

really

In the past, I took it accurately,

It's hard to resist the hospitality,

The old man came to invite him personally, and it was really hard for Manli to refuse......

Until I got in the car,

Manli was taken aback,

Haruka on the driving turned his head and smiled at her,

The old lady who sat in the back seat after her smiled and introduced, "This is the past, I am a lonely old woman." His parents are abroad, and he is the only one at home who takes care of me. ”

Mo said,

Even Yaoxi was surprised for a while, my aunt liked her too much, so she said it with a bald mouth about the family's affairs?

Manli was a little embarrassed,

It's all strung together,

Realizing that he might be a scheming little gang, even more embarrassed.

What do you eat? Mullet roe.

Mullet, scientific name mullet, because of the black back, Hokkien language is called by the homonym "black fish".

The sea area at the southern end of the Taiwan Sea is the world's unique rare mullet spawning ground, around November every year, the cold wind blows in winter, and the mullet school migrates south from the coastal area of the mainland where it lives, to spawn in the Eluanbi sea area at the southern tip of Tainan, and then turns back to become "Huitou Wu". With this favorable time and place, Taiwanese fishermen are fortunate to catch mullet and make high-priced "mullet roe" and sell it for profit, and the fishermen regard it as a "year-end bonus" given by God, and it is also an annual fishing event.

During the banquet, the old lady also said that her ancestral home is in the Taiwan Strait, and it is no wonder that she knows so much about the cooking of mullet roe.

And when she saw this mullet roe, what came to Manli's mind was when she came to eat this thing with Zhaozhao. Here's how he described it:

"Cooking mullet roe is a haunting foreplay.

You see, first peel off the outer membrane of the whole mullet roe, wipe it clean, put it in a pan, soak it in sorghum wine for about a minute, and then use a lighter to light it directly on the mullet roe and cook it again, and then put it on a simmer to fry it. If you have the best quality in your hands, of course, you don't want to be so sloppy: wipe and wipe it as it is, and roast it slowly over charcoal. At the same time, take a piece of fat and tender green onion, cut it diagonally, dip it in aged Huadiao wine, carefully apply it repeatedly on the surface of mullet roe until the aroma is overflowing, and take out the thin slices cut into Shanghai rice cakes and serve on the plate.

The roasted mullet roe has a salty aroma with fishy sweetness, and it feels a little tough and powdery at first. Chewing repeatedly, the mouth and tongue are gradually spreading out of the sticky swirl, and the delicate grain of the roe can be faintly touched...... Ouch, if you have another bite of Kinmen sorghum, it's better not to say anything......"

Manli wanted to laugh when she remembered the way she looked and reveled while talking. Can't help it, at this time, the lips also bent out of a pleasant arc, which in the eyes of outsiders, is the appearance of "showing off the wisdom", the person is clean, a kind of rich and beautiful, Sven delicate, quite pleasing to the eye......

Look at the conversation again,

Chatting with the elderly about some topics is also solemn and easy-going,

The old lady mentioned her favorite painter Hazelnut, and it just so happened that Qu Shuqing also admired this, so Manli did talk to her.

"Mr.'s paintings are not afraid of small, every flower and grass is always about love, and all living beings are about love. People who have lived like that will be moved when they see Mr.'s paintings, and they will think of their own days. If you don't live like that, you will yearn for a society that is free from the world when you see your husband's paintings......"

The old lady nodded when she heard this,

The boy speaks unhurriedly,

It gives people the feeling that it is very similar to the painting of Hazelnut: gentle and frugal, spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently.

It's not a matter of making people like it in their hearts.

After Manli left, the old lady sat in the car on the way back and looked out the window and sighed, "What a rare good boy." ”

Haruka, who was driving, smiled and looked in the rearview mirror.

"You're also overrated, it's good, it's rare, it's hard to talk about. ”

Who knows, the old lady seems to be stuck in a memory and didn't come out for a while,

Leaning back in the chair. Looking at the street scene flying outside the window, in his eyes, there are vicissitudes of life, but also full of nostalgia,

"How is it not rare that now how many children can appreciate hazelnut meander,

His paintings are not paintings, they are realms. There are very few painters who have reached such a state. Chinese painting pays attention to brush and ink, artistic conception, and self-entertainment. It is not paying attention to expressing humanistic care to the public, resulting in Chinese painting indulging in flowers, flowers, mountains and rivers since ancient times, and not assuming heavy social responsibilities.

His paintings are everywhere to warn the world. Is there a lack of love in our world? He said, if you love, life is lovely everywhere, and it is precisely because of his compassionate heart that we know that there will be a rainbow after the storm in life, and let us cherish the precious rest of our lives after the disaster. Reading his paintings, not to look at but to read, to read in the heart has to speak silently, the kind of vernacular finishing touch, the life is clearly layered, quiet as the morning and beautiful as the dusk......"

In the past, I also relaxed a lot, feeling the poetic praise of this aunt for the painter,

But he didn't smile again.

"It's a pity that I only paint for one person in my life, and that person falls, and his inspiration dies. ”

"Don't say that about her!"

The aunt in the back seat suddenly stood up very seriously.

Haruka wrinkled his nose, looking quite cute.

He knew that the "she" that his aunt said was a woman.

This "she" is not a hazelnut roundabout,

but

Hazelnut's only muse in her life,

MEI Jingqun,

It is also a person who is not easy to mention in my aunt's generation, but I am sincerely loyal in my heart......

ay

A generation of "red-faced overlords", how many people have been taken away,

There are too many to say with her, too many to say, too to say......