I can understand Perry's jealousy of me, but it's the end of my long crush, and I'm not willing to give up the initiative to anyone else.

I dialed his voice call, and when I got through, I turned on the speakerphone: "We don't have to meet, it's clear on the phone." I used to have low self-esteem, I was so timid, I didn't dare to say my feelings out loud, I regretted it, I regretted it three years ago, I regretted that I missed the age to let go and love. Now, let me tell you, I liked you three years ago, I liked you all year ago, and I liked you from the first time you held a little yellow umbrella with me. ”

"Forehead ......"

In "Looking for Mom", the male protagonist has been looking for many years, and finally found her holding a little yellow umbrella, and the long and arduous journey of finding love has come to an end. It's a pity that the little yellow umbrella is nothing more than a lie that has lasted for ten seasons.

"You don't have to be bothered by my confession, I just selfishly don't want my precious feelings to end up - under the stars of the prairie, I wanted to have an end with you, confessing my crush on you, but I didn't say it, because I still cared about you at that time. I used to be happy with a bottle of Coke, but now that I'm older, I need to drink a bottle of beer. I did like you, but what is more important to me now is that at the end of this story, I bravely stood up and faced my old feelings. In the future, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and we will have a period in the future. ”

I didn't wait for him to respond, and I hung up.

Perry's face turned blue and red, probably because I said something she didn't dare to think of in public, and I was relaxed, pulled the soy sauce and left.

"Wow, you're so handsome, I'm scared silly today. ”

My palms were covered in cold sweat, and I was in my pants pocket at the moment, pretending that nothing had happened. It is my greatest honor to have you behind me.

"Tsk, he actually knows so many girls, have you ever thought that Weilin is gay? ”

"Hahaha!" I laughed three times and shook my head.

"Do you think he would be a legend in the industry if he sells insurance?"

I paused, pondered the possibility, and nodded, "Maybe." I'm afraid that the popularity in the school is just the resources he has at hand, and one day, he will fade away from his youthfulness and become an adult who strategizes and makes things happen in the real sense, puts away the big net in the fish pond, and walks away with the beautiful woman of the incense car. What does this have to do with me?

After such a day, I dragged my tired body to open the door of the house, and the black dog gently jumped on the shoe cabinet, tilted his head to watch me change my shoes, and then tilted his head to make me scratch my chin.

"Wash your hands, we're ready to eat. Dad shouted at me from the kitchen.

"Oh!" is my real life.

The black dog jumped off the shoe closet, its long nailed paws on the ground, making a click, and the dominoes pushed another one forward.

Soy sauce and I didn't end up taking the job. Soy sauce told me that when I went to the toilet, I heard people talking about it, and the first batch of interns continued one after another, until all of them quit last week. You said that this is an important stall, and you can sign a contract after a while, why did you leave?

I think her reluctance to take risks was one reason, and the other reason was naturally her reluctance to go back and face Perry and my Shura field.

With soy sauce as an example, I no longer hesitated and wrote back to the project teacher to refuse the job. The reason for the rejection is simpler: I don't want to. I don't want to go into the city in a bottle and be a bird in the city, I want to be a simple person, living passionately and ordinary. As for what other people think, I don't care.

Qingming Festival is coming as scheduled. I took my dad with me, and my dad took my grandma to visit the grave.

Overhead, the shadows of the trees swayed and rustled. The air was filled with the scent of trees and earth, wet and cool. When we arrived at my grandfather's grave, we knelt down and kowtowed in turn, and my father put his grandfather's favorite liquor in front of the tombstone, and lit the Chinese cigarettes that he loved to smoke but was reluctant to smoke.

The tormenting thing about love is that you can have illusions about the future, but you can't look back. Parting breaks memories into pieces, and if you are not careful, you will be scratched by sharp edges and corners.

Grandma didn't cry like before, she looked at the text on the tomb fixedly, and said, "Old man, I can also play WeChat." If you're free, remember to leave me a message. ”

The soot flew with the wind in the direction of the sky. I looked up, and it was clear. The things that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time seem to be blown away by the wind. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Whether it's the love of the past, whether it's love, whether it's love, whether it's love, or Mu, it's goodbye.

After Qingming, it rained a fine and dense and continuous rain.

There was nothing to do at school for a while, so I ran to the company every day to do some errands. When the sky clears, many new shoots emerge from the soil, tender and green, which makes people feel happy.

In stark contrast to the spring-like plants, the roadside shops are closed one by one, and a fence has been built high outside the gate. The ordinance to rectify the cityscape has closed the hustle and bustle of the old days from human feelings, from snacks to large scallion pancakes, yellow stewed chicken, barbecue stalls, spicy hot, meat buns, claypot rice, rice noodle shops...... All quietly left. The charming aroma of food has not dissipated, the kitchen waste water flowing everywhere has been removed, the story is over, the people are gone, and the breath of real market life has been extinguished by the smell of drunkenness. The magic capital wants to put us all into the glass ball, the glass ball is like spring all year round, there is no need to eat, drink and Lazar, there is no birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone wears luxurious clothes and chews a meal replacement tablet of vitamin ABCSEFG.

I leaned on the glass of the bus, listened to the broadcast of "Let's Scatter" on my mobile phone, and actually began to envy my father's mouth, burning his explosive head, wearing a floral shirt and bell bottoms, riding a permanent bicycle, and carrying four horns on the street.

Scatter / admit it / forget it / let it go / don't be afraid of pain / the heart is not false / the fate is so short / people are so stupid.

The turn of the car, the familiar intersection, awakened my memory. When I was in kindergarten, there was a wonton stall around the corner of the road. The family's surname is Xu, 30 years ago came to Shanghai to work, there are three children at home - the eldest sister Chunhua, the second sister Xia Hua, the third brother Qiushi, I don't know that these three children who are one year old apart are the boss lady spent a lot of hard work to raise and bring up, at that time, people turned a blind eye to women's dedication.

The Xu family only does morning and afternoon markets, and there are all kinds of dim sum in the morning market, which are basically the common fried dunzi, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, flower rolls, wontons, and vermicelli soup that are common in the magic capital; the lunch market only sells vegetable rice and bone broth, and the side dishes are made six or seven kinds according to the price of the vegetable market, and one pot after another is stacked in the insulated glass cabinet, and the common dishes are braised pork ribs, braised chicken legs, vegetarian chicken, and tomato scrambled eggs. The proprietress felt sorry for the boss and asked him to sleep a little longer, while the boss took care of the proprietress and let her rest more. In the evening, time was left for the three children, and the family went to bed early at eight or nine o'clock, and at three o'clock in the morning a new day of fighting began.

The dimly lit and cramped space of the wonton stall is a model for the closure of the wonton stall now, with a large shed outside the stall, with a plastic tarpaulin as the roof and a metal frame as the support, and only when the outdoor is full, customers will reluctantly go to sit indoors.

In addition to students like me, there are all kinds of people who come here for breakfast, they wear all kinds of clothes, speak local dialects, care about different current affairs, I comb my pigtails, hold buns and soy milk, shuttle between their different worlds, like a small bean sprout.

My favorite thing is when the rain is clear, the proprietress holds a big wooden stick, tiptoeing, and shouts "The rain is coming" while poking the plastic greenhouse, and the water falls down the sloping corner, like a waterfall.

When I was a child, I didn't realize the ritual sense of this breakfast, and it was almost like a family of three going downstairs sparsely and saying hello to the proprietress - "Two bowls of small wontons and one bowl of large wontons." ”

"Okay—"

Now I know that it is a kind of happiness for a family of three to eat together.

The Xu family's wontons are cooked in small pots – so long has passed that I can barely name the pot – but vaguely remember that its shell is cloisonné-colored, round and short, and the pot handle is a metal two square buckles, which need to be served with steamer tongs every time it is served, and only one pot can be served at a time, which is particularly interesting.

The filling of his small wontons is wrapped in a square skin, it looks like there is a lot of meat filling, and it is all skin in one bite, as a person who likes to eat wonton skin, I love the wrapping method of this wonton. The proprietress wraps the wontons very quickly, the chopsticks have to be wrapped in three times five divided by two seconds, and the small wontons roll in the grate, like a group of sunny dolls. The soup of the small wonton is pregnant with extraordinary power in simplicity, seaweed, shrimp skin, and pepper are the talents of Zhuge and sesame oil, green onion are the plus points, and the thinly cut egg skin is a stroke of genius.

My dad prefers big wontons, small wontons are three yuan a bowl, large wontons are five yuan a bowl, and the big wontons filled with shepherd's cabbage and meat are as full as ingots, a bowl of eight, which is rich enough for breakfast. Every time, my dad would put two into my mother's small pot, and my mother would push it back, and I would exchange three small wontons with him, blowing while holding the big wontons and blowing while observing the traffic and people on the road. The proprietress and the old woman were busy at the stall, and all kinds of voices were endless.

Later, I went to junior high school, a few stops away from home, and I still often had breakfast at Xu's house, but usually my dad parked the moped on the side of the road, and I would twist and jump out of the car and get a few dollars of steel hammer. Without me opening her mouth, the proprietress neatly took out two buns from the cage drawer, one vegetable and one meat, and then took out soy milk from the bucket of warm water and stuffed it into a plastic bag for me. Breakfast was not allowed in the classroom, and I usually ended the fight in the car, and most of the time, I would stuff meat buns to my dad and say "I'm full". Walking into the school gate and quietly turning around, my father had already eaten the meat buns. He turned around, and the moped disappeared into the road.

The wonton stall is long gone, but the image that impresses me the most is still the phrase "the rain is coming-", as if the rain can really be summoned at any time.

When I went to school, there was no one to take care of my family, so my mother would fill the fridge with a full box of wontons for dinner for me to cook myself. Mom's wontons are the real thing, sandwich meat, eggs, green onions, sesame oil, salt, monosodium glutamate are mixed together to make a strong start, and then cut into diced bamboo shoots, diced mushrooms, chopped green vegetables and shrimp, wrapped into a round ingot. The soup is a pork bone broth stewed by my mother in advance, which can be eaten only by heating, and this bowl of wontons is extremely light and full of nutrients, which is a gentle power to the bone.

The little bean sprouts that I was given a critical illness notice from birth were pulled into sturdy chicken leg mushrooms little by little, and I completely relied on my conscientious mother. Good is like water, water benefits all things without fighting, everything needs water, but no one loves water. At the moment, Dad and Mom are still in a delicate state of cold war, he didn't make a request, and she turned a blind eye, like two children who were angry for candy, stubbornly refusing to bow their heads. There is no reconciliation between them, and I don't want to interfere, I hope my mother will give herself a little more time, to love herself, to be herself, to let herself go, to understand what is the value of this trivial marriage in addition to raising children...... This is in line with my own concept of love, first there are people, then there are followers, and first love yourself, then you can reach others.

I looked down at the insignificant smartphone in my hand - MP3 has withdrawn from the stage of history, phablets are used in the streets and alleys, takeaway phones have become takeaway apps, shared bicycles are popular, and mobile phone payment has replaced RMB - the past will eventually dissipate, leaving people with only old memories.

A melodious parting song sounded in the car, and I noticed that I had arrived at the terminal, grabbed my bag and jumped out of the car in three steps and two steps. Touching my stomach, the two biscuits that I stuffed randomly in the morning have long been gone, so it is better to go to the dark food street to eat a bowl of wontons.

Dark Restaurant Street has been reborn one summer and changed contractors, but those of us who have been eating since the days when takeout orders were flying all over the world can't change our mouths, and we still habitually call it Dark Restaurant Street.

Today, the dark restaurant street is like a cafeteria, surrounded by new shops of various colors, and in the middle area is a series of tables, chairs and benches, which are especially conspicuous if there are few people.

It was in this situation that I saw the brakes. He didn't know what kind of pasta he was eating, so he took off his glasses, and I had a ghost in my heart, so I sneaked into the corner, but I didn't expect to be caught by him.

"Little plum?"

I held the wonton and didn't necessarily have to run in three steps or two steps, so I could only bite the nail on the head and sit across from him.

"Learn ...... Seniors are good ......"

He was wearing a white T-shirt today, his hair hung softly, and he faintly smelled of soap and clean, like my neighbor's Samoyed who had just taken a shower, which made me want to stroke my head. When he saw me staring at him, he immediately put on his glasses, which made him look more like a Samoyed with glasses.

"Why did you come back today. "I just found out that he had Jinling duck vermicelli soup sold in the stall next door in his bowl, and an empty plate at hand should be a duck meat cage - ah, big dogs just have good appetites.

"We took a two-inch photo this afternoon, which is the one we will use on our graduation certificate. I lowered my head and stirred the wontons in the bowl, afraid that he would ask me about the interview and scold me for not being motivated.

"Oh...... It's about the same time. This session has passed so fast. He sighed, "Then why did you come back so early?" ”

I smiled sheepishly, "Girls are not allowed to paint for hours to put on makeup." ”

The brakes choked, speechless and choked, "Boys and girls are really different, I remember that I took pictures in the morning, and I only got out of bed ten minutes before the meeting." ”

"Can you still see that?" I unknowingly, I scooped a spoonful of wontons and put it in my mouth.

"Of course not, my hair," he said, raising his arms and making an exaggerated comparison to a Maorilan hairstyle, "so tall." ”

"Hahaha, don't poke the person next to you. I laughed.

"Then you have to ask my brother next to me if he is bleeding. He also smiled, a rare humor, lowered his head and took a sip of fans, and the two of them took off their restraints and chatted happily.

"It's been a year since I died, where can I ask? I followed his boring words and continued to pick up even more boringly.

"It's okay, buddy has a lot of blood, he can run and jump, I'll see you next time. ”

He said this, completely unaware of my hand as he put down the spoon, as if he didn't realize what he had just said.