Qinchuan Province has a long history and culture of China, and every inch of land has set foot in the traces of the life of the Chinese ancestors. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If Lin Zeng currently lives in Qinghe City, Haixi Province, in the history of China, can only be regarded as a southern wilderness, civilization gradually rose from the Song Dynasty, and only in modern times did a group of characters recorded in history books appear. Na Lin Zeng's hometown of Jiyang City is famous in the history books.

Breathing in the dry and fierce wind of the north, returning to his hometown from the rainy and humid south, Lin Zeng only felt alienation and distance. After years away from home, he had almost forgotten what it was like to live here.

More precisely, he didn't want to think about the traces of his life here.

Last year, Qingming returned to his hometown to sweep the tomb, he took annual leave, trains, buses, buses, and then urban and rural buses, all the way, cleaning the tombstones, taking care of the dry weeds, without saying hello to anyone, catching the last bus, back to the railway station in Yiyang City, spending the night at the station, and returning to Qinghe City on time.

Today, his situation is completely different, but his mood has not changed much. He still didn't want to stay in that town for long, and after cleaning and tidying up his parents' grave, he was ready to leave immediately.

After getting off the plane, he did not follow the previous mode of transportation, but made a phone call to a car rental agency near the airport, rented a durable domestic ordinary car, and drove back to his hometown of Dingmin Town, Xingyuan County, according to the navigation.

The Qinchuan Ancient Road has also undergone such amazing changes over the years, but the development of the northwest is much more difficult than the cities on the southeast coast.

After driving for more than an hour, Lin Zeng arrived at the intersection of Xingyuan County Expressway.

The memories of living here for 20 years began to become clear, and scenes that he thought he had forgotten for a long time flew through his mind.

He drove his car through the prosperous streets of Xingyuan County. Rao is an ancient city that is thousands of years old, and it is difficult to preserve the historical style under the monstrous wave of reconstruction. Commercial houses, shops along the street, concrete floors, and plausible buildings.

The situation in Siming County, where Jiangfeng Town, Jianghua's hometown, is located, is obviously a very small minority in China.

The car turned a corner and drove into a branch road, Lin Zeng caught a glimpse of an old-fashioned commercial housing community in the nineties, and at the entrance of the old community, several old people were sitting around, basking in the sun and chatting.

A Liangpi shop that looks very old, there are four or five people standing in line.

Lin Zeng's eyes froze, the vehicle slowed down, and his eyes stopped for a moment before he stepped on the accelerator slightly and drove away from this position.

He raised his hand and wiped it on his face, his eyes were a little red, and he looked at the road ahead and muttered to himself.

"It's been almost 20 years, and my aunt's business is still so good. ”

After about 15 minutes of driving northwest of the county, Lin Zeng parked his car in an open-air parking lot and walked to a small restaurant.

At this time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was too late to go to Dingmin Town at this time. He found a hotel in Xingyuan County to stay.

Walking into this small shop called "Aunt Yuan's Canteen", Lin Zeng found a corner spot to sit down. A young clerk, holding the menu, walked to the table with a smile, with an authentic Xingyuan County accent, and asked politely, "Guest, what do you want to eat?"

"Meatballs and spicy soup, mutton buns, steamed mutton, elbow in sauce, two bowls of gnocchi noodles, and then help me pack five fried hemp flowers that the proprietress is good at. Lin Zeng didn't look at the menu, and almost didn't have to think about it, he blurted out a series of dish names.

"Ouch," the young waiter laughed when he heard this, he quickly jotted it down on the menu, and then said with a smile, "It's all the specialty dishes in our store, little brother is fresh, or I thought he was a regular customer!"

Then let the old Qin rice peel stall on the opposite street send two rice peels over and ask for his family's special chili oil. Lin Zeng finally admonished.

This sentence made the young waiter take aback, stunned for a moment, and then spread his smile and said: "You are an old customer of our store, right?

"Let's serve. Lin Zeng nodded, didn't explain much, and said with a smile

While waiting for the food, Lin Zeng took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Hua.

In the past two days, the weather in Beijing was good, and Jiang Hua finally got rid of the days of eating and drinking, and on the weekend, he and the teachers who participated in the training together visited the well-known scenery of the capital very smoothly.

"Ahh

When a bowl of fragrant meatball hot and sour soup was brought to Lin Zeng, Lin Zeng put down his mobile phone, and as soon as he picked up the spoon, he heard a somewhat familiar greeting.

He turned his head to look at the voice, a middle-aged woman with a round face and fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows, staring at beautiful eyebrows, she was wearing a navy blue full-body apron, but she did not look old, her body was plump, and she had the posture of a.

"Aunt Yuan. Lin Zeng put down the spoon in his hand and greeted him with a smile.

This woman in her fifties is the proprietress of this small restaurant, with a particularly charming Guanzhong accent.

"Ah, Lin Wazi, I guess if you will come back tomorrow and clean up for your father. Aunt Yuan's voice was crisp and rhythmic, sounding like a mountain song, "Your second uncle came to my store a while ago to ask you, and I sent him away." It's really vicious in his bones, he took Juanzi's property, and he was embarrassed to hit your attention. ”

The proprietress of Aunt Yuan's canteen has a very special name, surnamed Lu and Lan Shi. She used to be a middle school classmate of Lin Zeng's mother, but her friendship was not deep. She can recognize Lin Zeng at a glance because Lin Zeng has been in the restaurant on weekends and noon and night meals in the past few years from junior high school to high school, helping to earn living expenses.

Lu Lan is a good person, when Lin Zeng worked, he never criticized him, she said to the outside world that Lin Zeng was her nephew, only helping in the store, and in fact, he didn't pay a penny. He also often packs excess dishes in the restaurant, so that Lin Zeng, who is in the growth and development period, has meat for three meals and eats a full stomach.

Otherwise, when he goes back from work, not to mention leftovers, he won't even have a cold steamed bun.

"Lin Wazi, why did you come back early this year?" Lu Lanshi beckoned to the waiter who served the dishes, put it in front of Lin Zeng, and added a plate of sauced beef on his own, "In previous years, you always came back on the day of Qingming Festival?"

"Well, this year there is a lot of time, so it's a little early. Lin Zeng watched Lu Lanshi pull out the chair opposite him and look like he was sitting down and talking.

"Oops, you kid has been in the South for so many years, and your accent has changed. Lu Lanshi said with emotion.

Lin Zeng didn't want to mention his life more, so he took a sip of the sour and hot soup of meatballs with the same taste, and asked instead: "Aunt Yuan, over the years in the store, the craftsmanship is still so good, and the apprentice of the master master has become a master?"

"Alas," Lu Lanshi, who spoke sharply, changed his expression quickly, and in the blink of an eye, his eyebrows drooped, he sighed, shook his head helplessly and said, "Xingyuan's environment is getting worse and worse." It's okay today, a few days ago, when the wind was strong, the sand could paste your mouth, go out, and come back as a native. You know that when I opened a shop, I used all the good goats in Beishan Village in the Northwest Highlands, but now there is less and less grass in Beishan Village, and the quality of the sheep is not good, and many old customers for more than ten years have complained to me that the taste of our steamed mutton and mutton buns is not as good as before, but can I blame me? ”

Aunt Lu Lanshi was angry, and unconsciously complained a few more words.

She knew Lin Zeng's temper and didn't like to talk, and after complaining, she didn't expect him to respond more, and finally added, "Lin Wazi, you eat so well, Aunt Yuan is busy in the back kitchen." ”