Yan Songjie's family started their return journey, but there was no car to sit on, and the family rode a heavy-duty Phoenix brand bicycle. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Songjie sat sideways on the front bar, his mother sat sideways on the back seat frame, and his father pedaled the bicycle hard, his completely bent figure kept panting.

Yan Songjie didn't expect to go back, Qiao Lin Town was so difficult. Dad was already sweating profusely, and the dark coat he was wearing was already soaking wet. After 35 miles of road, after 40 minutes, I finally returned to Yan Songjie's home in Qiaolin Town.

Yan Songjie's house was built behind the Qiao Lin Removal Team. Between a river and a pond, this land is a father, who carries out the burden on his shoulders, picks up the river mud, fills the pond and accumulates little by little. It has been three years, and it is said that it will be uninterrupted.

"Son, don't you go to play with the children?" the mother watched her son turn straight around in front of the house and behind the house, unable to control her excitement, and sighed with emotion.

"No! I still have to read a book!" Yan Songjie diverted the topic, what was there to play with the little brat.

"Yan Songjie, I'm back!" a smart and crisp voice sounded outside the courtyard.

"Go, call you at dinner!" Mom told with a smile, with a deep sense of love.

"Who!" Yan Songjie was very unfamiliar with this girl's voice, and he felt that he had never heard it!

When I got out of the courtyard gate, I was stunned: "It's you!" A slender and beautiful girl was standing quietly at the gate, looking around as if waiting for something.

"Okay!" Standing outside the courtyard, a girl who was more beautiful than Liang Yuhong and about the same size became angry: "Go to the city! ”

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion. is to describe the relationship between Yan Songjie and this girl!

After more than 30 years, people still know each other: "Meizi!

Boasting over time and space, the stars are moving.

Yan Songjie is not the former Yan Songjie, but from thirty-three years later.

Estrangement!

Han Zhimei is thin and slender, with a quiet, well-behaved, and tranquil personality, and when people meet, they will send out their hearts and have a sense of pity for "I see pity".

"Hmph, bastard! I'll ignore you. Han Zhimei's voice was quiet, like an empty valley orchid, smart and crisp, and she turned her face away with a snort, but her body didn't move. Typical words and deeds are inconsistent.

"Ahh

Is this a pickled girl!Oh! Coax a girl? Or a childhood sweetheart's female companion,What's better to use?

Yan Songjie's brain is running at high speed!

Han Zhimei is the kind of person, love or not, I'm there, not sad or happy, once my heart moves, I will die and die together.

Heavenly Dao! Come out! Heavenly Dao, what should I do!

I don't believe it, after thirty-three years, I still can't get a female doll.

"Meizi, I'm going to get my schoolbag, I'll come right away!" Yan Songjie turned around and rushed back to the room to get the schoolbag.

"Take the schoolbag?" Han Zhimei's pretty face froze for a moment: "Yan Songjie brought me the book?" happily stuck out his tongue and smiled.

Yan Songjie didn't expect that his parents would take him home today. "Sanyou Rental Book House" opened today, Yan Songjie didn't even think about it, he didn't care about asking, and he really didn't ask.

Yan Songjie has the potential to transform into a robot cat, this yellow canvas schoolbag, how can there be everything.

Like Zhao Deping, a panacea, a must-have for every rescue, murder and arson, and a must-have for home travel!

What did it conjure up this time?

I still remember Han Zhimei, when I was a child, my favorite food was the sticky, sweet maltose.

At that time, whenever they heard the sound of "jingling" iron hammering, Yan Songjie and Han Zhimei knew that the mouth-watering snack - maltose was coming.

I saw a middle-aged porter, carrying a basket, shaking a rattle, walking the streets and alleys to sell maltose.

Yan Songjie and Han Zhimei's two dolls will take out the rags that have been collected at home, and the toothpaste tin will be exchanged with the merchant!

Standing on the edge of the two boxy baskets, I watched the merchant put a big log board on top of the basket.

On the board, however, there was a large square of maltose.

Next to it are granular maltose, which are quietly overlapped and piled up in the most conspicuous position.

What a saliva!

Once, Yan Songjie promised Han Zhimei ten miles of peach blossoms, oh! no, a large piece of wheat tooth candy.

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The lumpy maltose is made into a large round sugar cake with a diameter of more than one foot and a thickness of about three inches, with a thin layer of fine white cooked powder on it, and through the sieve of the fine white powder, the cake sugar with spiral patterns is tender jade yellow, and is placed in a large round aluminum plate.

When Yan Songjie and Han Zhimei came, the merchant wedged the edge of the sugar with a planer-shaped iron sheet, and then slammed the back of the iron piece with a small hammer, and with the crisp sound of "ding", a piece of sugar was knocked out.

The blade-shaped iron sheet is like a small shovel, the blade is thin, and the handle is thick, and when the sugar seller is not selling sugar, he taps rhythmically, "Ding Ding Dong", "Ding Ding Dong", and transmits the information of selling sugar to the surrounding areas. Under the white powdered sugar is sticky maltose stained with small hands, sweetening the satisfaction of the little mouth!

The maltose will melt after a long time, so I always have the tangled psychology of wanting to eat it but not willing to eat it, but I have to eat it, and the milky white maltose is eliminated little by little.

Yan Songjie, every time he finished eating, his mouth and little hands were all sticky, with a sweet milk smell, and then Han Zhimei didn't let go of Yan Songjie's little hands and carefully cleaned them.

The white sugar powder at the corner of Yan Songjie's mouth was cleaned by Yan Songjie's own tongue. The most excessive is to add white sugar powder at the corner of Han Zhimei's mouth. I didn't give Han Zhimei a chance, I regret it!