"Hey, silly Bai Tian, listen to the explanation, you are back in Xiamen. ”

"Jielu's mouth is really big. Are you out now, where are you messing around?"

"Come out, now, of course you're with Xiaomei, do you want to come and see us?"

"Okay, in a few days, I've been suffering from an eye problem lately, and I can't see clearly. ”

"Great!"

A month later, I regained my sight.

Xu Hui happened to be not in Xiamen that day, and he went to Quanzhou to attend a party.

It suddenly remembered that I hadn't gone to see Qiao Li yet.

I decided to go out for a walk alone and see their little couple by the way.

The real world is different from the virtual world after all, and I can't help but look around and be full of joy.

After getting off the bus at the intersection of Sibei Road, I began to walk to the top of the overpass.

The one-meter-wide bridge was filled with flowers, trinkets, and fruits, with vermilion bricks on the fence where the flowers were planted, and women shouting softly, and the colors of dusk were suddenly shrouded in the wind.

The old man who pulls the erhu in the heart of the bridge, the white hair on the sideburns swaying with the notes is skinny, desolate and angry.

When I stood on the overpass, standing in the air with nowhere to hide from both sides, and looking at the cars coming and going under my feet, I suddenly felt that life was like this.

Next to him is the hot market, and in my ears is the confusion and loneliness of the vicissitudes of life.

The phone said number 138, and I was standing in the middle of a city full of skyscrapers, and I couldn't figure out what the house number meant.

It wasn't dark yet, but the lights were all on. The lights in the dictionary are just on, and for me now, they are extremely beautiful.

I heard that it was a fork in the right turn, and as soon as I turned around the street corner, I went from the light into the empty darkness.

Xiamen is such a magical city, one second you thought you were in a bustling city, this second she turned into a simple and dilapidated ancient town street.

The very deep alley, seven or eight meters wide, reminds me of the long street in Guangxi on a business trip, which is an inconspicuous town in an inconspicuous province.

"Do you know where number 138 is?"

"I'm number 4, you have to go inside. ”

"Oh, thanks. ”

This is Xiamen - in the place facing the light, squandering its beauty to the fullest, like the sea water of Baicheng, like the temperament of Gulangyu Island, but the place with the light back, the dark street corners, steamed bun shops, small restaurants and snack bars like rural consignment stores, are hidden in the darkness of large areas.

She ran like a child, refreshing her face in the waves of time, and it was this dusk that I chased one of her cells in the wind, and accidentally glimpsed her appearance 30 years ago.

After walking for hundreds of meters, the house number did not mean to appear.

The only few lights at the intersection and the people who opened the doors faded away, and only a bakery with no sign was left in front of him, and the half-gray-haired old man was half-closing the shut-open gate, as if it was about to close.

I hurried over and asked, number 132. As soon as he turned around, he closed the door completely.

As for number 138, I didn't find it myself after all.

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Li came to pick it up.

They make a living selling finger cakes in this small alley.

I didn't expect that there would be a person who could make Qiao Li what she is today, exuding the temperament of a model husband.

What makes me feel very relieved is that the little eyebrows that have recovered their memories are still the same as the little eyebrows when they first met, gentle and elegant, and very cute.

Saying goodbye to them, I hummed a little song and continued to swing, unable to hide the joy in my heart.

I took the bus back and forth between the ferry and Pearl Bay.

In the small alley at the foot of a high-rise building that is more than 2 meters wide, there are people killing ducks, chickens and fish, selling potatoes, sweet potatoes, and radishes, and there is no place for passers-by except for sellers and buyers.

The old street outside the alley, although shabby, has become much more "bright", and the chestnut cakes and coconut cakes not far from the left turn at the intersection are delicious.

Not all landscapes have only one mood, and not all moods see only one landscape.

Looking at the scenery alone, in the free wind.

I also met a beggar who stopped me on the overpass, and based on those eyes, I think I finally understood what "muddy" should look like in my life.

Outside the island is another feeling, the sections of the road before and after the Xinglin Bridge are like floating on dry water, no matter how proud the lights are, you can still feel the trance fog in the air, maybe it is a psychological effect.

After all, the bridge crossed the water and caught the free black algae between this shore and the other.

But I always felt that there was something more and something less in the air, and the more I walked into the land, the more uneasy my heart became.

Or it is getting farther and farther away from the gentle water, getting closer and closer to the stubborn dust, for example, the small factories that end at the mouth of the irrigation mouth, and the gray smoke that occasionally rises, even the light is dyed a layer of brown.

Even if it is an illusion, it is also a small part of the sunburned neck of Xiamen in my eyes.

Finally, it suddenly began to rain, and the dirt on the back of the neck was disguised as a crystal sprinkle on the face, and the umbrella in the fog was the most helpless.

When I returned to the restaurant, I saw the signboard on it clearly, and the original "West" character was directly replaced by Xu Hui with a fiery red rose.

404 Rose Restaurant, a warm current, rising in my heart.

Then I saw Xu Hui, who came back from the rain and took off his mask in style.

Although he was ugly, I still hugged him.

It's a lucky thing for me to end my days of wandering around and land here.

I started to develop recipes that I had never had before, for example, to create my own sour jar.

The benefit of the sour jar is not only the taste, it is a beautiful scenery in the kitchen culture itself.

I chose a beautiful glass jar that I liked, and put my favorite chili, ginger, garlic, lettuce, coriander, sword bean, scallion, and artichoke into it.

When the time comes, the altar is opened, and a breath that precipitates the taste of the years comes to the face.

Take out a small bowl, serve with small porridge, and fry some peanuts, three cups and two light wines, wonderful!

When you are full of wine and food, you sit by the window and watch the twilight toss and fall, the night covers the birds returning to the forest, the pumpkins in the courtyard bear fruit, and the mosquitoes fly around the dead vines.

I couldn't help but recite Tao Qian's poems.

"The forest in front of the Oi Hall, the middle summer storage and the clear yin, the Kai Feng came because of the time, and rushed back and forth to open my chest. Rest and travel idle business, lie up and play the piano. The garden and vegetables have a surplus, and the old valley is still stored in the present; the camp is very good, and it is not admired if it is too sufficient. The spring rice is a fine wine, and the wine is ripe and I pour it myself. The weak son plays on my side, and the language is not sounded. This matter is really fun, and the talk is used to forget the Chinese hairpin. Looking at the white clouds from afar, the nostalgia is deep!?"

Then the sound of protest suddenly sounded in my ears, which I ignored directly......

Ordinary as me, I finally lived a normal life since then.

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