"On such a hot day, shall we go to Grandpa Feng's house for dinner? Don't you make trouble for him?" Holding the steering wheel, looking at the bright sunshine, the pace was procrastinating, as if the passer-by who couldn't walk, Xiang Chunzao frowned.

"It's okay, I used to eat at his house when I was a child, and he got used to it. Turning his head to look at the two big bags of things in the back seat, Han Qiushi raised the corners of his mouth, "He likes to eat pasta very much, maybe he can use the ingredients you bought at noon today." ＂

"The noodles are too urgent, he didn't choose them carefully, and he didn't know if the two kinds of noodles were to his liking. Looking at the yellow light flashing ahead, Xiang Chun Zao slowed down.

Tugging his hair, he couldn't help but think of the rush into the supermarket just now, forgetting for a moment that he liked others and didn't necessarily like them, and the things he chose were completely based on his feelings, without much consideration. Looking back, I was really frizzy, before entering the supermarket, why didn't I ask Grandpa Qiushi Feng's preferences?

Biting his lip, Xiang Chunzao had no bottom in his heart.

How can it be unsatisfactory? Sister Chunzao, do you know?

You just chose these two thick and thin cuts based on your feelings and habits, but you don't know that these two cuts are your mother's favorite, and Uncle Ping's favorite food, and of course, Grandpa Feng's favorite on the table.

I think that after many years of not seeing each other, the vicissitudes of the world can change people's appearance and personality, but it is not easy to change their dietary preferences.

Therefore, Grandpa Feng should still make a bowl of cold and fragrant fried noodles for us to eat in the hot summer as before.

"What are you thinking about without squeaking?" turned his face and squinted his eyes at Chunzao, "It's a crossroads ahead, how to go?"

"Oh, turn right at the traffic light and go straight. Coming back to his senses and sitting up straight, Han Qiushi said as he stared at the street scene that was not exactly the same as his memory.

On the side of the road, where people and cars were mixed, several people sat in the shade and played poker, and the whole sheep restaurant behind them was ajar, and the business was deserted.

After a closer look, Han Qiushi recognized that this was a sentry box selling newspapers, and a tin house with keys to repair locks.

You don't need to close your eyes to remember, the fat young man in the sentry box, and the slender and tall old man in the tin house are in contrast to each other, and people passing by often see the two of them sitting together working and chatting, and often, they can hear their laughter.

In retrospect, what a beautiful sight it was.

Alas, it's gone, nearly thirty years have passed, the old man should have driven the crane west, the young man should be over half a hundred years old, the years have changed, even if he is here, it is difficult to find a trace.

Looking at the ordinary residential building in front of him, there was no trace of novelty in the same appearance, which made people numb and tired, Han Qiushi's heart suddenly felt extremely melancholy, and he missed the dead sentry box and iron room, and of course, the two people whose images will remain in his memory forever.

If I could meet that chubby young man, no, a middle-aged man called my uncle, I would be overjoyed, and I would have told him that I was the little boy I had been, the little boy who had escaped the rain in front of his newsstand.

"Hey, there seems to be no road ahead, where are you going?" The side of the road was messy, what were you looking at without blinking? Full of doubts, Xiang Chunzao's gentle voice pulled Han Qiushi back to reality.

After settling down, he looked up and down, left and right, hesitated, and pointed to a half-hidden street, Han Qiushi frowned: "It should be there, yes, turn there, behind that building." ＂

"Oh. Answered, stiffened his neck, driving on the broken and narrow road, Xiang Chunzao couldn't help but tense his nerves.

"The conditions here are poor, and most of the people who live here are migrant workers. Looking at the somewhat lazy pedestrians in the past, Han Qiushi could only shake his head and sigh at their peace of mind and not give way.

I've never been here, but isn't the innermost part of the street the old building where Section Chief Zhang's house is located?

Gently pressed the horn, Xiang Chunzao smiled helplessly: "Why is this old lady not afraid of cars, don't you know if she is in the way?

"There's no way, it's all from outside, parents are busy working to make money, and children can only be scattered in the hands of the elderly. The conditions are not good, it would be good to have someone to bring it, what kind of education do you expect? The old city is like this, you should open it slowly. Rolling down the window and poking his head out, Han Qiushi identified the direction, "Go forward and stop under the big locust tree." ＂

The big locust tree? What age is there still a big locust tree? I was stunned for a moment, stepped on the brakes, and felt like I was going back in time and space to the early spring.

When I got out of the car, I looked up and saw a two-story red brick building in front of me.

This... This is the kind of tube building that my family used to live in! What a familiar and intimate feeling.

My heart is hot, my nose is sour, and my eyes are spent.

"What's wrong?" A warm hand was placed on his shoulder, Han Qiushi was a little strange, he hadn't seen Grandpa Feng yet, why did Xiang Chunzao react like this.

"Nothing, that's what the place I lived in when I was a kid. Wiping the corners of his eyes, he bowed his head to Chunzao and straightened the corners of his clothes.

Nostalgia complex, it turned out to be nostalgia complex!

Isn't it yourself?

Although the situation here is not what it used to be, dilapidated and old, when I first moved out of here, I was also very unhappy, and from time to time, I would ride my bicycle back to find Grandpa Feng and find a little friend to play with?

"Boy, what are you doing standing outside on a hot day? Quickly bring your daughter-in-law in and the wind is cool. Thinking about it, with a "squeak", Feng Jun opened the window.

"Oh, Grandpa Feng, wait for me, I'll come right away!" After a loud response, he carried two large bags of fruits, bypassed the abandoned well with the lid locked, and pulled Xiang Chunzao, Han Qiushi up the stairs.

"Give me a pack, it's too heavy. "Why are you excited like a child?" Glaring at him, he stretched out his hand as he spoke.

"No, slow down. Ducking back and looking at his feet, Han Qiushi advised, "It's been a long time here, no one takes care of it, and the steps of this staircase are broken, be careful, don't break your feet." ＂

"Got it, why is it more nagging than Grandpa Feng?" muttered, enjoying the careful care of his lover, Xiang Chunzao's nervousness eased a lot.

"I don't want to say anything more. Turning his head, Han Qiushi squinted, "Do you want to listen?"

"you, it's not in shape. His ears turned red, and Xiang Chunzao remembered the conversation not long ago, stared at his feet, and stopped speaking.

That's good, even if you don't say it, you try your best to hide it, I know that you are uncomfortable, and you forget about your nervousness when you are distracted, glancing at Xiang Chunzao, who is shy about himself, Han Qiu is a lot more down-to-earth.