Thick fog locked the river. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe smell of fish wafts through the air in the early morning.

White smoke was already rising from the stalls on the side of the bluestone road. People became vague in this thick mist. The water in the soup pot boiled, and Zhu Xiaobing's wonton stall also started a day's livelihood.

Pedestrians rushing to work on the narrow bluestone road. The ringing of the bicycle comes and goes. Because of the whole fog, the bluestone road was wet, and then a woman's shout came: "Gua Wazi, you run slowly, you fell into the river and were taken away by the old turtle and turtle." ”

This is a bluestone road built along the river, which is very short. Due to its age, the bluestone pavement has been very smooth. If there is moisture, some children are prone to falling.

Although there is a guardrail along the river on Bluestone Road, it is in disrepair and the guardrail is intermittent. This is a small village born by the river in the mountains, relying on this bluestone road that opens by the mountains to go out.

I can't tell when the bluestone road was built, but there is a completed archway at the end of the bluestone road leading to the village, which reads: "Rui Fangze quilt".

The older generation will say that it was a big official who listened to his daughter's words and returned to his hometown to benefit the people, and saw that the muddy road by the river often fell into the river on rainy days, so he built this bluestone road less than 100 meters long to send his neighbors in and out safely.

For Mo Yuchou, who has to take a ferry to and from school, this road can be walked back and forth with his eyes closed.

Every day, when Mo Yuchou was waiting for the ferry to come, he would eat a bowl of wontons at Zhu Xiaobing's wonton stall and take it as his breakfast.

The ferry port is on the edge of the wonton stall, less than three meters apart, and there is a small flat bridge made of wood at the ferry, and people squeak when they walk up.

When I first met Zhu Xiaobing, he was holding a junior high school physics book and reading it. When he stood up, his teeth were white and he was thin. smiled softly at Mo Yuchou.

"A bowl of wontons, no chopped green onions, no sesame oil. This is Mo Yuchou's habit. Because today for the first time, I saw a different person at the wonton stall, so I couldn't help but take a second look.

In the past, a man and a woman in their forties set up stalls here, but today the woman who laughed bitterly is gone.

The middle-aged man a few steps away was making wontons, and he stopped to glance around.

The stalls are set up with crooked bamboo chairs, and there are no tables. As soon as a person sits down, the chair will "coo" for a while. There were already three or two people eating ravioli next to him.

Zhu Xiaobing put down the physics book, smiled at her, and quickly counted the wontons with his hands and feet and threw them into the pot.

Then, he squatted there again and took out the physics book and read it. Maybe he was so fascinated by it that the soup pot was already boiling, and he didn't get up.

Mo Yuchou said "hey" and kindly reminded him.

Before Mo Yuchou could react, he saw the man making the wontons rushing over with a rolling pin in a few steps, and the sound of "Tong" knocked on Zhu Xiaobing's back.

"You die Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu, I will do death and work, and raise your turtle son waste. The man scolded and scolded, Zhu Xiaobing's face turned pale in pain, and the physics book fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Mo Yuchou was surprised to find that the back of his shoulders quickly became red and swollen, and this raised mark made Mo Yuchou remember it for a long time.

Zhu Xiaobing glanced at Mo Yu worriedly, and then turned his gaze away. Hurriedly scooped up the wontons. When he came over with the bowl, Mo Yuchou found that his right hand had been shaking. The wonton soup spilled a lot.

Mo Yuchou hurriedly ate the wontons, there was no one left, even the soup was drunk, he lowered his head and paid the money to Zhu Xiaobing, and then ran away in a panic.

That year, she was sixteen years old, which happened to be her first year of high school.

The next day, Mo Yuchou still went to the wonton stall. When Zhu Xiaobing saw her, he lowered his head. Mo Yuchou also lowered his head.

On the third day, Mo Yuchou still went to the wonton stall. When Zhu Xiaobing saw her, he lowered his head, and Mo Yuchou also bowed his head.

Day 4......

Day 5......

Mo Yuchou didn't know how many days she had been there, and finally Zhu Xiaobing glanced up at her.

She expressed her kindness and sympathy for him with her gentle eyes. Zhu Xiaobing lowered his head again.

Gradually, the two will also talk.

"Ravioli?"

"Well, ravioli. ”

"No chopped green onion and sesame oil. ”

"Good. ”

"Is that your mother?"

"Yes, she's sick. ”

"That's a doctor. ”

"......" Zhu Xiaobing was silent.

In this way, an indescribable and inexplicable emotion seems to be quietly flowing in the heart of a girl in this flower season.

Mo Yuchou has not seen his father beat him again since he saw Zhu Xiaobing beaten last time. It was only when the bridge was built that I saw the scars on his body again.

Sometimes Zhu Xiaobing's father is in a good mood, and he will say two words of greeting to Mo Yuchou. Because she goes to eat wontons every day, and if she doesn't go for a day, his father will greet her when he sees her again.

Sometimes, I also heard him call Zhu Xiaobing "Zhu Xiaobing, Zhu Xiaobing", and no longer scolded him for being a turtle son.

So, Mo Yuchou knew, his name was Zhu Xiaobing.

Mo Yuchou's school place is on the other side of the river. Since she was a child, she has traveled to and from one end to the other by ferry.

Dad is far away, a geological prospector, and has been away all year round. Mom works at the town's post office, and mother and daughter live with Mo Yuchou's grandmother.

At that time, Mo Yuchou's family had not yet bought a house. Mo's father said that when Mo Yuchou was admitted to college, he would buy a big house in the city where she went to college and take her grandmother to live with her.

Everyone was waiting for the bridge over the river to be built. In this way, the small village is connected to the town. Many children don't have to risk their daily ferry boat to get to school.

Mom discussed with Mo Yuchou that she would live in the dormitory building of the post office next semester and come back once a week to see her grandmother.

Mo Yuchou shook his head.

Grandma is alone, afraid that she will be lonely.

If you don't go home, you will be lonely and you won't get used to it.

Besides, there are also wontons, which I can't eat every day, so I don't like them.

Mom hesitated for a moment, then put the offer down.

Time is flowing quietly, and she also eats the wontons on the wonton stall every day.

Whose heart, whose heart that bud is growing.

Mo Yuchou knew that Zhu Xiaobing was also a student of Linjiang Junior High School. She couldn't help but be happy.

Ask him, "Why haven't I seen you? What class are you in?"

Later, she learned that Zhu Xiaobing was actually two terms higher than her.

He smiled and said, "My name is Zhu Yu." Zhu Yu's name was given by my father. But Mo Yuchou obviously heard his father call him Zhu Xiaobing.

Mo Yuchou was on summer vacation, and a female classmate from junior high school crossed the river to see her.

Mo Yuchou asked his mother for money and invited his classmates to eat wontons. It is said that Zhu Xiaobing's wontons are the best wontons here. Other stalls are not as delicious as this one.

Mo Yuchou was chatting with her female classmates, and Zhu Xiaobing was there to make wontons for them.

The female classmate quietly told Mo Yuchou that it was Zhu Yu, Zhu Yu.

Mo Yuchou asked strangely, "What's the matter?"

"Do you remember when we were just in middle school, the school held a very grand commendation meeting, saying that he had won the prize in the physics competition? ”

Only then did Mo Yuchou know that his name was really Zhu Yu. He is the yardstick for Linjiang Middle School to win glory for the school.

Time still flows quietly. The flower is still budding. At night when many stars fill the night sky, Mo Yuchou and Zhu Yu will quietly come to the riverside, which is still the place where the wonton stall is set up during the day, but there is no wonton burden.

Mo Yuchou will bring his physics book to Zhu Yu and teach him new content. However, soon, she found that she had more and more questions, and Zhu Yu had more and more answers. Her physics grades have improved by leaps and bounds like never before.

Such a beautiful memory. It's so beautiful that when you think about it, it feels unreal.

It's as beautiful as looking at a romantic illustration of a few meters.

A faint blue background, twinkling stars, a yellow crescent moon with half-closed eyes, a little girl in a floral dress below, and a little boy in a felt hat wearing a striped blue vest.

The song flows quietly in the picture, and only those who have a heart can hear it.

Green meadows, tender yellow flowers. A slight warm breeze blows him drunk!

It's a dreamy scene, like a fairy tale.