Yan's mother took Yan Huan'er to the city's largest non-staple food building, where there is a century-old shop, which specializes in selling all kinds of small snacks and pastries. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are many ancient local snacks in Czhou, such as the avocado fruit that Yan Huan'er has always liked to eat.

It was a small sweet as the thickness of a little thumb, pressed in oil, one small root after another, and coated with some icing sugar, which crunchy in the mouth. Yan Huan'er loved eating this thing when she was a child.

Seeing this, Yan Huan'er can vaguely remember the story she heard her grandmother tell when she was a child, when Grandma Wolf ate children in the tent, she ate the sound of "quack", which was the same as the sound of eating this avocado.

That's what grandma said. Every time Yan Huan'er thinks about it, she wants to laugh, she really believed it when she was a child.

There is also the smile, the flowers on the top surface, sprinkled with sesame seeds, a bite, the smile is not necessarily, but there is a crisp.

Here, Yan Huan'er's favorite is Dong Tang. For this thing, Yan Huan'er can be said to never get tired of eating. It must have been this Rui and Chun before.

It's a pity that the current Dong Tang has changed some flavors from what Yan's mother bought for her at that time. Now it's not called Dong Sugar, but Halva Sugar. There are also subdivisions of peanut-flavored, sesame-flavored, and mung-bean-flavored, but unfortunately, I can't always taste the taste at that time.

Yan Huan'er ate this candy once when she was a child, and fell in love with it uncontrollably.

At that time, the Dong Candy I bought was wrapped with a layer of peach-colored paper, and there were simply two Lishu characters on it, Dong Sugar, which was rectangular like a mahjong card. A piece of Dong candy will be stacked in a pile by the seller with eight pieces of green paper, wrapped in long strips, these, a little longer on the seller's burden.

Yan Huan'er didn't know this, but Yan's mother had many memories of Dong Tang.

Yan's mother and Yan Huan'er both love to eat this kind of Dong candy.

The kind of sugar melts in the mouth, full of sweetness, the kind of sweetness that is not very greasy, combined with the osmanthus flowers, glutinous rice, and sesame powder inside, a bite, the mouth is full of fragrance.

However, be careful, if you inhale at this time, I am afraid that you will choke on a mouthful. Therefore, eat this thing, every time you have to be quiet, take a bite in your mouth, and taste the fragrance brought by the falling osmanthus, so that some people are as light as chrysanthemums, and the feeling of leisurely Nanshan.

It's a pity that the current halva is long gone, and the soft and glutinous fragrance of Dong sugar at that time is smooth, and even the sugar syrup in it is not authentic. However, you can also eat it.

Therefore, Yan's mother bought a few catties for Yan Huan'er and asked her to send her classmates as gifts.

The mother and daughter walked around the mall for most of the day and bought a lot of snacks. only Yan Huan'er kept saying: "Okay, okay, Mom, it's too much, I can't take it." ”

Mother Yan just stopped.

Yan Huan'er held this big bag of snacks and muttered: "Mom, we have overspent this month, and we have overspent greatly." When we go back, we have to reformulate the life schedule. ”

When Yan's mother heard this, she shook her head with a slight smile, took Yan Huan'er's hand and walked out of the mall.

The mother and daughter walked for a while before Yan's mother spoke: "Huanhuan, you can't always think about saving money, we haven't reached that point yet."

What you have to do is to enjoy the present life, go to school happily, and live happily.

It's good that we live frugally, but that's not all there is to life. The source of life at home is a question that your mother should think about, and you should rest assured that your mother will learn to grow up. ”

As Mother Yan spoke, she turned her head to look at Yan Huan'er, her eyes full of pity.

Yan Huan'er listened, and silently pulled her mother's arm tighter.

The mother and daughter didn't say a word all the way and walked back to the direction of home.

At this time, it was completely dark, and the street lamps on the side of the street were lit up one by one, and the street lamps in the shape of magnolia lit up with tender brilliance in the night, and the pedestrians under the lamps looked hurried, but they looked vibrant.

The taillights of the car shimmered bright red, adding a lot of enthusiasm to the night. The traffic is noisy, and the daytime bustle continues.

Whether it's white during the day or dark at night, as long as you have a pair of bright eyes, your world is just as bright.

Yan Huan'er and her mother walked on the way home, and they felt stable in their hearts. Listening to her mother's expectations for life, she felt as confident as she was.

At least at this moment, she felt that those difficulties in life were no problem as long as her mother worked hard with her.

Although her mother always comforts herself now and doesn't have to worry about money, Yan Huan'er still made up her mind that she will take earning money as her only goal in the future.

Mom, you still have to stay at home to write, read books, and raise flowers. I must be able to hold up the responsibility like my father, I must be able to. She's already a tutor.

When the mother and daughter got home, Yan Huan'er quickly put down the big bag and lay down on the sofa again. She felt very tired, a little unrefreshed, and wanted to lie down and sleep.

The pride and ambition along the way disappeared in an instant. Let's wait until she recovers.

"Mother, why do you think I feel so tired? You are like me, riding in a car and walking, do you have more strength than me? Alas, I don't want to eat, I want to sleep. ”

Yan Huan'er said, lay down on the sofa, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

There, Yan's mother put down the things in her hand, and when she turned around, she saw Yan Huan'er lying motionless on the sofa, and she seemed weak when she spoke.

Yan's mother was a little worried, and walked over and touched Yan Huan'er's head, which was warm and not very hot. But Yan Huan'er seems to be almost asleep after just half a moment.

Yan's mother didn't want to wake her up, so she went to the bedroom and took out a small quilt and gently covered her.

Yan Huan'er turned over, wrapped the quilt around her body, shrunk her feet into the quilt, and fell asleep peacefully.

This night's sleep is good.

When she woke up, she found Yan's mother sitting on the other end of the sofa knitting a sweater. The orange light from the ceiling was softly shining on her, and there was an indescribable silence and peace.

The appearance of Yan's mother knitting sweaters, in Yan Huan'er's eyes at this moment, is not inferior to those who make a pot of tea and smell a petal of incense, making the scene of the heart wandering away in a certain season more zen.

Yan Huan'er lifted the quilt and shivered a little.

When Yan's mother saw that she was awake, she put down the sweater in her hand and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Huan'er looked at the alarm clock on the wall, it was past nine o'clock.

Touching his stomach, he said, "Mom, I'm a little hungry, but I'm not going to eat this big night." ”

In the end, Yan's mother still filled a bowl of soup and half a bowl of rice, and watched Yan Huan'er eat it before she went back to the room.

Yan Huan'er is leaving the day after tomorrow, so she wants to sleep in her own small room today. After eating and tidying up, she went back to her little bed.

The room was still so quiet and simple.

The pale green curtains glowed a fluorescent white under the light. There was nothing warm in Yan Huan'er's room, and all the colors added up to three colors, green, white, and black.

It's as simple as her world.

Yan Huan'er lay on the bed, put the mobile phone on the small cabinet at the head of the bed, and was about to turn off the lamp when she saw the mobile phone "buzzing" and vibrating.