"Are you willing?"

"Reluctantly?"

Dong Ping's room is extremely simple, and it can even be said to be shabby. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this room full of old furniture, a hanging curtain divides the two areas.

An iron bed, a wardrobe, this is the bedroom.

A long table, a few rattan chairs, this is the office.

It was not early, but Dong Ping had not gone to bed yet.

He still sat at his old desk, the same shabby old desk lamp dimly lit up. The orphanage's financial statements were thrown aside, and the orphanage management documents that I had just received today were not placed in front of me.

He's not working!

What I wiped repeatedly in my hand was a faded photograph.

Of course, Dong Ping in the photo is younger than now, and the signature smile is naturally on the corner of his mouth. And Li Muzi's bad expression beside him is also a bit cool and handsome. As for Zhou Yan on the other side, it was rare to see him smiling so happily.

Rub the photo in your hand a few more times, and rub this beautiful memory into your heart, into your bones and blood, and into your own life!

He was the director of the orphanage, and he welcomed many people, and he also sent many people away, and there are so many pictures on his wall!

The worn-out old-fashioned table lamp finally stingy with even the last bit of light, Dong Ping sighed, and groped his way back to the bed by the moonlight outside the window.

Under the pillow, which was no longer soft, put down the photo that had been there.

"Sure enough, I still can't bear to ......"

Do people hate light or they hate darkness? In the long night, some people long for the dawn, but some people hope to stop in the night.

But this day, after all, it will still be bright.

The June sun, always coming out early, heralds the end of the night and the beginning of the day.

Zhou Yan has always had the habit of getting up early, and naturally he also has the habit of exercising in the morning.

It's great to be able to go to the park in the morning to move your muscles and bones, and when the sun is not so fierce, you can disperse the yin energy you have accumulated overnight in the daylight!

The park next to the Anle Orphanage is not big, and there are several times when Zhou Yan jogs.

But today, he walked slowly in a rare way.

In the park, it's still those familiar trees. Those who come and go are also those old people who know each other.

walked around, and then went to the thriving steamed bun shop, and bought a large bun of shredded beef and radish for the first time.

"Are you planning to never come back?" Li Muzi didn't have the spare money to buy a big bag of shredded beef and radish for three yuan a piece, and at the moment he was only eating white flour steamed buns for five dimes a piece.

Zhou Yan didn't answer Li Muzi, and enjoyed the uncommon delicacy by himself.

"People's hearts will always change, no matter how hard you try, how do you know what will happen in the future?" Li Muzi smelled the smell of the beef radish shredded bun, how could he eat the tasteless white flour steamed bun in his hand, "Just like this beef radish shredded bun, although it is still so big, but you don't see that the shredded radish is obviously much more than beef!" Beef has risen to twenty or thirty yuan a catty, and radish is still a piece of five or five catties, this is the change! ”

Zhou Yan glanced at the chattering Li Muzi, sandwiched the two white-flour steamed buns on his plate into his bowl, and then handed Li Muzi the remaining half of the beef and radish shredded buns.

Li Muzi unceremoniously took the bun and praised it: "It really won my heart!" He began to eat heavily.

The beef is made with green onion and ginger foam, soy sauce, salt, peppercorn noodles, five-spice powder, sesame oil, lard, and other ingredients, and the crispy white radish is cut into thin shreds of uniform thickness. Wrap them in a fermented dough with a standard eighteen pleats and steam them over high heat until they are steamed. This beef radish shredded bun, the bun skin is soft and sweet, the bun filling is salty, fragrant and juicy, one bite down, the dough, beef, and radish shreds roll on the taste buds together, which is really a rare delicacy in the world. It's no wonder that this small bun shop has diners coming in and out every day.

Ten years ago, when Zhou Yan first entered the orphanage, no matter how the grandmothers changed their tricks to make all kinds of delicious food, Zhou Yan ate very little, and he was a good child, but he was so thin that only one skeleton remained. Later, Dong Ping brought Zhou Yan here to eat a beef radish shredded bun.

Zhou Yan only took one bite at that time, and then he cried.

"I'm hungry," he said, "......

Dong Ping wiped away his tears very gently, and then said, "Eat when you're hungry!" ”

From that day on, no matter whether the food in the courtyard was good or bad, Zhou Yan could eat a big bowl full.

"Isn't it delicious?" Zhou Yan had already finished eating the white-flour steamed buns he had taken from Li Muzi, but he saw that Li Muzi was still taking small bites of the shredded beef radish bun just now.

"This kind of local tyrant food, Lao Tzu has to remember this taste well, and I don't know if I can eat it again in the future! If you wait for Lao Tzu to develop, please eat this beef and radish shredded bun in the future! ”

"Don't! I'm afraid of vomiting......"

It's rare for Zhou Yan to tell a joke, although it's not funny.

"After eating Lao Tzu's two big steamed buns, are you already very satisfied? Two ~ Big! Mandi! Head! ”

"Forehead ......"

In the morning, the beef radish bun is very fresh, delicious and yellow.

Whether it is this steamed bun or this steamed bun, it can give people the satisfaction of the tongue and tongue at the same time, it is absorbed by the stomach and intestines in the abdomen, and then becomes the energy of the half-day activity.

There aren't many things in Zhou Yan.

A box of clothes, a box of books.

Most of the clothes were donated to the hospital by those well-wishers, and Zhou Yan picked a few pieces that fit. Books, except for the textbooks that need to be used in academics, there are really no more books.

"Your clothes were given to you by others for free, and you should leave them for others. As for this book, you have already finished the high school entrance examination, and it is useless. ”

Li Muzi looked at the box of clothes and said with a box of books.

Zhou Yan nodded, and only took out a few items that he usually wore, and as for the book, he didn't take a single one.

Two boxes of items, in the end, even a small school bag could not be filled.

As for some sundries, they are really useless to Zhou Yan, and after rummaging around a few times, I don't know whether to take them or throw them away.

Then, he saw a box of cookies.

It used to be a very popular biscuit brand, the biscuits tasted very good, but the price was also very expensive. It's only been a few years, and this once popular luxury gift has now disappeared into obscurity. Just like this biscuit tin box, the paint on it is scratched in many places, and then it is full of oxidation and rust.

This was brought by Zhou Yan at that time.

"This box ......" Li Muzi scratched his head and said with a smile, "I remember that I thought there were cookies in it and wanted to open it, but I ended up beating you badly!" ”

Naturally, there could be no more biscuits in the box, neither then nor now.

Without thinking too much about anything else, Zhou Yan stuffed the biscuit box into his still deflated school bag, and then threw the rest of the miscellaneous items into the garbage heap.

No more residues.