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Lao Mo naturally closed his mouth, and Xu Bansheng shouted "Come in", and the person who came in from outside the 'door' was indeed Feng San.

Feng San pushed a small dining car, and the breakfast on the dining car was really rich.

There is hot soy milk, 'milk' white and slightly yellow, packed in a small pot, it looks so fresh.

The porridge is also cooked just right, the water and rice are distinct, the narrow rice grains have just been boiled, the skin is cracked, but the rice soup will never be turbid, one by one floating in the water, looking at it will make people's appetite increase greatly.

The steamed buns and steamed buns are also so full, each one is like a perfect work of art.

The fritters are yellow and clear, revealing softness, and the heat is excellent.

A few side dishes, respectively packed in a few small plates, the pickled cucumber is still a little bright green, the snow fern is slightly green and red, the dried radish is a faint yellow 'color', the mustard has been fried in red oil, but the oily one does not make people feel greasy.

Feng San put these early spots on the table one by one, and then said, "Please use it slowly, Mr. Jiang will be here in about fifteen minutes." And he withdrew.

Xu Bansheng pulled out a chair, sat on the master's seat, and said with a smile: "It looks very good, old gentleman, please have breakfast." ”

Lao Mo nodded, also pulled out a chair and sat down, took a bowl of gruel, took a bite with a spoon, nodded and praised: "It's really 'fine' and 'refined', the heat is mastered so well." ”

Xu Bansheng also picked up a bun, ate it in two bites, and said: "The main thing is that the raw materials are good, the raw materials here are all grown on their own farms, absolutely natural, without any genetically modified organisms, the rice has a rice flavor, the noodles have a noodle taste, and the water is also made of mountain spring water." ”

Lao Mo drank a bowl of porridge with this little dish, picked up a fritter again, tore it into several sections and put it in soy milk, huhula and ate it, and finally ate a vegetable bun, and satisfiedly 'touched' his belly.

"It's really good, and the most satisfying thing is often these all-natural things. Speaking of that Master Mo just now, in fact, I am not sure if I am related to him or not, but when I was the workshop director in the factory, I was about to enter the management of the factory, and he suddenly appeared in front of me. Master Mo is still very fairy-like, although he is dressed very plainly, that is, the dress of ordinary people, there is no peculiarity, but as soon as people see him, they will have a sense of peace and tranquility in their hearts. ”

Lao Mo narrowed his eyes, as if he was caught in the memories of more than thirty years ago. 80 eBook/

Xu Bansheng didn't interrupt him, just quietly ate breakfast, waiting for Lao Mo to recall everything, anyway, he would definitely tell Xu Bansheng everything he knew.

Slowly opening his eyes, Lao Mo stood up, walked to the 'dew' platform, leaned on the railing with both hands, and looked out at the Yanyu Mountain Lake outside.

The rain is a little lighter, but it is still falling, and the thin rain is quite like the feeling of oil 'spring' rain, but at this moment it has already entered the rhythm of summer, and the rain outside is extremely fine, as if it is 'covered' with a layer of ethereal smoke between heaven and earth.

"It was raining that day, too, so I pedaled my bike to the factory. The first night was the day when I received my correspondence college diploma, with this diploma, I could successfully become one of the factory leaders, I was happy, I drank a few more drinks with a few friends, but I woke up a little late in the morning. ”

Lao Mo seems to be telling a story, a story that belongs to someone else, with sighs, with emotion, and seems to be reminiscing about his watery years.

"The permanent old two-eight bar, manganese steel loads heavy loads, I ride the wind and water, and I don't care about it even in the rain. At the same time as rushing into the factory 'door', I also heard the last number on the radio in the factory, and I was barely late, but the time to the workshop would definitely be late. ”

Lao Mo squinted his eyes and leaned his upper body out of the 'dew' platform, feeling the taste of the rain hitting his cheeks, just like what it was like when he rode his bicycle in the rain more than thirty years ago.

"When I arrived at the workshop, it was almost five minutes since I went to work, and there seemed to be something on the road that was delayed, and I couldn't remember, otherwise I would have ridden to the workshop from the factory 'gate', and it wouldn't take me five minutes. The bicycle was casually thrown into the canopy, the kind of car painted white 'color', and the car with the factory name stamped on the top, never had to be locked, and there seemed to be not so many car thieves at that time, and the factory area was even more none. As soon as I walked into the workshop, I didn't have time to find a 'wool' towel to wipe the rain on my hair, and a worker came to tell me that someone was looking for me. ”

The 'hairy' towel in the words reminded Lao Mo, Lao Mo returned to the dining table, picked up the napkin on the table and wiped the rain on his face and head, sat back on the tea table, poured the cold tea in the cup, and 'touched' the water in the kettle was still hot, then poured it into the purple clay pot, soaked it slightly, and then poured the tea soup into the fair cup and poured himself a cup.

"At that time, I didn't care, we were a military factory, although it was not about weapons, but when I went to work, outsiders would never be able to enter the production area. The business transactions are also in the two buildings outside the production area, so I thought it was the leader of the factory, and I was still happy that I had just obtained a college diploma, and there was movement in the factory. But when I walked to the office, I saw an unfamiliar face. I thought it was a master in other workshops, but it was a little strange, after all, the old man in the factory I basically had some impressions, and the temperament and demeanor in front of me were definitely not the master of the workers, but I had no impression at all. After walking in, I took off my 'wool' towel from the wall, and while wiping the rain on my face, I asked who he was, but as soon as the 'wool' towel covered my face, I felt that my eyes were dark and I lost consciousness completely. ”

Xu Bansheng only spoke at this time: "When I woke up, that person was gone, right?" ”

Lao Mo nodded, poured himself another cup of tea, and continued after drinking: "I had a dream, the dream is very long, it seems to be as long as several lifetimes. But when I woke up, I found that only a minute or two had passed. I clearly remember the time on my Shanghai watch, 8:09, and I also glanced at my watch before I got out of the car at the 'door' of the workshop, and the time on the watch was 8:05. I threw the car, walked into the workshop, and met the worker who told me that someone was looking for me, and then climbed up the second floor of the staircase, which was a matter of two minutes. So, I actually passed out for two minutes. And that person is long gone. ”

"What about the content of the dream?"

"I dreamed of my father, and my uncle......" Lao Mo put the empty tea cup on the tip of his nose and smelled it, very intoxicated by the sweet fragrance of Jin Junmei, "I grew up with my uncle, and my parents died when I was young, sitting on the bus." At that time, the buses were still two-sectional, very long, with a disc in the middle, and seats on both sides. When my parents had an accident, there were not many people in the car, but they were all scattered, and there were only separate seats left. The two of them had a good relationship, and they sat together on the chair on the disc in the middle. When the car turned a corner, the middle disc suddenly collapsed, and the two fell out of the car together, being run over by the wheel behind them, and it was estimated that there was no pain when they died, but they were frightened at that moment. Uncle took me over, and he died during the two years I was in the army. My father only has two brothers, but he has not been able to enjoy his old age, and the two of them I dreamed of are still young, they should be the age when they have just worked, that is, seventeen or eighteen years old. ”

"The person you saw, that is, Master Mo, also appeared in your dream, right?" Xu Bansheng asked again.

Lao Mo nodded and said, "My father and uncle both call him uncle, and they seem to be very close to him, and it is for this reason that when I saw him again after work, I thought he was a relative of our family." But then, it became more and more skeptical. After all, in the dream, when my father and uncle called him uncle, he looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, but the one I saw him was also sixty or seventy years old. There was a gap of more than 20 years, but I don't know why, at the time, this obvious question should have been automatically ignored by me, and it was not until I was in my fifties that I realized it again. In the more than 20 years between my twenties and fifties, I have described him many times, but no one has ever asked about it. ”

"What happened in the dream?" Xu Bansheng was actually a little impatient, Lao Mo was too obsessed with his memories, and he hadn't talked about the exact content of the dream until now.

Lao Mo said: "Master Mo took my father and uncle to practice, of course, this word was only learned later, at that time, I only thought that he taught my father and uncle to practice martial arts. I took it for granted in my dream, but after I woke up, I felt strange, I don't remember how my father was, I was still young when he had an accident, but my uncle was an ordinary old man, it was impossible to have any martial arts, he was bullied by the people in the factory, and he often asked me, a teenager, to bring a group of friends to help him find the field. In the dream, the father and uncle gradually grew up, got married and had children, and they seemed to have very profound martial arts. The dream is very complete, almost all the pictures of my father and uncle together, as long as the two of them are together, my dreams appear. The first time they separated in my dreams was when they had an argument over something, and my father left with my mother and got on the bus. On the bus, it wasn't an accident, but someone suddenly did something to my parents. The mother couldn't move at all, and the father blocked her behind and had a very 'fierce' fight with the man. However, the people in the car seemed to be completely invisible to them, and let them beat around in the car, one by one. It may have been that the fight between the two was too intense, and the middle of the car suddenly collapsed, and the man jumped out of the torn roof of the car on tiptoe, and my father fell under the wheels in order to save my mother. Then my uncle picked me up from home and took care of the funeral for my parents. At the crematorium, the man reappeared. The uncle also had a quarrel with him, but he has always been very patient, not impatient, no matter how the uncle scolded him, and even did something with him, he was not angry. Oh, did I forget to say that my dreams are completely muted, I can't hear any 'talk', and I can only judge what they say from the way they talk? ”

Xu Bansheng smiled, waved his hand, and said, "These are not important, you go on." ”

Lao Mo nodded and continued: "There were many people coming to the crematorium, who should have been my father's friends and colleagues, so Master Mo left, and then the uncle poured his father's ashes into the garbage bin, grabbed some soil on the ground, and put them in the urn and brought them home. When I got home, my uncle seemed to want to kill me, but he never made a move. ”