Qilu Railway Kuangshan Freight Yard, in the factory director's office, is a little lively today. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to the regulations of the factory, the workers who get up in the freight yard every morning will sign in to the factory director's office, and then go to various departments to do their own work.

However, this morning, after everyone signed in, they did not leave, but gathered in the factory director's office to watch the excitement.

In the past, it was not uncommon for the staff of the freight yard to pick up things when they counted the wagons, but this is the first time that three children have been picked up in a wagon, as it has happened today.

When the factory director listened to the child in front of him, who looked to be only eight or nine years old, tell his legendary experience, he was surprised and amazed.

"You two haven't eaten yet, have you?"

The director of the freight yard is a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a suit and a small flat head.

Wang Zheng nodded, looking at the other party with blank eyes, hoping that this middle-aged man who looked quite kind and spoke in a low voice could get him something to eat quickly. Now Ma Nianzhuang has been carried to the hospital by the staff of the freight yard for intravenous drips, and only Wang Zheng and Yang Ming are left here.

"Xiao Liu Xiaozhao, you two come here."

The factory director gave an order, and the two people who had just carried Wang Zheng and Yang Ming out of the wagon walked in front of Wang Zheng and Yang Ming, facing the factory director.

"Xiao Liu, your daughter is about the same size as him, right?" The factory director pointed at Wang Zheng and asked.

The man who was called Xiao Liu by the factory director was a man about the same age as his father, who was also wearing a uniform on the railway, with a three-seven-point hairstyle, and he looked very energetic.

"Almost."

"In that case, Xiao Liu, you take him home to take good care of him, get him some delicious food, buy two sets of clothes when he is finished, and come back to the factory to reimburse you. Xiao Zhao, you take this tall man to your house. You two don't have to go to work today, take them home. Tomorrow morning at half past eight, there is a train to Luzhong at the station, and I will arrange it tomorrow. ”

Hearing the factory director's instructions, Wang Zheng and Yang Ming were moved to tears.

"Uncle, thank you so much."

The director of the freight yard touched Wang Zheng and Yang Ming's heads with a smile, and then said: "Go, if you are not eaten by the wild wolf, it is your fate, play in Quancheng for a day, and I will send someone to send you home tomorrow." ”

Wang Zheng and Yang Ming nodded gratefully, and then each followed the people ordered by the factory director.

Walking out of the factory director's office, the man who carried Wang Zheng out squatted down, looked at Wang Zheng and said, "Little friend, my name is Liu Ming, what's your name?" ”

Hearing him report to his home, Wang Zheng frowned, thinking: Why is this name so familiar? Moreover, this person seems to have seen it somewhere, but he can't remember where he has seen it for a while.

"My name is Wang Zheng." Wang Zheng's voice was hoarse when he spoke, and his throat was still a little painful.

"Hungry, let's find a place to eat before we go home."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

"That's good."

Liu Ming touched Wang Zheng's head, and then took his hand to leave. On the other side, Uncle Zhao, the mustache, had already taken Yang Ming's hand and walked away.

Liu Ming took Wang Zheng out of the freight yard, and then rode a bicycle for about ten minutes and came to a small alley.

Seeing the alley, tears kept rolling in Wang Zheng's excited eyes.

"Isn't this the small alley in front of the Traffic College?!"

This place is very familiar to Wang Zheng.

One of his classmates went to school at Quancheng Jiaotong College, and when he was in college, he would come here with another classmate every week to play with his classmates from the Jiaotong College. In 02, there was an Internet café on the second floor at the head of this alley, and every time he asked his classmates to play, the three of them would go to that Internet café to play computer games with a classmate. Unexpectedly, in this life, the first time I came to Quancheng, I would go to a place that I was so familiar with before. Although the Internet café at the mouth of the alley has not yet opened, but the layout of the entire alley is no different from ten years later, the street is the same as in 02, the road is full of small merchants and vendors who are open on the street, the steamed bun shop is there, the one who sells baked cakes is also there, and the one who sells fritters, every day to play a night game, Wang Zheng and his classmates will go to the fritter shop to buy two yuan of fritters with his classmates the next morning, and ask for a bowl of spicy soup, hot and full.

My youth was once buried here, and now my childhood has left footprints here.

"Kid, what would you like to eat?"

Wang Zheng tried hard to swallow the tears in his eyes, and said to Liu Ming with a reluctant smile: "Uncle Liu, can I eat fritters?" ”

"Absolutely."

So, Liu Ming led Wang Zheng to the fritter shop.

It's still the same couple who sell fritters, but now they're much younger than they were in '02.

Seeing that a guest was coming, the couple selling fritters hurriedly greeted them.

"Do you eat fritters?"

"Give this young man half a catty of fritters, and then a bowl of spicy soup."

"Okay, half a catty of fritters, a bowl of spicy soup."

The husband and wife were still so diligent, and they quickly brought up the things that Liu Ming asked for Wang Zheng.

The taste is still the same, but now that I eat it, it is extraordinarily fragrant.

Wang Zheng devoured a large mouthful, stuffing his mouth full.

"Slow down kid, don't choke, drink spicy soup."

Wang Zheng didn't care about being polite with Uncle Liu, nodding his head, and at the same time digging out the spicy soup with a spoon and sending it to his mouth.

He was so hungry that he now felt that this churros was the best thing he had ever eaten in his life.

"Uncle, it's delicious." Wang Zheng swallowed, squinted at Uncle Liu with a smile and said.

Uncle Liu is a kind person, he looked at the ragged child in front of him, and reached out to touch his back in distress.

"Uncle, do you eat?" Wang Zheng just remembered it.

Uncle Liu shook his head and said with a smile: "Uncle also eats this family's fritters in the morning, uncle is full, not hungry, you can eat it yourself." It's not enough for your uncle to ask for it again, eat it slowly. ”

Wang Zheng nodded, but he didn't care about Uncle Liu's instructions at all, and stuffed a fritter into his mouth in three or two clicks.

Liu Ming shook his head, helplessly could only watch the child in front of him gobble up, but worriedly turned around and asked the boss to bring a bowl of boiled water, in case the child choked to take a sip.

Soon, Wang Zheng stuffed half a catty of fried dough sticks and a bowl of spicy soup into his stomach, and burped with satisfaction.

"Are you full?"

"Full!" Wang Zheng nodded vigorously.

"Let's go, uncle will take you to Luokou to buy clothes."

Hearing the words, Wang Zheng smiled again in his heart, when he was in college, he often went there to buy clothes, and he didn't know what it was like now.