In the summer, every household has its door wide open, and a rattan chair is moved to sit in the tuyere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The man here was on the phone, and while ironing his clothes, he translated the conversation on the phone into German and told his little master. There was a Russian downstairs who was loudly teaching Japanese there. The lady on the second floor had an unrivalled hatred for Beethoven, and she beat him all morning with a gritted tooth; Leaning on a bicycle on the piano. I don't know which one is simmering beef soup, and which one is soaking Jiao Sanxian.

This is a portrait of Zhang Ailing describing apartment life in Shanghai.

Such an apartment, our Mrs. Zhao is disdainful.

"My apartment is the best one, how can there be so many messy people, taste, taste is very important." Mrs. Zhao always said this to her tenants. She is a single woman, living with a son, the apartment building is said to be the inheritance of her mother's property, relying on rent and making a small investment, the mother and son live very comfortably.

On this day, there was a mahjong game next to the staircase on the first floor.

Zhao Ke walked down from the upstairs with a suit, and Mrs. Zhao was grabbing a good card and smiling and pushing, "Harmony ......"

"Mr. Xiao Zhao is a noble person who stays abroad, and your sister will be with you as soon as you come." Feng Weihua, the owner of the Dahua Song and Dance Hall, complimented with a grin.

Zhao Ke smiled: "Yes, the fortune teller said early that I would be lucky when I returned to China." ”

The crowd laughed.

The tenant on the first floor pinched the card, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and smiled: "You who have drunk foreign ink also believe this." ”

"Haha, I'm just going back to China, I'm still looking for a job, and I always want to know how the luck is."

Zhao Ke stood behind his mother, pressed his mother's shoulder, leaned over and whispered something in Mrs. Zhao's ear.

Mrs. Zhao proudly pinched the silk handkerchief and fanned the wind, and asked, "Why do you want to go out this time, and you don't eat dinner at home?" "In the past class reunions, it was always difficult to dismiss people's face, and besides, I was counting on them to pull me."

"Mr. Xiao Zhao is a high-achieving student, how can there be a reason for college students to help foreign students." The second floor lady smiled.

Mrs. Zhao didn't feel good when she heard this, she knew her son's virtue, and she raised money to send it out to stay abroad just to avoid trouble, and with his temperament, he couldn't figure out how to mess around abroad. Thinking of being a little upset here, he raised his handkerchief and told his son to hurry up.

When Zhao Ke went out, Feng Weihua shook the little sandalwood fan with a smile and said: "Sister is really blessed, she has such a good son, she is talented and knowledgeable, and she will enjoy Qingfu in the future." ”

Mrs. Zhao squinted at him, stretched out a finger, and drew a circle on his shoulder: "If you like it, will I give it to you?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, I'm an elder after all." Feng Weihua was honestly afraid, and the two cards were also pursed with their lips.

As night fell, the wonton stalls at the mouth of the alley had been erected.

The yellow and red fire licked the bottom of the big iron pot, and the cauldron was steaming, reflecting the people sitting on low stools eating wontons and shadows, like shadow puppets.

The air is filled with the smell of sesame oil and chives, and small dried shrimp and seaweed are dangling in the soup. Small wontons stuffed with chicken and shiitake mushrooms, boiled twice in boiling water to make crispy small greens, and the rarest thing is that this soup uses freshly refined lard.

Just like the brine points to the tofu and drops the tofu one thing, the small wontons must be made with lard if they want to be delicious.

The sliced fat meat is poured into the pot, squeaking, the aroma is steaming, and the transparent oil is filtered to remove the oil residue and poured into the container, and after cooling, it is white and flawless.

Wontons can be vegetarian stuffing or meat, but when they are finally fished out and poured on the soup, they must be ordered with lard, and the solidified lard instantly melts in the hot soup.

Such a delicious little wonton, Su San would rather stand against the wall for an hour after eating it than eat a bowl.

There are a total of eight wontons, in a large porcelain bowl, with emerald green coriander and small garlic sprouts wafting on it, and the sesame oil gradually spreads out, swaying to the edge of the bowl, creating a faint halo.

After eating it hot and drinking the last bite of soup, Su San closed his eyes comfortably: It's so comfortable.

Warmth slides down the throat little by little, every pore of the body is opened, shouting ironing, these daily life every bite of deliciousness, is the greatest happiness of the gourmet.

She stood up and handed the money to the girl who was serving the wontons on the side.

This girl looked no more than twenty years old, clean and refreshing, took the money with a clip, and used the clip to find the change to Su San.

Just as she looked down for money, Su San sniffed and said with a smile: "What kind of perfume do you use, it smells very special." ”

The girl who sells wontons pursed her lips and smiled: "We who make snacks, where dare to use perfume, we are afraid that there will be a peculiar smell in it." Besides, if I have a small business, where can I afford perfume? ”

That's right, Su San nodded, indicating that she was right. When he walked to the mouth of the alley, Su San looked back again, the girl lowered her head and wrapped the wontons seriously, Xu noticed Su San's gaze, raised her head and smiled at her.

The street lamp behind him was a little unreal dim, and it was covered with the water vapor clouds and mountains and fog rising from the stall opposite, Su San shook his head violently, this was too much like an illusion. According to the rare and unique smell, she was sure that it was not the aroma of ravioli, but the smell of the girl.

A little bit of indescribable incense, and a little bit of blood, this is not the breath of a human being.

What is she going to do here?

Su San walked to the door of the apartment and happened to walk opposite Zhao Ke.

"Hello, sister." Zhao Ke knew that it was a resident of the building, and greeted him with a smile.

Su San nodded politely and hurriedly walked past him. Zhao Ke turned around and said to himself, "The wallet has fallen." ”

Su San saw this person coming in, and walked to the card table in a few steps.

Mrs. Zhao probed and asked, "Su San, it's time to pay this month's electricity bill." ”

"Okay, how much."

Su San gave the money, took the electricity bill, and ran upstairs.

"Mom, her name is really Su San."

Seeing that Zhao Ke had turned back, Mrs. Zhao replied angrily: "Yes, yes, it's called Su San." You're not going out and not leaving? ”

Zhao Ke was just about to leave, but Mrs. Zhao beckoned him to come over with his ear, and whispered in his ear: "Put away your ghost thoughts, don't provoke others, in the end, you are an innocent girl, something really happened, I am terrible." ”

Zhao Ke promised in his mouth, but he wondered in his heart, what an innocent little girl, who knows if it is not? This kind of girl who has no roots and no bottom can have fun. Mrs. Zhao collected the money, looked back and saw a eager look on her son's face, chuckled in her heart, and said loudly: "Don't think about any crooked thoughts, if you are like in the past, I will not recognize you as a son." ”

Zhao Ke smiled: "Mom, you are my son, who do you not recognize me?" ”

"Hmph, you can't get a single house in the family, when I get old, I will donate all my property, and you can drink the northwest wind."

Zhao Ke hurriedly hugged her shoulder: "Mom, I'm just asking, I didn't think about it, I really didn't do that anymore, I'm your son, you still don't believe me?" ”

Mrs. Zhao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes in annoyance: "I want to believe you, but you were really ...... a few years ago" She choked up and couldn't continue.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll never do that again." Zhao Ke said extremely sincerely, but there was some coldness in his eyes, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

Zhao Ke finally went out, Feng Weihua patted his chest and said, "Oh, sister, this Sanniang godson is so scary." ”

Mrs. Zhao's face was cloudy, she pinched the cards in her hand, snapped them out, and said in her mouth: "Raising a child is the most troublesome, and the habitual son is like a murderer, I can't make him crooked." ”

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Zhao should be renamed Mrs. Meng."

Mrs. on the second floor quipped.

"Why?"

"Meng's mother moved three times."

Su San opened the door, listened to the laughter on the card table downstairs, shook his head, and sighed in his heart: It's really the same life, and people live so freely.

Su San's room is very small, only a bed and a very small desk, the bed and the table can't even put a chair, she can only sit on the bed to write, today I paid a salary, I happened to meet a small shop I often go to dump the goods, so I picked two suitable skirts, versatile styles, can be worn for a long time, and the outside is often changed.

She has no relatives in this city, in fact, she has no relatives in this world, she can only rely on herself, and she must be careful in life. It's a pity that the room is too small, and there is no dressing mirror, Su San picked up her skirt and fiddled with her body for a long time, there was the fragrance of wonton soup between her lips and teeth, looking at the dim street lamp outside the window, she thought that it was really good to have such a life with fireworks.

Su San is now in charge of a miscellaneous gossip column in the Shenjiang Evening News, which is actually breaking news events and various gossip revelations from parents. If I have time in the evening, I will sort out the hotline calls I received today to break the news, screen some news with explosive points, and prepare to interview and report tomorrow.

The hotline has always been the responsibility of the operator Xiao Wu, Su San flipped through the records made by Xiao Wu one by one, and couldn't help but sigh when he looked at his scribbled handwriting.

"Ms. Lin, who lives in Wutong Lane, said that the sewers in Wutong Lane are very smelly, which seriously affects people's lives, and she suspects that small traders are dumping garbage into it."

"A woman named Grandma Liu said that her granddaughter was missing, and her 14-year-old granddaughter, who sells flowers on the street for a living, has been missing for two days."

After reading them one by one, Su San couldn't help but sigh: Shouldn't I go to the police station to report my granddaughter's disappearance? What's the use of looking for our newspaper? But maybe Grandma Liu is sick and rushes to the doctor, and tomorrow I have time to find Grandma Liu according to the address and take her to report the case.

Su San has worked for more than two years and has met all kinds of people. There are many elderly grandparents and grandmothers who are cautious all their lives, and they are most afraid of going to the yamen, probably this Grandma Liu also thinks that the newspaper is more cordial, although they may not be literate, but there are always literate people in the place where they live, and all kinds of gossip and gossip may be spread in the chat of choosing vegetables. Therefore, Su San drew a mark behind this message, preparing to meet this grandma tomorrow.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, Su San opened the door, and it turned out to be Tian Lingling on the fourth floor.

"Susu, have you had dinner? I bought small ravioli. ”

"Thank you, I just ate it, is it a small wonton at the mouth of the alley? That's where I ate. ”

"Alleyway?" Tian Lingling was stunned for a moment: "Is there one?" Why didn't I see it? Could it be that the stall has been closed? ”

"That maybe."

"Do you see Mrs. Zhao's son?"

Tian Lingling suddenly asked when she left.

"Well, when I first came in, I walked across the street, and I haven't seen it before."

"That man's eyes are so annoying, he looks like he's going to bite off a piece of meat." Tian Lingling pouted: "Mrs. Zhao is a very good person, why is her son like this?" ”

Su San could only smirk, she didn't want to mix these rights and wrongs. Tian Lingling saw that she couldn't get an echo, so she could only turn around and leave.