Su San and Yuan Chen walked out of the dilapidated alley hand in hand, and Yuan Chen sighed: "This world is so terrible. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"What's wrong?"

"I shuddered at the thought of the magician's death, how much pain he must have had, and he died on the stage, but his wife at home ...... Alas, it's really not worth it. ”

Su San was also a little sad, but she still doubted that Xie Bin, who was tall and white, looked like a very decent young man, would really have a personal relationship with Mrs. Ye? After all, she was already a mother of three children, older than him, could he have framed Ye Xiangnan in order to get Mrs. Ye? Of course, this clue still has to be notified to Luo Yin.

The two of them walked a few steps aimlessly, and Yuan Chen suddenly said in surprise: "Sister Su, I want to eat small wontons!" ”

Yuan Chen is now a little rich woman, and the inheritance of the Zhao sisters is completely inherited by her, so Su San smiled and said, "You are a rich man now, but you want to invite me." ”

"No problem."

A small stall on the side of the street has been erected, and the red fire is dancing warmly. It's late autumn, and the aroma of the small wontons that is wrapped in the heat attracts passers-by with their index fingers.

The large bone broth was poured on the small translucent wontons, which had been sprinkled with shredded seaweed, chopped chives and coriander, sesame oil, small dried shrimp, oh and a spoonful of fine white lard, and the crispy little greens, the aroma overflowed, and it was drunk hot, and the evening breeze hit, and the dry sycamore leaves swirled not far away. It was a great night.

Su San and Yuan Chen sat down at the table, she took a deep breath of the aroma, and hurriedly looked back, a familiar face, through the heat in front of the big iron pot, the shadow was full of shadows.

This face is a little familiar, and a little unfamiliar, because Su San has never seen her clearly, and he always wants to be close to her through a layer of mist but not very clear.

"Two bowls of small ravioli."

Yuan Chen ran to the big iron pot and handed the money over, and when she came back, Su San asked in a low voice, "Chenchen, what does that girl who makes small wontons look like?" ”

When Yuan Chen heard this, his face was surprised: "Sister Su, how do you know that she looks like my mother?" You have so good eyes, you can see clearly through the heat while sitting here. ”

"Is it similar to your mother?"

But the girl in Su San's memory is not at all similar to Zhao Qingping, she is a girl with light eyebrows and thin eyes, while Zhao Qingping has a pair of big eyes with anxiety, and the corners of her mouth are engraved with deep traces of time.

"yes, it's really like, I feel kind when I see her."

Su San looked back, and the girl was carrying a big spoon and gently pushing the wontons in the pot.

After a while, the girl took the wontons and put them on the table, and Yuan Chen took a deep breath: "It's so fragrant, it's as fragrant as the wontons made by my mother." ”

"If you like it, it's fine." When the girl saw Su San staring at her, she smiled slightly: "Hello." ”

"Hey, do you know each other?"

"I've set up a stall near Julaida Road in the past, and I've seen this young lady."

"Then why don't you set up a stall there, it's strange, I haven't seen you before, if I had seen your stall earlier, I would have eaten it."

"Because, the road is already quiet." The girl whispered, "Please use it slowly." ”

Su San kept staring at her face, with faint eyebrows, thin eyes, and white skin, this is a plain face that can't be more plain, like a polish mixed with a lot of water on the glossy paper, the glossy paper is slightly tilted, and the traces of the smearing will flow down the arc.

"Look, she looks like my mother." Yuan Chen took a bite of the wonton as he spoke, "Ah, it tastes the same as my mother's bag!" ”

However, is this ravioli really edible?

Su San stared at the wontons in the bowl, the fragrant soup, the green coriander and chives, the lard had been integrated into the soup, and the translucent wonton skin was even more crystal clear, shining with a strange light.

"Sister Su, why don't you eat it, it's only comfortable to eat it while it's hot."

Yuan Chen took a sip of soup and closed his eyes in satisfaction: "It's so fresh, sister, what is this soup cooked for?" ”

This is for the wonton girl.

"Pork bone sticks, chicken racks, and small cuttlefish, they have been boiled for two hours, and the cuttlefish are all cooked."

"No wonder the wontons made with my mother are the same flavor, and my mother cooks soup like this."

Yuan Chen took another big sip of soup, and his eyes were slightly red.

Through the cauldron and the mist of water, the girl's expression was not clear at all.

I heard her say in a low voice: "Don't worry, your mother will be very happy to see that you still remember this." ”

Yuan Chen was immersed in the memory of his mother, and didn't pay attention to this sentence, but Su San was a little frightened, turned his head to look at her, the girl's smile became clear, and there was a reassuring and relieved smile on her lips.

Su San also picked up a small wonton, and what she ate was no different from what she had eaten here in the past.

Is it because this girl's wontons are always the same taste, or is it because the taste is different depending on the person who eats it?

Su San was a little dazed.

She wanted to rush over and ask, "Who the hell are you?" ”

But she was afraid of scaring Yuan Chen, and she couldn't bear to break Yuan Chen's beautiful fantasy, and at the same time, subconsciously she felt that the wonton girl would not harm herself.

After eating the wontons, Su San took Yuan Chen's hand and left.

Yuan Chen was still reminiscing about the taste of Fang Cai's wontons, and suddenly remembered something and asked: "Sister Su, her wontons are so delicious, why don't people passing by come to eat them." ”

Su San was cold: "Yes, you also found out, it's only the two of us, and no one else comes to eat." ”

"Well, these people really don't know the goods, so I hope she will go to our house to set up a stall again, so that I can eat small wontons with the taste of my mother every day." Speaking of this, Yuan Chen hugged Su San's arm tightly, put her face on her arm and sighed, "Sister Su, I miss my mother." ”

Su San gently stroked her hair, thinking to herself, why didn't I think about my parents? What does motherly love really feel like? She looked back, the street lights began to light up gradually, she saw the wonton girl waving to them from a distance, standing at Su San's distance, she couldn't see what the wonton girl said, but Su San was sure that she saw it, her lips opened slightly to look at the shape of her mouth and said, "Please, take care!" "What do you mean? Do you want to entrust Yuan Chen to me?

The twilight was vast, and Su San felt an indescribable sense of loneliness for no reason. I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who don't understand these emotions, by the way, there is also a writer Zeng, who has described in her works, that kind of cold and dark family relationship. Do you have compassion because you understand? There are some emotions that he has never had, but Su San is also willing to take care of it like a young shoot.

"Sister Su, you said that Mr. Ye's children have lived in the hospital for more than a year, and now that Mr. Ye is dead, how should their family live? It's so pathetic. ”

Su San thought of Mrs. Ye just now and couldn't help crying on the street, and those women's disdainful tone towards her, orphans and widows who lost their husbands, and a sick child, what should they do? Just like the dead Zhao Qingping can't let go of her concern for her daughter, Mr. Ye will also have a lot of regrets, right? Pity the hearts of parents in the world, Mr. Ye should have gone to see Ms. Jin for the opportunity of this performance, he poked his head at the door, with a humble smile, Su San saw a photo of this man when he was young in the newspaper: tall, handsome and straight, far from the humility he saw that day.

"It would be nice to have insurance." Yuan Chen suddenly muttered.

"What did you say?"

"I said that it would be good for Mr. Ye to have insurance, so that their family would not have money? Hey, Sister Su, why are your eyes so wide! ”

(To be continued.) )