The days of leisurely and leisurely always pass so quickly, and after school, people flock to the school gate like a tide.

Su Can wanted to go home as soon as school and do his homework well, but he was stared at by a few die-hard friends and couldn't get out, so he had to follow helplessly.

Su Can and his group walked shoulder to shoulder along the street along Junzi Lane and Bluestone Lane, on both sides of the street were rows of shops, full of commercial atmosphere, a large number of modern architectural prototypes also began to appear, and the bustling crowd was crowded.

On the top of the uphill slope of Cross Street is the People's Hospital, there is also a traditional Chinese medicine hospital on the tree-lined downhill to the east, and on the side of the North Street Avenue are Hanchang Primary School and Chengbei Primary School.

On the side of North Street is the old Construction Bureau and the dormitory of old cadres, some old people are basking in the sun, and the East Street vegetable market is very lively, and Su Can's family buys vegetables here for the New Year.

Su Can strolls through the streets of Cross Street, where there are still white walls and black tiles, as clear as an ink painting.

I have walked through these streets countless times, either in a hurry or in a hurry, or rushing to pass by, but I have never calmed down to take a good look.

People are always accustomed to what they are accustomed to and turn a blind eye to.

Feet on the thick bluestone paved pavement.

Su Can looked at the familiar scene, and missed ten years for a moment.

In my memory, it should be in the mottled depths of time, and those moss-covered wall tiles seem to be so embarrassing.

He looked at the laughing and playful brothers beside him, as if all the previous burdens had been lifted.

In these youthful boiling years, there is no need to pretend anything, and there is a certain number of things to do at what age.

Barbecue is a common summer street delicacy in southern cities.

In the evening, a plate of fragrant grilled meat skewers, coupled with a large glass of cold draft beer for a few cents, gurgling down the throat to the stomach, the spicy smell of the lamb skewers mixed with the coldness of the draft beer, this feeling is absolutely refreshing!

There are rows of barbecue stalls on the side of the North Street pontoon bridge in the old street, which is very lively, and the barbecue stalls are set up with large log tables for barbecue.

Although it is not yet the golden hour after ten o'clock, it is already full of people at this time, and if you go late, there will be no place.

Su Can saw smoke rising from a distance, a smell of charcoal burning and burnt meat wafting in, and the noisy and noisy crowd was sitting around the table, shirtless, and the ground was full of drunken beers.

"Just choose this barbecue stall, I know the stall owner well, so it can be cheaper." Zhang Jiabin smiled and said, "It's the first official gathering of our brothers, so we have to eat something." ”

"I'm okay with that." Jun Yao said with a smile.

Liu Lei and Zhao Shun lowered their heads and chatted about something, and then Zhao Shun raised his head and glanced at Su Can with frowns.

What are these guys gossiping about, don't ask, Su Can thought with his toes, and he could guess that the fire of gossip in Liu Lei and Zhao Shun's hearts was burning.

Ten years later, Su Can rarely comes to such a barbecue stall, not that he doesn't want to come, but he doesn't have time.

Every day when he woke up, Su Can had to take a crowded bus to work, and even if he got off work, he walked on the street in a hurry and indifferently, as a small white-collar worker who worked from 9 to 5, he was tired to death all day, how could he have time to eat barbecue supper.

Barbecue, say cheap is not cheap, say expensive is not expensive.

The proletariat, such as students and migrant workers, are not in a position to eat every day, but the really rich people disdain to eat it, after all, smoked food is not good for health.

They should sit in a French restaurant eating caviar and black truffles from Chinese sturgeons, or live a life of luxury in a nightclub.

As a result, barbecue is what middle-class petty bourgeois white-collar workers eat the most.

When Su Can was a student, he often envied others for eating barbecue, three or five people, eating and drinking, talking freely, wouldn't it be happy.

After that, Su Can had an economic foundation, and occasionally went to eat, but felt that there was nothing to eat.

In fact, eating barbecue is a feeling, a feeling of chatting with a confidant or a close friend, whether it is eating, singing, or entertainment, people are actually looking for some people to talk to, a feeling of being able to speak, which is very difficult.

When it comes to barbecue, Su Can has to mention draft beer.

Draft beer is a draft beer that is usually served in barrels, but when you drink it, you can drink it in a cup.

The cup of draft beer is not fixed, the large cup has 800 ml, and the small cup has 300 ml, and those who can drink it can drink a barrel.

A few cents of a glass of Qingdao draft beer, you can drink as much as you want.

Eating fragrant and golden barbecue chicken wings and lamb skewers, drinking Qingdao draft beer that is cold to the bones, regardless of whether it is harmful to the body, the pleasure of being so cool is definitely there!

"Look at those people, roasting, roasting, eating, eating, eating, walking by, looking at the full of people, eating and drinking, noisy people, suddenly feel a rare harmony, crawling and rolling in the red dust, it can be regarded as a kind of cultivation." Su Can lost his voice and laughed.

Liu Lei and the others looked at each other, when did Su Can become so philosophical?

This is an unusually popular barbecue stand, but there are six or seven wooden tables on the 20 square meters of sand, and some leftovers of barbecue have not had time to clean up.

An emaciated boy carried a puff of dirty water to the floor, poured all the table scraps into another bucket, and then wet the dirty rag to wipe the table clean.

"This is the mute Yang, Lao Yang, the people in their village, the family is poor, and they came out to help with things." Zhang Jiabin whispered to Su Can.

When Su Can and the five of them came, there were already five or six tables of guests, but fortunately, there were still one or two tables left that were not full, at least there was a place to eat barbecue.

"Uncle Yang, business is good, hehe! I'm here to bring you business. Zhang Jiabin shook off his long, non-mainstream long hair, and said to a smiling fat man familiarly.

Next to the two-meter-long oven, Lao Yang, who was slightly fat, frequently turned forty or fifty skewers of meat in front of the red charcoal fire in the narrow oven.

He was so busy that he didn't raise his head, taking advantage of the opportunity to turn the meat skewers, wiped his sweat, and then raised his head, with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Take what you want to eat, order whatever you want, Jiabin, by the way, send these ten meat skewers to the men and women at the next table." ”

On his right-hand side, at the end of the oven, a barbed wire clamp was connected by ten flesh and bones, which were also turned by Lao Yang from time to time, slowly turning from raw to cooked.

At this time, the charcoal fire is in full swing, and the various meat skewers on the oven are quickly cooked.

Lao Yang stretched out his hand and pinched the chili noodles and cumin powder from the cooking bowl on the inside of the stove rack, and two or three seemingly inadvertent sprinkling the meat skewers evenly covered with the ingredients, and then put them into the rectangular stainless steel dinner plate covered with plastic bags.

Zhang Jiabin smiled bitterly and said, "Come on, I dare to love me." As he said that, he quickly brought the skewers to the guest.

"If you want to eat, I'll get it for you." Zhang Jiabin turned around and came back to everyone.

"I can do whatever I want, just have chicken wings and chicken legs, ask if there is draft beer here, it doesn't matter what brand it is, the key is to have the kind of chilled." Liu Lei sat on the chair casually and said.

"Nonsense, if you don't have a cold draft beer, you might as well go home and take the kids." Lao Yang replied angrily, and at the same time, as if by magic, his hand pinched some cumin chili powder and sprinkled it on the fragrant chicken thighs.

The chicken thighs and chicken wings have been grilled with golden butter, and the oil drips on the barbed wire of the stove, making a 'snort' sound, and the salt and spices have already been evenly moistened, and the tempting fragrance is permeating everywhere.

There is indeed an appetite for the appetizer!

Everyone's eyes lit up, this barbecue restaurant is no wonder it is unusually popular, it seems that this Lao Yang still really has a unique skill, just smelling this fragrance is enough to make people swallow saliva.

Zhang Jiabin has already placed an order, 40 skewers of mutton, 2 grilled eggplants, 5 skewers of leeks, 7 roasted oysters, 78 slices of dried tofu, 5 chicken thighs and chicken wings, and so on.

Zhao Shun and Liu Lei came out with a bucket of chilled Qingdao draft beer, which was cold and showed a hint of chill.

I waited in the smoke and fire for about half an hour.

The barbecue that I ordered finally arrived, but the dried tofu was not roasted in the end, and Lao Yang's business was so good that there was no place to put the poor dried tofu on the grill.

Su Can and the others were finally aroused by the gluttonous worms in their stomachs, their index fingers moved, their bellies opened, and they ate and drank at the same time, talking freely, and their passion was flying.