As soon as the fragrant and soft goose meat entered his tongue, Chen Xiaoer couldn't stop.

The little half goose went down to its belly, and its stomach began to whine with fullness.

It can't hold anything else.

Chen Xiaoer swallowed the last bite of minced meat in his mouth with great difficulty, although the thoughts in his mind were still reluctant to give up on the goose meat, although the snort and the taste buds on the tip of the tongue were still in love with the goose meat, but the stomach did not cooperate, and finally let Chen Xiaoer put down the chopsticks.

The long, long, flavorful flavor begins to fade from the tip of the tongue and the nose to the mind.

At this time, the green trees outside the window, the blue stream of the smoke stream, the flowers and trees in front of the court, as well as the sound of the wind and birds once again poured in from all kinds of senses and began to occupy his brain.

At the same time, through Chen Xiaoer's ears, into his mind, there was a conversation with a dialect in the neighboring seat.

……

"Uncle, that woman is a cousin of Yubo's family? How come I haven't seen it before? "Sitting next to me were old and young, both wearing loafers and speaking in dialects, and they looked like locals. The younger young man asked the first question, bringing the question into Chen Xiaoer's ears.

"What 'this woman' 'that woman' of? You should be called 'Aunt Ye'er'! The older man listened to the young man's words and said with a little dissatisfaction.

He was accustomed to teaching his juniors.

Young people are not embarrassed or angry because the older people have a little lesson of "relying on the old and selling the old" - this is a common thing in Qingshan Town.

Now, except for those boys in the city, the little melon eggs in Qingshan Town, wasn't that one taught by all the elders to grow up? In the town of Qingshan. The older teach the younger. Even if what is said is not so reasonable. And as it should be.

"Yes, yes, uncle, I said it wrong, I should call it Auntie." The young man hurriedly admitted his mistake and blocked a lot of verbosity behind the uncle.

"Why haven't I seen this aunt. I said it with a bit of Cantonese accent. "It's just that the locals can hear that the vernacular in Ye Yuzhi's mouth is not correct, no matter how you listen to it, it's not that taste, but like someone who has lived in the city for a period of time and came to Qingshan Town. There are always some strange words and tones mixed in the vernacular.

Ye Yuzhi didn't have much contact with the people of Qingshan Town, even if she was imperceptibly because of the change in Yubo's accent, she also learned some of the vernacular dialect of Qingshan Town, but it was always not pure, and she still had some of her original accent.

"Of course you haven't. That's everyone's beautiful fan, have you ever seen it? The old man glanced at the young man, and his words paused. As for why "Aunt Ye'er" has some Cantonese accents in her words, he really doesn't know.

In other words, he didn't know the origin of Yubo's family.

But I don't know, I don't know. But he can't be cowardly in front of the younger generations, so he will be old. A rumor came out.

Rumors, it was supposed to be more exaggerated and exaggerated, and it absolutely had to be liked by the masses, so the scenes of mandarin ducks, butterflies, elopement, and the poor boy of Miss Qianjin were all made up.

The version that the uncle said was definitely not the one he heard more than ten years ago, and it was definitely made up by him based on his life experience in the past few decades and the jokes he saw in various dramas.

No matter what kind of story it was originally, when the uncle told it, it became a "fact" that even he swore to.

"Yes, that's it." After the uncle finished speaking, in his own head, he added such an ending to this "fact". ”

Chen Xiaoer listened to the barely intelligible "vernacular" next to him tell the story, and at first he listened to it with suspicion and interest, but the more he listened, the more it looked like the plot of those soap operas at eight o'clock?

Even some plots are so similar to a classic plot of a certain divine drama that he is familiar with.

The young man next to him still listened carefully, but Chen Xiaoer's face showed a slightly contemptuous smile that only he knew, showing his "superior" IQ.

He picked up the teacup again, looked out the window, and drank it gently......

I spent an afternoon in such a quiet teahouse, and even dinner was solved by the way.

Chen Xiaoer, who came out of the small attic again, no longer regained his original obscene temperament, but after half a day of bamboo wind and water, he brought a bit of temperament that should not have appeared in a person like him.

He rarely felt a bit of leisure and fun in life.

He said hello to the beautiful proprietress and, in Ye Yuzhi's gentle greeting, stepped out of the small attic and stepped under a wide starry sky of the Milky Way.

Looking at the bamboo shadow scattered under the star, I don't know why, I never chant poetry and appreciate words, in middle school, Chen Xiaoer, who had never heard of the Chinese class taught by the physical education teacher, suddenly had a small sentence in his mind: Why is there no moon in the night? Where is there no bamboo cypress? But few idlers are like the ears of the two of us!

With such a sentence in his mind, Chen Xiaoer was so excited that even the pores of his whole body exploded - he didn't know when he, as a little paparazzi who was scolded indiscriminately and took pictures of people's privacy, would have such literary cells.

If such a gene had awakened earlier, perhaps he would have become a tycoon in the literary world; No matter how bad it is, it's not difficult to be a little writer who writes essays in codewords, is it?

Thinking like this in his mind, he felt a little resentful, and the steps under his feet became chaotic, and the original leisure disappeared immediately, just like the chaotic shadow.

Chen Xiaoer returned to the inn he had booked, washed up, and carefully flipped through the images that had been left in his camera all day today—a habit he had for many years—he always looked forward to finding something in the photos that he didn't usually care about.

It's not useless, it's a photographer – oh no, it's the quality of a paparazzi.

The chaotic thoughts of writers and the like in his head gradually faded away when he began to look through the photos.

It was also at this time that all the shackles and halos that had been attached to his body and spirit faded, and only a serious person remained, a person who really threw himself into something, just like a working "machine", which truly showed his vigorous strength.

Chen Xiaoer kept flipping through the contents of the camera.

All the photos passed in front of his eyes, until he thought that he had found nothing today, and the keys in his hand were getting faster and faster, when suddenly, a picture flashed in front of his eyes, like a spiritual light crossed his mind!

The string in his head suddenly tightened, like an old detective who had found a clue, and the whole person did it upright.

He immediately flipped forward the picture in front of him, constantly looking for that glimmer of light, until the picture stayed on a woman who couldn't tell whether she was young or old.

"It's her, it's her!" A voice in his head told him that there seemed to be something he needed in this woman waiting for him to discover.

This is the second time he has fixed his gaze on this photo, on this woman.

There seemed to be something special about her that attracted the attention of his old paparazzi. (To be continued.) )