When Zhao Zhiqiang walked around the corner, the sea breeze in Linzhou blew the early morning of winter very cold. tightened his coat and walked forward out of the side door of the community unhurriedly. Looking at a straight and brand-new road, there is occasionally a car coming and going. On the opposite side, it is a large construction site full of tower cranes, although there is no main body to start, but the chaotic scene and some low bungalows around it, forming a chaotic block, which is actually part of the transformation of the southern district of the city, which is also a microcosm of the country's great urbanization.

Soon, the two streets of Chang'an Village will be as urbanized as here.

"Alas!" He couldn't help but sigh heavily, it turned out that this was an old street full of market atmosphere, and across the old street was a low old house. At first, it looks a little messy. But on both sides of the street, there are many small shops and vendors. Even, this was once a spontaneous open-air bazaar, many people set up stalls along the street to sell vegetables, very lively, although a little dirty, but the residents are very harmonious, the morning market is very lively, but now it has become cold.

The original No. 3 Middle School was on that construction site, and her home was opposite. What now?

Zhao Zhiqiang is very familiar with this street, and every day he has to walk through the lively side street to school.

Among them, there are also things that I liked to eat very much, my mother was not sick at that time, and although the life of the family was harder, I was able to eat some security. This street carries a lot of his memories.

Of course, the most memorable thing is the girl who is soft and weak, likes to wear a white dress and comb a long braid. I was in the same class in junior high school, and I was assigned to the same class in high school.

Even past experiences, many things, and many memories have been blurred. However, she was deeply engraved in his mind like a brand, as if she had just met her.

Zhao Zhiqiang didn't know how much time it would take him to forget her, forget her eyes, those big watery and clear eyes, full of heartbreaking sadness, but always showed a seemingly sweet smile.

In fact, Zhao Zhiqiang hoped that she could scold herself a few words at that time. It's just that at that time, she didn't say a word, just looked at herself like that, smiled and wept, and shook her weak shoulders in the cold wind...... But at that time, he was really confused.

"Huh!" Zhao Zhiqiang was a little bitter, smiled self-deprecatingly, tilted his head in the cold wind and lit a cigarette.

After taking a deep breath and exhaling it, she watched the smoke dissipate quickly in the wind, shook her head, and suppressed her mind that she would think of every time she passed by here, and laughed at herself, thinking what was wrong with her. Three years have passed, she should have gone to college too, right?

The past is long gone. Many things, once missed, it is difficult to recover. It's like this street, and there are a few old houses left on the opposite side.

Demolished, is demolished.

People can't live in memory forever, everything has to be on the bright side.

This newly built road is also very good, at least clean and wide enough. According to the location, there must be a high-end community built over there, and the demolition households should have received enough money.

Of course, the demolition of the old area in the south of the city is not as cheap as the demolition of the two streets of Chang'an Village, here I heard Gu Quanyou say that the price per square meter of old is several times more than ten times that of the city, although it is not as expensive as Bincheng, but it is much more effective than the city. It's not a joke that any household with a house and a courtyard can tear out millions of billionaires.

Shaking his head, he put aside some of the mess in his head. Zhao Zhiqiang slowly paced forward, and from time to time he looked at the things on other stalls, whether they were the same as the small market over there.

Some bosses can still recognize him, but they can't recognize Zhao Zhiqiang, who was single-handedly with Zhao Tiejun and had not appeared in a big fight for three years.

I walked past more than a dozen stalls such as fried dough sticks and fruit rice bowls, and came to the stall with authentic Mongolian fruits. In the bustling stalls, it is very inconspicuous and the name is very ordinary.

But it was such an ordinary stall, I remember that at that time, it was a half-window hut opposite, and my eyes were slightly in a trance, and at that time in the alley leading to the school, the business of this house was very good, and the students bought two fruits and a glass of bean juice, and walked while eating, and finished eating at the school gate. That's the rhythm of lazy students.

The couple sometimes pushed the cart and sold it on the street at the mouth of the alley. The fruits are freshly fried and are very popular. Zhao Zhiqiang is not lazy, because his home is far away from the school and he does not live in the dormitory, and she is not lazy, every morning when she comes back from working in the family's private land, she buys these for her sick mother to take back, and sometimes they will meet together.

Memories are like this, but some are very profound. I remember one time there was only one left, and at that time, he was still fighting with her......

He was stubborn, and she was sad all morning.

Later, he learned that her mother was of Mongolian nationality and liked to eat fruits and milk tea since she was a child. Since then, he has never robbed it again, sometimes he bought it and waited on the street, and later went to her house to help with the work, and later, the story of his and her early love became a school storm, the teacher warned, classmates discriminated, Zhao Tiejun challenged, fight, dropped out of school, and then, he left Linzhou to be a soldier.

He remembered that that day, when he was left school, he cried very sadly, very hurt. She stayed with him, but he kept calling her to go...... I drank a lot, a lot, and I didn't even know how to get home. When I woke up, I even hung up the hanging bottle.

It's still that familiar face, but the couple is a little older than they were at the beginning. The look of stability and happiness in the eyebrows is even more than before, and the man who remembers his family seems to be a local.

"Sister-in-law Na Renhua, bring me a fruit." After Zhao Zhiqiang saw other customers leaving, he came to the front and shouted. Many people don't know that the middle-aged woman who watched the stall is called Na Renhua, but only those who are familiar with her know that she is a daughter-in-law who married from Inner Mongolia.

"Huh?"

The woman was curious, there was a stranger who knew her name? Is it a regular customer? Still a friend, this voice is a bit raw.

"Well, young man, you're lucky, the last fruit. Ah, it looks like you're very fresh, but how do you know me? ”

Maybe it was because of hard work, Na Renhua's sister-in-law, who already had a lot of wrinkles, neatly put the crispy fruit into the food bag and handed it to Zhao Zhiqiang with a smile.

"Or three dollars for two, twelve and one pounds?" Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "I was originally a student of No. 3 Middle School. ”

"Hehe, this price is last year, and now it's two yuan a piece."

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, did not speak, and was ready to pay the bill and take it.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, give me a piece of fruit, I've worked overtime and finally got off work now. I don't like to eat breakfast in the cafeteria, and I'm starving to death. Or your fruit milk tea here is delicious, the taste must be authentic, especially the milk tea is delicious, hehe, in Linzhou, the milk tea here is the original taste of Inner Mongolia. A clean and neat voice came to Zhao Zhiqiang's ears, the voice was very crisp and full of energy.

This voice was very familiar, and Zhao Zhiqiang immediately remembered someone.

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