Zhang Yi was dragged by the bride's side to drink, Qingchen and Duan Yi, two friends from the man's family, sat at a table, she thought that Duan Yi would say something to her, but he didn't, Duan Yi left early when the banquet was about to end.

Qingchen was waiting outside the hotel for Zhang Yi to finish sending off the guests.

"That's leaving?" Zhang asked her with a red face and a thick neck.

"Gotta go, there's still business in the store." She replied.

Zhang nodded slightly, turned around and searched around as if he was looking for something, but when he didn't find it, he began to mutter, "Where is the translator?" ”

Qingchen continued, "He left early." ”

"Don't say hello to me and leave, stinky boy." Zhang Yi spewed out some wine as he spoke, but Qingchen didn't avoid it, but the bride pulled him and smiled apologetically at Qingchen.

"I have to go." Qingchen glanced at his phone, one o'clock in the afternoon, this time to go back, to Tong City just in the evening.

Zhang Yi didn't answer her, and only said something half-loud.

"Duan Yi hasn't had a good time these years."

Qingchen's hand holding the mobile phone suddenly tightened, and suddenly felt a chill from the soles of his feet, and then his whole body seemed to be frozen.

"It's all gone." She whispered.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and there was a WeChat message, it was the clerk in the store asking when she would be back. The bride knew that the two had something to say, and walked away with interest.

"Qingchen, brother asked you, you said it was over, so did you pass the hurdle in your heart?"

Seeing that Qingchen didn't speak, Zhang Yi continued to ask.

"If it's over, why don't you go back to Chunxi Road once in five years?"

Qingchen smiled, "If you don't come back, you won't have time to come back, I'm fine over there." ”

Seeing her avoid the topic, Zhang Yi couldn't bear to continue to ask, "Do you know that Duan Yi works in Tong City?" ”

"I heard about it yesterday."

"He did very well in Wucheng before, and when their company opened a branch in Tongshi, he followed."

When Duan Yi was in college, he co-founded a company in Wucheng with others, Qingchen knew it, but he didn't know that he could open a branch now, but this is not Duan Yi, a man who can make things happen.

Qingchen: "What are you telling me to do with this?" ”

"He went to Tong City three years ago."

*

Two weeks before the Spring Festival, Qingchen drove by, and saw many stalls on both sides of the road, selling Spring Festival couplets, stickers, and firecrackers.

Waiting for the red light, she looked up at the green sign, and turned right on Chunxi Road for two hundred meters. Rubbing her fingers twice unconsciously on the steering wheel, she stepped on the accelerator and walked straight away.

When he was about to get on the highway, a black jeep flashed over the light dust and stopped in the temporary parking area not far away.

He reached out and shook the light dust, which slowed down and parked the car behind the jeep.

Duan Yi saw her stop, went back to the car and took a paper bag out, wrapped his clothes tightly and got out of the car.

"Aren't you leaving?" She asked Duan Yi.

Duan Yi shook his head, "I'm going to buy something." As he spoke, he handed her the bag.

Qingchen took the bag and opened it, a fragrance of osmanthus came to his nose, and a pile of white osmanthus cakes were neatly stacked in the brown paper bag.

"You don't like this, I bought you some and took it back to eat." He said lightly.

"Thank you." Qingchen thanked him with a sigh of thanks.

"Let's go, be careful on the road." He told Qingchen, his eyes glanced at the half of Qingchen's exposed leg, "Wear more, don't make yourself sick for the sake of looking good." ”

"Okay." Her voice trembled slightly, and she agreed.

She didn't even say goodbye, walked quickly back to the car, and burst into tears.

It's strange, even though it's been five years since they were separated, they still want to cry because of Lin Qingchen's sentence, and they still cry because of a bowl of white fungus soup and a bag of osmanthus cake.

The thought was silent, but after the meeting, she was defeated and defeated.

The osmanthus cake is still hot, Qingchen took a bite of the bag and tasted it, it was the osmanthus cake sold at the intersection of Chunxi Road, and the taste had not changed. Swallowing the osmanthus cake with tears, Qingchen started the car, watched the white car leave, and Duan Yi turned around and went back to Lincheng.

*

The crematorium in Lincheng is on the outskirts, and there is a cemetery outside the crematorium, which is quite large. Duan Yi parked the car at the door, walked to the door of the security room and handed the uncle a cigarette.

"Here we are." Uncle greeted him.

Duan Yi nodded, lit the fire for the uncle, and walked straight into the cemetery.

Finding his grandmother's tombstone with ease, Duan Yi sat quietly for a while, then kowtowed three times, and left without looking back.

*

It was just six o'clock in the afternoon when Qingchen arrived in Tong City, and she drove the car to the door of the dessert shop, which was not busy now, and there were a few customers sitting in the store.

Qingchen pushed the door in, the wind chimes at the door jingled, and the little girl in the store looked up at her at first glance and greeted her with a smile.

"Sister, have you eaten?" Chu Chu asked her while carrying her bag.

"Not yet, what about you?" Qingchen put the osmanthus cake on the cooking table, turned around and went into the compartment to take off his coat.

"I was just about to call someone to send it, and I can order one for you too? Claypot rice? Chu Chu asked her.

"Okay."

"Taste a piece." Qingchen pushed the bag to Chu Chu, took out a clip from the knitting basket and clamped his hair.

"Osmanthus cake?" Chu Chu took a piece and chewed it.

"Hmm."

"Sister, is this a Lincheng specialty?"

"It's not." Qingchen shook his head, "It's a specialty of Chunxi Road." ”

Hearing this, Chu Chu didn't continue to ask, wiped his hands and went to make a phone call, Chunxi Road is a topic that the proprietress can't mention.

Qingchen had just finished eating, packing up the takeaway box, and a polite man in a suit and leather shoes came into the store.

"Hello, can you make a custom dessert here?"

"Yes." Qingchen handed him the menu, "Everything on the menu can be done." ”

The man glanced at it roughly, "I want one on the menu, I'll pick it up this time tomorrow." ”

Light Dust was surprised, "Are you sure?" "There are more than fifty desserts on the menu.

"Sure." The man nodded, "Isn't that okay?" ”

"Okay." Light dust should be down.

"Can you give me a contact information? Business cards and the like. The man asked again.

Qingchen handed him a business card with his name and phone number printed on it, "You can add me on WeChat, and contact me directly if you have anything." ”

The man nodded, and confirmed the time again.

"Sister, he shouldn't be interesting to you, right? Engage you in this way. Chu Chu looked at the back of the distant and asked Qingchen.

"What's going on in your head all day?" Qingchen scolded with a smile.

Chu Chu smiled, "Who called the boss lady, you are so beautiful." ”

"Poor mouth, come early tomorrow." She told Chu Chu.

"Gotcha."

Chu Chu accompanied Qingchen to lock the door, and then rode home on his little electric donkey.

There is a friend application in Qingchen's WeChat.

L applied to add you as a friend, followed by a message, buy dessert.

Qingchen passed the friend application, this person's avatar is white, and the circle of friends is also set to be visible for only three days, no information was found, Qingchen turned off the screen and drove back to the place where he lived.

The place where Qingchen lives is some distance from the dessert shop, it is an old residential area, the security measures are acceptable, the infrastructure is also good, the main reason is that the price is not expensive, such a house is not so easy to find in Tong City.

In the middle of this year, Qingchen just finished paying off the loan, picked up a new car, and the matter of buying a house is still on the agenda.

When the dessert shop opened, it was also tossed, Zhang Yi borrowed her money, the bank took out a loan, and he had some savings in his hand, so he opened it up, fortunately, the light dust craftsmanship is not bad, the dessert shop business has always been very good, Zhang Yi's money was paid off, the loan was repaid, and the remaining money bought an inexpensive car, and now there is only one home of his own.

Over the years, Qingchen has established himself in Tong City, not to mention how hard it is, it is not easy to live in the world.