After that, there was intermittent light snow on the road, and the sky was getting darker, and the driver was worried that something would happen, so the car drove more and more slowly.

As expected, Zhao Qingyu heard what he heard today, and the car did not arrive in T City until nearly two o'clock in the morning.

The third aunt's family does not live in the urban area of T City, and she needs to take a local short bus to get here.

Zhao Qingyu's family lives at night in a youth travel agency near the station, which is the kind of chase room where more than a dozen people live, and when they go in, half of them are already occupied.

Zhao's father ordered three beds, and Zhao Qingyu had one by herself, and she was lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The room was filled with all kinds of foot odors, plus large and small snoring sounds, and she didn't even dare to lie on it, always suspecting that there was a strange smell on the bed.

There were no curtains in the room yet, and she looked at the dim street lamps outside the window and kept her eyes open until dawn.

The time when I was extremely tired but couldn't sleep was always so unbearable, but fortunately, before dawn, at six o'clock in the morning, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother woke up and beckoned the two children to get up and leave, without even washing.

There are a lot of local short-distance buses, so they just get on the bus with their luggage, and when they are almost seated, the car leaves.

After driving for about an hour, they arrived at the town where the third aunt's family lived.

I didn't have time to eat in the morning, and after getting off the bus, the family went straight to the third aunt's house.

The cousin went out with his girlfriend for something, and the third aunt and the third aunt were at home, because they greeted them in advance, the two couples waited for Zhao Qingyu and them to have breakfast together.

In Zhao Qingyu's unrecollection, the breakfast at the third aunt's house is called morning tea, but it is not really tea, but eats all kinds of local snacks and fruits.

There are white lumps similar to dragon's whiskers, twist flowers wrapped in sugar, and snacks called hemp leaves by the locals.

In addition to these, there are many things that she can't name.

All of these things were her favorite when she was a child.

But as she grew older, she didn't seem to be so interested in sweets anymore, often not eating them twice a month.

This time, the third aunt was still the same as in her memory, and she enthusiastically took out all kinds of snacks at home as morning tea to entertain them, and the third aunt went out to buy a few big pot helmets and fritters on the nearby street.

After coming back, a room full of people were eating and talking, and the third aunt was very relieved when they learned that they were living a good life.

"Xiao Wu is finally getting married, where is the woman from......"

"It's his college classmate, ...... in the Northeast"

When adults are together, it is inevitable to discuss family, children and life.

Zhao Qingyu is not an adult now, but more like an adult.

She didn't interject, just ate silently while listening to the adults' conversations.

These are things that she has experienced before, and when she goes through them again, she will still find them novel and interesting.

She had forgotten too many of the fun and good things in the time.

She listened, thought, and wanted to take all the warmth she had experienced to heart.

After breakfast, the third aunt asked Zhao's father and Zhao's mother to take the two children to the street for a walk, which happened to be the day of the market.

The third aunt lives in this town called Changshui Town, the town's New Year's flavor is very strong, and she has not yet walked to the market, and there are various stalls on both sides of the street next to it.

Spring Festival couplets, New Year's paintings, wall calendars, yellow calendars, etc., are prosperous at a glance.

Further inside is the real hot market, the road on the ground is bluestone slabs, only two or three meters wide, both sides of the road are full of real old houses, eaves flying corners, red lanterns.

Inside the house are shops selling all kinds of New Year's goods, firecrackers, melon seeds and candies, clothes and shoes, and occasionally a small car with rock sugar gourds and sugar clay people.

Zhao Qingyu looked at the stall of the sugar man, and Zhao's mother asked her if she wanted to eat.

In fact, she is just nostalgic.

But since her mother had asked, she nodded obediently.

She did want to taste what it was like when she was a child.

Her parents asked her and Zhao Qingfeng to go to the sugar man, and both of them turned to the dragon.

It was the largest and most cost-effective animal, and it could eat a lot of sticky candy for the same price, and it was the thing she wanted to turn to the most when she was a child.

The sugar man is a gray-haired old man, although he is very old, but his hands are not shaking or crooked.

A heroic dragon can be made in less than a minute.

Not long after, Zhao Qingyu and Zhao Qingfeng each had a big sugar dragon in their hands.

But after Zhao Qingyu took two steps with the candy man, he found that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.

There are so many people on this ancient street that she has such a large string of candy people in her hand that she will accidentally dip it on others.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she can only carefully avoid the oncoming people.

Doing so made it impossible for her to continue shopping with peace of mind......

And Zhao Qingfeng didn't have so many troubles, his whole body was on the candy man, basically eating all the way, and his mouth never stopped.

When the ancient streets were finished, Zhao Qingyu's candy barely moved, and Zhao Qingfeng's stick didn't even know where to throw it.

After returning to the third aunt's house, the cousin and the prospective cousin-in-law had already returned and were whispering something in the house.

When they saw Zhao's mother and Zhao's father coming back, their cousin immediately got up to greet them, and shouted "five aunts and five uncles" very affectionately.

Then, after some introduction, Zhao's mother asked about the situation of the two again.

Although she already knew about it from the mouth of the third aunt before......

Adults chatted, and inevitably talked about Zhao Qingyu and Zhao Qingfeng's studies.

In the past, Zhao Qingyu had a headache when she heard these discussions between adults, she glanced at her younger brother Zhao Qingfeng, and sure enough, the latter's face was not very good now.

"Xiaoyu is going to choose liberal arts and sciences soon, right? Are you going to take liberal arts or science? The cousin suddenly turned the subject to her.

Zhao Qingyu smiled slightly: "Liberal arts, I can't do science." ”

"Liberal Arts...... It's not very easy to get employed, and your mother said that she wants you to study medicine, or it's better to study science. ”

Yes, the liberal arts seem to have been and will continue to suffer from prejudice.

But...... She's really not good at science!!

"I think it's okay, I can study trade economics, foreign languages, etc., and I'm going to study art in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several people present were different.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to take the art exam?" Mother Zhao asked.

Before Zhao Qingyu nodded, Zhao's father said disapprovingly: "That's not good, what's the use of studying art, you have seen a few people who studied art and later became painters." ”

"Who said I was going to be a painter!" Zhao Qingyu retorted.

"So what's the use of you studying art, setting up a stall on the side of the road to paint portraits? You don't necessarily have to come for a day, so you can't drink the northwest wind every day......"

Zhao Qingyu sighed helplessly, in this era, there is no way out for many people of the older generation to study art.

After all, there are only a handful of famous painters in the country and even the world, and the Internet is not developed at this time, and I have not heard of anyone who has learned how to paint.

But Zhao Qingyu is different, of course she knows what she wants to do, and she also knows what she can do.

"Dad, you're wrong, there's a lot you can do when you learn art."

vertex