That afternoon, they sat on the lawn and drank and talked.

In the distance, the familiar cries of the old man came from the alley.

Ziyi said that she had been to so many places and eaten so many delicacies, but that bowl of hot dry noodles was still fresh in her memory.

Steaming hand-rolled dough and sprinkled with a handful of crushed peanuts are not too fancy, but they are enough to immerse one in the midst of this wonder.

Compared to a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, this bowl of hot dry noodles for a few dollars seems to be no less good than a steak barbecue.

The fragrance it carries is like its aura, it only takes one time for it to have a feeling that you will never forget in this life.

Zhao Xun told Ziyi that this skilled old man is already over eighty years old this year.

Don't look at the old man's cooking, it's just a simple bowl of hot dry noodles.

From the ingredients to the noodles to the pot, what is poured into it is all the hard work of the old man in the past few decades.

Zhao said that she had been buying noodles in front of her grandfather's cart since she was a teenager.

At that time, she seemed to have the height of a small cart, and Zhao Xun, who was once naïve, even thought about secretly learning art from others on tiptoe.

At first, Zhao Xun first looked for the fragrance in the past, and then after a long time, he became familiar with it.

But there was no money at that time, in order to be able to eat such a bowl of hot dry noodles, Zhao Xun might not be able to eat breakfast and snacks for a month, and then he could save such a pitiful few yuan.

Every time when his father went to the bone tube, Zhao Xun sneaked to the mouth of the alley and asked the old man to buy a bowl of steaming hot dry noodles, which was the happiest thing at that time.

Because he was afraid of his father's scolding, he didn't dare to go home to eat, so Zhao Xun squatted next to the old man's cart, even if he was facing the wind, he was eating and gobbling up, and he was relishing.

Although she may only eat that bowl every month, Zhao Xun said that she is already very satisfied.

Maybe you like the taste, or maybe you're used to it.

Every time he passes by the mouth of the alley, Zhao Xun will always walk by inadvertently, even if he doesn't buy it, maybe it's just to find that taste, that's all.

Every time Zhao Xun didn't need to say, when grandpa saw Zhao coming over, he would directly make her a hot dry noodle with sesame and spicy and coriander.

Grandpa's words are very few, Zhao Xun has eaten hot dry noodles for several years, and the conversation with grandpa can be said to be very rare.

She didn't even know where her grandfather's family lived, she didn't know that she had been making hot dry noodles for a few years, or if she was a local.

It's just that every day when the stall is about to close in the evening, Zhao Xun always sees a faltering grandmother holding an old dog in her twilight in her hand and appears in Zhao Xun's sight.

Zhao looked at the old man until he saw off the last guest.

The old man was willing to push his small cart, and the old grandmother led the old dog who was almost in his twilight years, and then disappeared into the dusk together.

Sometimes the afterglow of the setting sun would stretch the shadows of the three of them very long, so long that Zhao Xun could stop here for a whole hour, so that Zhao Xun had not remembered that he had not left for a long time.

At that time, Zhao Xun didn't understand why the old man always came over at that time, didn't understand why the old man would bring the dog over, and didn't understand why the old man always liked to park the cart at the mouth of that alley.

It's just that for a long time later, the old man at the mouth of the alley didn't seem to appear again.

Some people say that the old man can't make money and quit, and some people say that the old man's family moved away......

For a few months, Zhao Xun remembered that she had saved nearly fifty yuan or so, and she had been reluctant to spend it.

The familiar smell of home in my memory is quietly haunting Zhao Xun's taste buds all the time.

Zhao Xun always pretends to pass by the alley every day after school, and then glances inside. Finally one time, Zhao Xun saw the old man again, and the old man was still smiling.

Zhao Xun asked the old man again and again why he didn't come out of the stall these days, but the old man avoided answering, still smiling.

Zhao Xun had already grown past the board at that time, so he didn't have to worry about his toes anymore.

Taller than the board, she finally saw that the old man's hair, which was originally only two sideburns, had already covered the entire top of his head.

It was only when it was nearly dusk that the faltering old grandmother never appeared again with the twilight old dog.

How many years have passed, and the price of grandpa's hot dry noodles has not increased.

The price of rice noodles has risen, the price of peanuts has risen, and the price of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar has also risen, but it seems that only the bowl of steaming hot dry noodles is still at that price.

Some people are innovating, some people are reproducing, but how many years have passed since the old grandfather's hot dry noodles are still the same as before.

Later, when Zhao Xun asked the old man why he inappropriately raised the price of hot dry noodles.

The old man will always say:

"This place of ours is a little closer to where the children go to school, you sell it expensive, but those children who like to eat this taste can't afford it, it's not easy for children, I know, I know ......"

"That old man is such a good man!"

Ziyi praised the old man who stood trembling in the dusk while eating the hot dry noodles that Zhao Zhao had bought.

Ziyi said that the bowl of hot dry noodles was like the landmark Tianjin Goubuli buns that her mother made at home, and the taste was really fresh.

After eating and drinking, Ziyi and Zhao Xun told them about things that even their younger brother didn't know.

Ziyi and her younger brother were high school classmates.

But when I was eighteen years old, the kind of feelings that came out of my heart were the most sincere and ignorant.

It's not about liking, and it can't be said to be love.

It's not admiration, it's not worship.

They can't bring any commitment to each other, and the weight of responsibility is too heavy for them.

It's like seeing each other late, and it's like knowing each other too early.

When they met, Ziyi didn't even dare to raise her head to look at her brother.

And the younger brother will not intercept the little sister who looks like a flower in such a class like those naughty tricksters.

If I had to say the word "unfair", it would be that girls mature earlier than boys.

The younger brother and Ziyi's class are diagonally opposite the door, and the back door of Ziyi's class is facing the front door of the younger brother's class.

Because Ziyi's class has a large rotation of seats every week, every time it is the turn of the students who sit in the last row, it can be said that it is the most unlucky week.

In addition to being blocked by tall classmates in the front row and not being able to see the blackboard, I often can't hear the teacher's lectures.

Some teachers who pay attention to the students in the back row sometimes come to lecture with a loudspeaker, so this has become the biggest blessing for the students in the last row.

Then the students who sat in the last row for the whole week worked very hard to study the lesson led by the teacher.

When the other classmates were sitting there complaining, only Ziyi didn't.

However, Ziyi also admitted that she did have some selfish intentions.

After each class, Ziyi would always shout that it was too hot, and then she would go to ask the class leader to open the back door for ventilation.

In fact, at that time, the younger brother, as the only big tall man in their class, was never included in the seat rotation, and the younger brother always sat in the last row, and the thunder could not move.

Sometimes Ziyi and their class are in self-study class, Ziyi will secretly open the back door, only to find that her younger brother and their class are empty, and Ziyi will also feel an inexplicable sense of loss.

When we meet, my heart beats faster, and when I don't meet, I miss it so much.

In fact, isn't this the most primitive appearance of youth?

Because in this world, there is nothing more beautiful than this emotion.

At that time, the school required boys to keep their hair small, and girls had to keep their hair short.

If you have to keep your hair, you have to tie it up, and you can't have bangs.

Maybe it's to show the best side of yourself in front of your brother's eyes.

Although Ziyi wears a long braid, she is always ingenious, and she always wants to be different from others in every possible way.

The head rope is also changed every few days, with bows, silk, and self-woven colored ropes.

Although sometimes when the school is checking her hair, the student union will also remind Ziyi to pay attention to her appearance.

But Ziyi relied on her position as the head teacher's favor, and she didn't take it very seriously.

In fact, Ziyi tossed so much, but she just hoped that her younger brother could take a look at her more among the many girls, even if it was just a glance.

In her three years of high school, Ziyi clearly remembers that she sat in the last row a total of 13 times.

Until the third year of high school, due to the sudden increase in the number of freshmen in high school, Ziyi's class was forced to accept the regulations of the school office and moved to the third floor as a whole.

After that, Ziyi will have fewer opportunities to see her younger brother.

After moving to the third floor, Ziyi's class became the second (1) class of high school opposite their class.

But Ziyi's habit of opening the back door after class has not changed.

Every time Ziyi looked at the opposite class, he saw unfamiliar faces, and only at this time could Ziyi clearly feel that yes, he was no longer here.

The life of the third year of high school is boring and urgent, and there is nothing else to bother them except for preparing to win every day.

But Ziyi's request was never too much, all she wanted was to be able to look at her brother from a distance.

It is possible that the experience of loneliness, the habit of loneliness, and the enjoyment of loneliness were formed at that time.

Loneliness is not something you are born with, but when you fall in love with someone.

If you hadn't met it, you could have endured loneliness, but the short-term warmth made your loneliness infinitely magnified, making it more desolate and more penetrating.

When eating in the cafeteria, even when the whole school was doing recess exercises on the playground, Ziyi never saw her younger brother again.

In the three years of high school, they didn't say a word, didn't look at each other once, and didn't have any kind of contact information.

But the younger brother was arrogant in Ziyi's youth for three whole years.