Rayong's wife called me, and she had packed up everything and came out of the hut.

I sighed, and when I looked back at the commissary downstairs again, I found that Xia Hong, who was standing there looking at me just now, was gone.

Rayong's wife also stood next to me, and she asked me what I was looking at.

The commissary downstairs is still very hot.

In such a large community, all the elderly live there, and you don't have to go far to buy your favorite goods. And just now I found out that the prices there are relatively cheap, and good business is also a must.

I said it was nothing, and sat back down with her.

Still didn't have anything to say to her, she looked down and didn't know what she was thinking, but my mind kept thinking about the scene when I saw Xia Hong just now.

Suddenly, something came to me.

took out my mobile phone and flipped to the photo of Xia Hong and Grandma Hu, I pointed to Xia Hong and asked Luo Yong's wife: "Do you know this woman?" ”

Rayong's wife looked at my phone for a long time and shook her head at me.

I was slightly disappointed.

Unexpectedly, she said in the next sentence: "I don't know her, but I have seen her." ”

With that, she got up and went back to her bedroom, and took out an old dusty photo album from it. It's an old antique, and I haven't seen it in years.

Rayong's wife walked up to me and when I opened the album, I smelled a strong musty smell.

Obviously, this thing has been sitting for a long time and has not been touched.

When the woman opened the thing in front of me, my throat itched, and I couldn't help coughing, the dust of this thing was too big.

"Rayong said, this is something left by my mother-in-law." The woman flipped through the photo album and said, "It's been a long time since she died, and I've never seen her, Rayong said, it's the only thing she has left." ”

I also looked at the photo album, and Zhou Hui in the photo was relatively stout.

She's not pretty, and she dresses up casually.

In a few of the photos, I also saw Su Xiaoyu.

At that time, Su Xiaoyu was wearing a school uniform and a ponytail, and her appearance looked relatively pure.

I asked Rayong's wife if she knew her, she shook her head, and then she flipped the page, pointed to another photo and said, "Is the woman you just mentioned this woman named Xia Hong?" ”

I was stunned, I just sent her the photo just now, and didn't tell her Xia Hong's name, how could she know this name?

I looked at the photo, yes, the woman standing with the middle-aged Zhou Hui was really Xia Hong.

On her body, she was wearing the goose-yellow blouse again, and her face was still so thin.

Rayong's wife didn't say anything, just pulled out the photo with her fingers.

Turning the photo upside down, she pointed to the line behind the photo. I saw that the sentence written behind the photo was still the same sentence: May the years never pass - Xia Hong.

Zhou Hui, do you know Xia Hong too?!

I stood up all of a sudden, and I was amazed at how suddenly I got this message.

At the moment, my heart is turbulent and I can't calm down.

Rayong's wife asked me what was wrong, and I paused for a moment before calming down and asked her, "Rayong, do you know where this woman came from?" ”

Zhou Hui is dead, and Rayong is the closest person to her in this world.

Although they hadn't seen each other until they died, Rayong had lived with her for at least ten years, and maybe Rayong knew a little bit about the consequences.

Rayong's wife shook her head: "He didn't say it, and I didn't ask." ”

With her permission, I took another picture of the photo.

I was going to wait for Rayong to come back and contact him again, so I said I was leaving, and Rayong's wife took a look at the fruit and milk I had brought and said thank you sincerely.

Before leaving, I gave her a few hundred dollars.

The woman was a little surprised, said nothing, and after pushing each other with me for a while, she still accepted the money.

Walking downstairs, I glanced at the sunset on the horizon, and then raised my eyes to look at the dealers in Rayong's house, and I still didn't come in vain.

At least I know that Zhou Hui and Xia Hong know each other, this important point.

On the way home, the sunset was in front of me.

But I always felt that someone was following me. I looked back many times, and although I didn't see anyone behind me, the feeling was strange and lingering.

Back at the store, the chicken noodle shop was opened.

Liang Yuan began to work again, in the summer evening, the high temperature had not yet faded, and Liang Yuan was already standing in front of a cauldron and began to get busy.

I pulled out a tissue and handed it to him, "Wipe your sweat." ”

Then, I picked up a bowl of noodles he had cooked and asked him, "Come on, which table is it?" ”

He pointed to the curb outside and said to me, "Number three, that girl's." ”

Picking up the bowl of noodles, I walked over.

The girl had her back to me, and when she saw me coming, she immediately looked up and said thank you. The moment she looked up, I recognized her.

The girl sitting in front of me was actually the Wang Xiaoguo I met in the cave when Tang Muzhou and I went to Dongshan to look for Dendrobium last time.

Seeing that it was me, she was also a little surprised, she pointed at me: "It turned out to be you, you are actually a noodle seller?" ”

I nodded and sat down across from her.

In front of Wang Xiaoguo was a bowl of noodles.

My family has enough amounts, ordinary people, it is enough to eat a small portion of six yuan, and this large portion is eaten by a man with five big and three thick, and it has to be the kind of worker on the construction site to eat.

Wang Xiaoguo took a deep breath, and she pulled out a pair of chopsticks: "Your noodles smell really good, but I can't make up my mind for you now, I have to taste them to know what the taste is." ”

As she spoke, she stirred a few times, picked up the noodles and spun around the side of the bowl, wrapped in a piece of chicken gizzard, and put it in her mouth.

This way of eating noodles is very delicious.

It seems that this Wang Xiaoguo is an expert when he eats.

She tasted it carefully, and suddenly said to me, "Your noodles are not handmade, they are pressed by that kind of machine, right?" ”

I asked her, "How do you know?" ”

She smiled disdainfully: "You can know this noodle as soon as you eat it, and it tastes obviously not strong enough compared to the handmade one." ”

This noodle is indeed not handmade.

Lao Liu told me that there is no longer the kind of time-consuming and laborious handmade noodles in the world. First, the cost is too high, and secondly, few people can eat it.

This Wang Xiaoguo's mouth is really a bit tricky.

Although it is machine noodles, Wang Xiaoguo also eats it very carefully, and praises the good taste while eating, and the chicken offal is also fried well.

After a while, she ate up a large portion of noodles.

Putting down the chopsticks, she wiped her mouth and suddenly asked me, "Tang Xiaofan, have you seen my mother?" ”