7-1

In the early morning, Xiangfen Lane is noisy, the ground floor here is the workshop of the Sanyang South Goods Store, the second floor is crowded with tenants from all directions, and the flow of people and cars who get up early to work merge into a noisy stream.

Yu Xiaoshu's car was parked at the intersection of Fujian Road, where Xiangfen Lane converged into the bend of the big river Nanjing Road.

This is the last day of the 27th year of the Republic of China in the Gregorian calendar, at this time, those who collect accounts, travel far away, join relatives, and visit friends must report safety and send a blessing, therefore, although it is still early to go to work, people have begun to wait in line in front of the Fujian Road Telegraph Office.

Directly opposite the telegraph office, the clerk of Dai Chunlin's old shop was removing the wooden planks from the window, and the action was the same as it had been for several years. At this moment, Yu Xiaoshu was in a trance, as if time had frozen here, everything had not begun, and nothing had happened.

He saw a young man dressed in a green cloth robe, squeezed out of the crowd, carrying two fritters in his hand and a copy of the latest newspaper under his arm, looking no different from a sleepy-eyed ordinary Shanghai citizen.

He carefully walked through the alley to make sure there was no tail behind him, and walked to the telegraph office at the mouth of the alley.

At this time, in the faint morning light, a milky white shadow appeared, and his heart beat fast, and he settled down and greeted him.

It's still a familiar roadside breakfast stall, these two people, like countless ordinary Shanghai couples, sit together, head to head and toe eating breakfast, no one will think that there is anything special about this ordinary scene.

It wasn't until he raised his head that Yu Xiaoshu realized that this was a younger self.

And the one who bowed his head and sucked soy milk intently on the other side was Lu Yishan, who was still studying.

He took out a small iron box from his arms and put it in Lu Yishan's hand.

"Dai Chunlin's incense powder, passing by, remember that you like it, and bought it by the way."

Lu Yishan smiled and put the incense powder into the small bag he carried.

"I've been waiting for a long time!"

Yu Xiaoshu also smiled and stuffed the fritters and tofu brain into his mouth.

Lu Yishan smiled and didn't answer.

"Eat it quickly, it's going to be cold."

There was no tension in each joint, and there was no hurry and reluctance to be separated, the two of them sat opposite each other like this and finished the breakfast sweetly.

"Rotten Three Fresh Soup!"

A sharp horn sounded, and the driver finally couldn't stand the sudden congestion and began to curse.

The past was floating in front of him, and Yu Xiaoshu knew that the joint should be over.

The General Patrol House of the Public Concession is about to arrive, and he is going there because Gao Zhongfu said that there is a situation that needs to be interviewed with him.

In the dim sum box next to him, a big yellow croaker is Gao Zhongfu's special allowance at the end of the year.

The car finally moved, and there was still a short way to go, and Yu Xiaoshu closed his eyes.