Lao Duan tofu is well-known in Yongnian County. After Lao Duan completed his craft at the age of seventeen, he walked the streets and alleys to sell tofu with his burden, and finally opened a shop after several years, married his wife, and gave birth to his second daughter. Lao Duan is both a father and a mother, and he grew up his two children by selling tofu and bean curd.

Lao Duan didn't have a son, so he recruited a son-in-law for his eldest daughter. So I handed over the shop to the two of them to cook. But after years of hard work, he didn't enjoy two years of happiness, Lao Duan died, and before leaving, the eldest daughter failed to give birth to a boy and a half girl to succeed the incense lamp, which is also the biggest regret of Lao Duan's life.

The little boy who was clamoring to eat bean curd got his wish, sitting in the store and eating it heavily, but his eyes were glued to the fried tofu on the stove at the door and refused to move away.

The thin iron plate is set on the peat charcoal stove, and when it is hot, it is heated and the fat lard is rubbed a few times with chopsticks, and then the tofu cut into square pieces is stacked. Fry on both sides until golden brown and crispy, put it in the washed lotus leaves, sprinkle with minced coriander and chives and a special sauce, golden tofu cubes with oily green onions, and red thick sauce are pleasing to the eye. The faint fragrance of lotus leaves, the burnt aroma of tofu and the salty and spicy, and the spicy with a little sweet sauce fragrance entangled, can hook out people's gluttony.

Shanzi guarded the small charcoal stove, his face was covered with sweat, but as long as his eyes touched Duan's, he smiled and bent his eyebrows, full of tenderness and honey, envious of others.

Don't blame the child for being greedy, the aroma of fried tofu is too tempting, and Yushu couldn't help but swallow saliva several times before she got closer.

The old monk said a few more words to the Duan clan before turning around and leaving with the little monk. Yushu's gaze pulled out of the fried tofu, and unexpectedly glanced at the face of the little monk who was walking towards her.

The lips are like Danzhu, the eyebrows are delicate, and the skin is as white as fine porcelain.

Yushu couldn't help but secretly exclaim, what a beautiful little monk!

Immediately, Yushu felt ashamed, how could she have delusions, sins, and sins about the monks. Yushu's heart turned a thousand times, and the old and the young had come closer. Yushu hurriedly lowered her eyes and made way for the two monks. With the sound of steady footsteps, the corner of the monk's robe crossed under Yushu's eyes, and the old monk's old voice sounded above her head, "Where do the unjust souls go?" Where do the unjust souls go? ”

In an instant, Yushu seemed to be in the tenth winter wax moon, and the blood vessels in her body seemed to be frozen, but her palms were full of sweat. The noise around her suddenly faded, and the word "unjust soul" rolled like a wave, surging towards her, rushing her like catkins in the wind, almost unstable on her feet.

The pain I felt when I first woke up was pouring out again with extraordinary violence. Every inch of the piercing Yushu's skin hurts.

Who is she? Why did you die? No matter how Yushu thinks about it, she can't remember it. Is it really as the old monk said, he is a wronged soul?

Yushu seems to stand on a cliff and a cold hard rock that has gone through the vicissitudes of the sea. It seems that after standing for a long time, the human voice resounded in my ears and my body slowly warmed up. She desperately wanted to ask the old monk for clarification, and turned around a few times only to see people coming and going, shouting and noisy, but she didn't see the old and the young, as if they had never appeared.

"Little lady? Little lady? Duan Shi saw that Yushu's face was pale, and she was spinning in the middle of the street, thinking that she was sick, so she came out of the store and asked with concern, "Is the little lady suffering from heat stroke, or is it ......?"

In a trance, Yushu realized that someone was talking to her, and Mu Ran followed the prestige.

Yushu's eyes were empty, and Duan's was becoming more and more worried.

"Lost? Why don't you take a break in the store and wait for your family to come looking for you? As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Yushu's arm. Duan's palm was warm, and it suddenly made Yushu completely come back to her senses.

The customers in the store also cast inquiring glances at Yushu. Yushu knew that she was out of shape, let out a long sigh of relief, and barely squeezed out a smile, "Oh, I'm ...... It's okay. It is...... It's just a little thirsty......"

Hearing this, Duan Shi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Hurry up and come in and drink the bean juice to moisten." ”

Yushu didn't shirk, followed Duan into the shop, picked up a stool near the door and sat down, Duan brought her a bowl of cold bean juice. Yushu took it and took a sip absentmindedly, it was full of bean flavor, smooth and delicious, and couldn't help but praise: "It's delicious." ”

Duan smiled with relief, his eyes turned to the little boy who was lying in his mother's arms after eating and drinking, and sighed faintly.

Xiao Tong's mother seemed to be familiar with Duan's family, and comforted her softly, "Arjun, don't be discouraged." Didn't the master just say that you can give birth to a Xie Yuan? Maybe our Baoyeer Hutong will be stained with the light of your family's Xie Yuan! ”

"Hey, maybe it's a polite remark." With that said, Duan's brows slowly relaxed.

"The monks don't speak. The master will not lie to you. The old man sitting in the corner said with a smile.

When the adults spoke, the children seemed to understand whether they understood or not, but they wanted to follow and mix: "Great, I want to play with the little brother of Jieyuan!" ”

The immature children's voice amused everyone in the store. Even Shanzi, who was concentrating on frying tofu, couldn't help but smile when he heard it.

Xiao Tong's mother scooped up the remaining bean curd from the bowl and filled it into her mouth, and said vaguely: "Arjun, when the master comes back from Liangzhou, you can ask carefully." ”

Yushu, who had been silent, couldn't help but be surprised, "Liangzhou? ”

"Yes, go to Liangzhou to listen to the lectures of the Tianzhu monks......"

Liangzhou ...... Yushu couldn't help but be stunned. It's far from Yongnian County, right?

Duan's eyes lit up with hope, and he said with a smile, "I'm afraid I'll have to wait for two or three years." ”

As everyone was talking, they heard Shanzi shouting Duan, "Lady, my sister is back, give her a bowl of bean juice." ”

Duan Shi answered, wiped his hands on his apron, and was just about to go to Sheng, but Ah Li, who was a few steps away from the door, shouted, "Oh, drink that thing every day, it's not greasy." ”

The coarse cloth clothes worn by Duan and Shanzi are wear-resistant and dirty-resistant. From head to toe, Ah Li bought ready-made from a ready-to-wear store, the style is fashionable, and the material is not silk and satin, but it is not bad.

Ah Li spoke, walked into the door quickly, and saw Yushu sitting at the door, her face stretched longer, "Why is the broom star here?" She killed Xiaoyue's father and bullied Xiaoyue! ”

No wonder it looks a little familiar, it turns out to be the one who was muttering nonsense with Zhang Xiaoyue at the door of the learning center. As if she hadn't heard it, Yushu lowered her eyelids and drank her bean juice one by one.

What kind of temperament does his own sister-in-law, how can the Duan family not know. Hurry over and coax her softly, "Ah Li is tired, right?" Let's go back to the house and rest. Just have me and your brother-in-law in front of you, don't stain your new dress. ”