"Click......

The diary in my hand fell at my feet, the sound disturbed my "beautiful" dreams, the night had arrived, and the time on my watch showed a quarter past seven. This memory made me sleep for a full three hours, and it seems that I am getting older and my circadian clock has become irregular.

As soon as I touched my stomach, the urgent appetite and the faint pain were the most important problems to be solved at the moment, and I couldn't help but smile wryly when I thought of this, I had been busy cleaning up the room, but I didn't plan out the kitchen. The old stove is no longer usable, and I am reluctant to change the original appearance, so after checking in, I ate fast food delivered by a small restaurant, and almost forgot about the stomach disease that was good and bad, and I don't know if there must be any dishes at this time.

I picked up my phone and dialed a series of numbers, and for a month, I had memorized this number by heart.

"Hello, Little Red Restaurant......" The immature girl on the other end of the phone was still there.

"Hello, I'm going to order a fifteen yuan meal."

"I'm sorry, you're too late, we only have a few vegetarian dishes left, do you still need them?" The little girl asked tentatively.

I was disappointed. "That'll be fine, but hurry."

"Okay!" The little girl hung up the phone neatly, slick and concise, twice a day, without me opening her mouth, she already knew who I was.

I relieved myself that starvation might be a warning to me, so that I would not make the same mistake in the future.

Five minutes later, a little girl knocked on the door on a rusty bicycle.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw her panting, carrying three boxes of fast food and a soup. "Grandpa, I've kept you waiting, your food has arrived, my mother said that it hurts my stomach to skip dinner so late, this is the soup we drank ourselves, and we served you some."

I was overjoyed and asked her, "Thank you, little girl, how much money should I give you?" ”

The little girl blurted out: "My mother said, it's all leftovers, and I won't take your money this time." ”

"Excuse me, I'm still ......" I flipped through my wallet and looked up to see that she had placed the fast food box at my feet, leaving only a swift departing back.

This is a habit that has been developed in the restaurant for many years, and I can't help but sigh in my heart, I can share the work for the family at such a young age, what a sensible child, maybe there is one person in Jiangjia Village who can stand up to stop it, and life for no reason can be continued.

I took the fast food boxes out of the plastic bag and placed them on the table one by one, although they were leftovers, they were still full and full of appetite, especially the smell of green onions in this bowl of tomato and egg drop soup seemed to be eager to enter my nostrils, and I was salivating before I opened my mouth.

Chewing and swallowing slowly is the doctor's instructions to me thousands of times, so I steadied my eagerness, took a bite of food and a mouthful of food, and tasted the late "night banquet".

Half an hour later, I decided to go to the restaurant and thank the proprietress and the little girl in person.

Little Red Restaurant is the only restaurant in the village that is open until after 7 o'clock, and it is a bit of an exaggeration to say that it is a restaurant, with two square tables, a row of food racks, and a 21-inch TV, which is completely a "private kitchen". The little girl's mother, the restaurateur and chef, is a single woman in her forties, who runs the small restaurant hard, and no matter how busy she is, she always keeps a slight smile on her face. Maybe it's their attitude and delicious dishes, there are always a lot of people around the small restaurant every day, enjoying the cooking skills of the proprietress every day.

Because Mizusawa Village is facing demolition immediately, there are many more workers around it who are renovating houses and expanding the area, which brings a lot of business to Xiaohong Restaurant. But for me, the sound of banging and banging has never been absolutely quiet, and there is an endless stream of unkempt workers coming in and out, as if they are rushing to the market, more like fleeing the famine......

When I arrived, they had closed their stalls and were eating dinner around the small table.

When she saw me coming, the little girl cleverly moved a chair for me to sit on, and asked me if I had eaten enough. In addition to expressing my gratitude, I also want to take the time to chat with them, and once the memories are opened, I can't help but stop and call the shots.

When they came to their senses, they were happy to listen to me, an old man, and tell me stories of my youth.

Fifty-five years ago, I was not much older than a little girl, and I was still an ignorant young man, and I followed my parents to the inland sea to fish every day. At that time, most of the families were wooden sailboats, and my family was no exception, and although it was collective property, it had to be taken care of. Usually it docks at a small port formed spontaneously outside the village, and because of the topography, it is rarely affected by typhoons, and it has always been safe and self-sufficient. I don't know when it started, but the seaside, where only the people of the village were entrenched, suddenly increased the number of people several times, and the day and night were gone. I heard my father say that they all fled from outside, and because of natural disasters, there was no food, so they went to the beach to find food, and seeing their faces full of wind and frost, they must have suffered a lot of sins along the way.

Because the village is on the west side of the port, a distance in the middle is used for drying nets and fish, and there is no obstruction in the north-south direction, and the people are simple at that time, and it has become a habit to leave unattended, so there have been fishing gear and seafood stolen for several nights, and there are even traces of fishing boats being activated. But there is no substantial evidence, and these people are acting in the dark, and they will slip away after stealing, and it is not easy to catch them. But when I thought of their living conditions, at least I was just looking for something to eat, and I didn't hurt others, so I didn't take drastic measures to drive them away. For a while, all families were cautious, and did not dare to blatantly leave fishing gear and seafood outside for the night, and put back everything that could be taken home.

The beach at the end of August is especially pleasant, and the feeling of drying and cold on the body seems to be going to soften.

One day in the middle of the night, I was asleep and wanted to pee, standing at the base of the wall, and suddenly, I heard the sound of soft footsteps in my ears, rustling, not like the movement of small animals, but a bit like people. I was immediately alert, afraid that the victims would come to steal again, and what I was most afraid of was that the farm in the village would be disrupted, because the farm was built by the people of the village with great effort. I can't imagine how severe this consequence is, but I hope I'm unfounded. So instead of disturbing my parents, I quietly went out in three steps and two steps, following the voice.

As expected, the direction of the gang was by the sea. Along the path leading to the sea, I lowered my waist and suddenly saw three or five figures sneaking around, looking around. To tell the truth, I am also a little cowardly at the moment, although I am more careless at this age, but in this environment, coupled with the rumors of the people in the village these days, I also know that these people are not easy to provoke, in case they are angered, a dog jumps off the wall, I am not their opponent, so I have to hide in the weeds, waiting for the opportunity to move.