There are still round tickets on sale at the ticket window, one by one, made of plastic, about a millimeter thick, and the diameter is close to that of a one-yuan coin, which is very cute.

When I was a child, I was very fond of collecting these small discs, and I always pestered my father or grandfather to ask for one, and hid it in a small tin jar, and shook it a few times, and the sound of Ding Ling was like a whole jar of rare treasures hidden inside.

Nowadays, I can get in and out of the ferry station with my transportation card, but I still push my car to the ticket office.

New one-way fares for 2018:

Walking ¥2.00 per piece

Bicycle ¥2.80 per piece

Moped ¥3.00 / piece

Motorcycle ¥4.00 / piece

"Auntie, I'm going to buy a bicycle."

I took out three coins and handed them to my aunt at the ticket office, who gave me three coins.

Holding the token chips engraved with [Shanghai Ferry Co., Ltd.], it was as if I smelled the air of my childhood again.

The uncompetitive stomach immediately rushed to join in the fun, and it kept growling.

I will smile, because when I was a child, every time my grandfather took me to cross the river by ferry, he went to the book market to set up a bookstall, and my grandfather was not a particularly diligent stall owner, so the bookstall owner went out to the Confucian Temple at four or five o'clock in the morning on Sunday, but my grandfather had to drag it until seven o'clock in the morning, afraid that I would be hungry, so he said, I will take you to eat vegetables and rice in a while, or take you to eat pork ribs and rice cakes at noon.

The memory of food in my heart will not be forgotten no matter how many years have passed.

So, reflexively, I came to the ferry station and I was hungry.

"Hurry up, little girl, the boat is about to leave."

I was still enjoying the sweetness of memory, when I suddenly heard shouting behind me, turned the car around and followed the sound, and an uncle in blue coarse cloth overalls was waving to me.

"Here we are." I pushed the cart and ran over.

The uncle said, "Now there are fewer shifts, and I miss a shift, and I have to wait." ”

My uncle kindly reminded me that when I passed by him, he also helped me pat the books on the shelf of my bag in the middle.

I hurriedly thanked, "Thank you, uncle, what is the relationship, it's quite tight." ”

"The little girl's Shanghainese dialect is not bad, but it still doesn't taste like when she was a child." Uncle laughed.

I know that my Shanghainese dialect has always been looked down upon by my grandparents, and my Shanghainese dialect is always a bit weird, more like Suzhou dialect.

I complained in my heart, how can it be like Suzhou dialect, could it be that I eat too much sugar on weekdays, and my accent has changed?

I said goodbye to my uncle, and just as I was about to put in a coin, the strap that tied the book was suddenly loosened, and a loud bell suddenly rang in the ferry station.

"The boat is about to leave, little girl, if you are not in a hurry, wait until the shift is ready, and the books will fall to the ground."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Nanlu Line ferry, Lujiabang Road Station, was forgotten by the previous boat for one of my passengers.

"I ...... Not in a hurry. ”

Pushing the bike back a few steps, I found a place against the wall and re-fastened the hemp rope.

Zhao Mingyang, didn't you practice the kung fu of tying the rope at home!

While complaining, he tried to straighten and fix all the books.

However, this work is not easy, and I really can't complain about Zhao Mingyang.

"I look at the way you tie the book, isn't your grandfather Axi?"

I:......

"Lao Zhou, come and see, is this Ah Xi's granddaughter, she has grown so big, if she wasn't tying up books, I wouldn't have recognized her."

My grandfather and I hadn't been on a ferry together for four or five years, and the most recent one was probably when I was a sophomore in high school, when my grandfather went to the Temple of Literature to set up a bookstall for the last time.