Just after the summer heat, the weather is already too hot.

Meng Shitou was on the window of the bus, his eyes wandering as the high-rise buildings twisted in the steaming heat, wondering if he should go back to his hometown.

In this world, I can not even contact my own mother for two years, which is really a gate boss.

However, my mother's temper is also hard, and Meng Shi has not answered her phone calls and sent messages in the past few days, which is really a headache.

In another world, Meng Shi is the pride in the eyes of his mother, with outstanding grades in school, a decent job after graduation, and lives according to "his mother's expectations" step by step.

And Meng Shi in this world is just the opposite, not only rebellious but also with poor grades, after mixing high school, in the scolding of his mother "don't come back after you go out", he began to drift alone in this city for the so-called dream.

Meng Shi also fantasized about such a situation in his "previous life", but his parents divorced and his mother did not remarry, so he couldn't do this kind of thing as the only man in the family since he was a child.

"Xitiankou Hutong has arrived, and those who want to get off the bus should get off at the back door."

The shouting of the eldest sister who sold the ticket pulled Meng Shi out of his scattered thoughts.

Getting off the air-conditioned bus, the 360-degree hot air instantly surrounds people, which is a bit sour.

He waved his hand in front of him, trying to disperse the dust from the bus, but it didn't do anything other than to remove the last trace of coolness left by the air conditioner.

Xitiankou Hutong......

It's not this name in my memory, but fortunately, the location and bus route haven't changed, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to find it.

And this unlucky name, combined with the head just cut last night, smells of going to Elysium to die.

Meng Shi touched his small round inch, took out the "Boundary" action camera in his backpack, turned on the camera and patted the mouth of the alley, and said:

"I always feel that a bald head will come out of this Xitiankou Hutong, take my hand and say 'You have a relationship with me in the West', which is comparable to the famous saying 'Taoist friends, please stay'."

"Yuan Mengshi" works to sing in a folk song bar, and the working hours start from 8 o'clock in the evening to the early morning, and the days are very leisurely, so I want to find something to do during the day.

After planning a lot, I spent thousands of dollars to buy a "Frontier" action camera and a complete set of accessories, ready to shoot some short videos to record my life, and become a vloger.

Then, except for the few days when I bought it, I took a picture of the red men and green women in the bar street at night, plus a trip to the Forbidden City, and I never used it outdoors again.

The main reason for not using it is that a person holding a camera to shoot on the street, and from time to time he has to talk to himself, and he feels ashamed in the face of other people's gazes, and he can't pull off this face.

Watching other people's videos feels quite simple, but when I hold up a camera to shoot something, I realize that watching and doing are completely different things.

And shooting a short video with quality and content is not as simple as imagined, a short video of less than ten minutes, from the beginning of the theme to the shooting material plus the final editing, if it doesn't go well, it won't be able to do it in a week.

Therefore, Meng Shi's vloger career before, because his skin was not thick enough and he had the attribute of a lazy dog, ended directly before it started.

The beep station account registered at the time, and the videos uploaded after that were cover songs.

And now Meng Shi is thick-skinned, and the gazes cast by others have no effect on him.

Just like now, whoever looks at him, he nods and smiles at whomever he wants, anyway, it won't be him who looks at each other and doesn't look over his head first.

As for whether the other party will think that this person is sick or not, it is none of his business.

To sum it up simply, it's called shamelessness...... Phew, it's called not autistic.

After successfully catching a few glances that had been glancing at each other, and smiling at each other, he strode towards the alley.

Squinting his eyes at the sun-soaked ground, Meng Shi was very satisfied with the clothes he chose for going out today.

He is now wearing a baggy white hurdle vest, oversized five-point pants in earthy grey, carrying a small backpack and a pair of flip-flops at his feet.

Holding the camera and shooting himself up and down, he said with a smile: "Isn't my current look very summery, the vest and big pants were bought at the stall in the night market after cutting my hair last night, and the eldest sister who set up the stall was obsessed with my beauty, and only asked for twenty-five yuan for two sets." ”

"At this price, the eldest sister may make a little money, but I definitely don't lose money."

Meng Shi took pictures while walking, moving the camera to take pictures of the crocodile brand black and white pattern clip-on slippers under his feet, and said: "My friends in the south of this pair of slippers may have the impression that they are comfortable and durable, and they are highly recommended." ”

The slippers were brought from home and bought when I was just in high school, and now I have not broken them for two years after graduating from high school.

However, the toe and heel positions have been ground out of the shape of the sunken feet, and the bottom of the slippers is also a thin layer as a whole, which looks a little cold, but it is really comfortable to wear.

As he spoke, Meng Shi arrived at the shade of the tree at the mouth of the alley.

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon, when it was hot.

After walking such a short distance, the chest and back of the vest were already covered with sweat on the body, and the neckline was lifted, and the wind was fanned back and forth, which made it a little more comfortable.

"The name of the Hutong of Sijiu City is generally the same as its function, just like the Cannon Bureau Hutong was made of cannons in the Ming Dynasty, and the cylinder tile market sold cylinder tiles, the flower market sold flowers, and the pimp alley ......"

Meng Shi held up the camera and chatted, which felt quite fun.

He thought about it, and when he was editing, he added a pattern of no signal on the TV, and then "beeped", which means that the pimp alley is just his skin, and it is not real.

It's a pity that no one in this world knows that Pimp Alley is Uncle Qian's house.

No one knows about playing memes, it's really lonely.

Why don't you find someone to talk about cross talk with?

Beep......

Along the entrance of the alley, turn around for about seven or eight minutes to reach the destination, a small restaurant without a name.

"Most of the small restaurants in Sijiu City don't have names, they are just doing the business of neighborhoods, not so much exquisite, when you make an appointment to say which alley which one, you will know where it is, of course, I don't plan to share the location here with you, this is my exclusive moment."

Meng Shi used foreign farts freely.

Lifting the familiar curtain, a cold wind hits.

Air conditioning is a real thing.

"A bowl of jajangmyeon! A sauce bone! ”

There are no guests in this small restaurant.

Meng Shi howled, startling the boss who was dozing off with his head propped up.

The boss is still the same as Meng Shi remembers-a seventy-year-old man with a "nuclear good" face.

Seeing the old man's stinky face, Meng Shi's whole person was relaxed.

Compared with other ambitious predecessors who have crossed parallel worlds, what Meng Shi is most worried about in the past few days is not only the mother with a stiff relationship, but only the sauce bones and fried noodles here of the little old man, and it is useless to think about it.

But not being an orphan after being reborn is enough to make people happy, what more bicycles.

And the old man's fried sauce skills really didn't say, what is famous in Sijiu City, so-and-so, and so-and-so, and he can't compare.

It's a pity that there is no inheritance of such a good craft, and when the old man can't do it, this shop will be gone.

"I remember the old man very well, but I forgot what my wife's name was."

Meng Shi shook his head self-deprecatingly.

The memories of the other world in his mind now are like those dreams - when he didn't open his eyes, he obviously felt very clear and complete, but when he opened his eyes, except for the dim knowledge that he had a dream, all the other specific contents were blurred.

But as long as you keep reminding yourself that you did have such a dream, some details will still pop up a little from time to time, which is quite funny.

And maybe it's not that I forgot my wife's name and appearance, but that I never married a wife at all, and I died alone and grew old alone.

I feel so comfortable thinking about it......

Beep......

I opened the door of the Xiaoice cabinet and took a bottle of Dragon Elephant Beer, and familiarly found the TV remote control from under the newspaper on the top of the freezer.

"Chicken ......"

Opening lightning strike.

Silently, he turned off the TV again.

Meng Shi's decadent aesthetic did not "progress" with rebirth, and I can't appreciate this popularity a little.

I sat down next to the freezer with the beer, there was no bottle opener on the table, so I didn't bother to get up to look for it, so I stuck the serrated tooth of the bottle cap on the plastic stool, pressed it down hard, and easily lifted the bottle cap.

I picked up the lid of the beer and looked at it, and found that there was not a word in it.

Only then did I remember that at this time, there is no more "one more bottle" and "thank you for your patronage" of beer and drinks.

When I think about it, I suddenly feel that drinking beer drinks is more than half the fun.

At that time, Meng Shi had the highest record in the commissary - he took away five bottles of iced tea without lids.

Thinking of such trivial things, the corners of Meng Shi's mouth couldn't help but smile.

Pressing the beer foam along the wall of the glass, I slowly poured a glass of beer.

Tons and tons are dry.

Fill the cup with foamed beer and take a small sip.

"Ha~"

Comfortable.

Summer and air conditioning, cold beer too well.

He looked up at the small board on the wall.

The menu of the small restaurant is written on a small board with a pen.

The little old man writes what he buys every morning, and there is no fixed number of what he sells on a specific day, it all depends on fate.

No watermelons were found on the board.

It's a pity.

Otherwise, half a chilled watermelon, directly held and eaten with a spoon, it makes people feel beautiful when they think about it.

Meng Shi looked at and recalled all kinds of memories about this small shop, and the little old man came out of the kitchen with sauce bones.

He was dressed no different from Meng Shi.

Meng Shi wore big pants and a vest, leaned against the wall with Erlang's legs crossed and a beer glass not four or six, and his eyes were sloppy like a lazy second-rate man who had nothing to do.

And the little old man wearing the same style is a copy of the Huoyun Evil God in the Star Lord movie.

In short, the old and young at the moment don't look like good people.

The little old man put the big red bones on the table, and he was not as curious about the camera fixed on the table with a small tripod as Meng Shi expected.

Because his granddaughter is holding a camera everywhere every day, saying that she is using video to record and share her life, which is called gripping...... What are you holding?

I can't remember it.

Although the little old man didn't understand very well, it felt quite meaningful, and of course it would be better if his granddaughter could pat him more.

Alas, Nizi has grown up and is not as close to herself as she was when she was a child.

Today's young people are really catching up with the good time, even if they let go of their minds when they were young, they would never have imagined that the country would develop to such a point in just a few decades.

Sometimes I can't sleep at night and lie in bed, thinking of the scene of lighting a kerosene lamp, and then looking at the current Sijiu City, it feels like a dream.

The little old man looked at Meng Shi's young and energetic appearance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that time was like flowing water.

After making sure that he hadn't seen it before, he said, "You have to wait for half an hour for fried noodles, and you can't rush it." ”

His sauce is a small bowl of dry frying, freshly made, and the amount of food that the family can eat once is fried, unlike the average restaurant that fries a large pot at a time.

He came back from buying vegetables today, and went to the park to play chess until ten o'clock, and then he pondered that it was not too early, so he simply didn't open the door at noon, so he hadn't fired yet.

The little old man is now opening a store more for a happy time, not to make money.

Meng Shi wanted to say, "Are you playing chess again?" and endured it again.

Here, the two met for the first time.

But in another world, the relationship between the two is very good.

Every time the little old man gets drunk, he always likes to joke about arranging his granddaughter to Meng Shi, and he opens his mouth to give his granddaughter the courtyard in the alley as a dowry.

The little old man is dead, and he feels distressed when he drinks two sips of his home-brewed wine, and this kind of criticism Meng Shi naturally will not take it seriously.

But every time I talk about this topic, as long as the old man's son is there, he will always be frightened and his face will turn white.

With such a father on the stall, his daughter and the yard were given for nothing during the conversation and laughter, and he didn't draw it on the spot, which is considered to be a strong psychological quality.

Thinking of this, Meng Shi couldn't help but grin.

The old man didn't answer him when he looked at Meng, just holding a beer glass and playing silly, his eyes changed.

In the words of his granddaughter: This man doesn't look very smart.

Meng Shi felt the little old man's gaze at the second fool, and he didn't care, still grinning and said: "Two kinds of noodles are cut into strips, and the noodles should be picked in the pot." ”

"Pot picking" means that the noodles are directly raised from the pot without cold water, and when they are served, they are steaming hot.

The old man was slightly surprised, this kid who laughed like a stunned kid was a bit of a doorway - no matter winter or summer, the fried sauce noodle pot was the most authentic.

Most people know that the noodles are strong in cold water, but the noodles picked in the pot are full of flavor and fragrant.

But the old man will not be like other restaurant owners, raising his hand to flatter "You will eat".

He nodded his head to indicate that he understood, and went straight to the kitchen.

Meng Shi didn't pay attention to him when he looked at him.

When the old man has a kind face and doesn't speak, he belongs to the type of "I'm going to kill everyone here today, or be killed by you".

But after getting acquainted, he is actually very poor, and he is easy-going.

This little old man is obviously an old child, but he usually likes to put on a cold style.

This is a disease, and he will be cured by pouring three taels of chrysanthemums into his white belly.

But I don't have time to care about him now, the sauce bones in front of me are too greedy.

Meng Shi looked at the red sauce bones and felt happy in his heart, and he didn't take chopsticks, but directly started at the sauce bones, picked them up and gnawed down a piece of meat with tendons.

It's still a familiar taste.

That's nice.