After sitting on the chair and resting for a while, Song Yuanchao eased up, got up and walked to the toilet not far away, found a faucet and rinsed it.

Because of the rescue of people, his clothes are no longer the same, the original white shirt has now become like a zebra, and there are many places stained with the blood of the wounded.

After a hasty wash, after coming out of the toilet, Song Yuanchao found the nurse and asked about the situation of the injured, and the nurse told him that the two injured were in serious condition and were now in operation, especially the middle-aged man in the co-pilot seemed to have no external injuries on the surface, but according to the doctor's preliminary judgment, it was likely to be internal bleeding, internal bleeding was very troublesome, and if the rescue was not timely, it would directly lead to the death of the injured.

After listening to the nurse's answer, Song Yuanchao could only hope that the two injured could be rescued. I asked the nurse how much time the operation would take, and the nurse replied that it was not certain, maybe three or four hours, maybe longer, as long as the operation was not over, no one could guarantee it.

Look at the time, it's already half past three in the afternoon, and Song Yuanchao was already on his way home at this time, but now he can only stay in the hospital temporarily if he makes such a fuss.

An hour later, under the leadership of the owner of the noodle shop, several public security comrades found Song Yuanchao sitting outside the corridor of the operating room, and when they arrived, Song Yuanchao got up, and a leading middle-aged public security officer shook Song Yuanchao's hand with a serious but polite expression, first thanking him for his saving behavior, and then asking him if it was convenient for him to make a record.

The occurrence of the car accident and the situation after the incident are very clear, Song Yuanchao, as a rescuer, is not only not responsible, but also deserves the respect of these public security officers. What's more, there are very few bullshit things in this era, and there are also noodle restaurant owners and the masses who came to help to prove that this matter is just a process on Song Yuanchao's side.

After making the transcript, the middle-aged police told Song Yuanchao that he could leave at any time, and thanked him again for his help. Through the dialogue with the middle-aged public security, Song Yuanchao knew that the person he saved today was actually a leader, and the person who sat on 212 was the deputy director of a bureau in Gusu and his driver, but think about it, in this era, the people who can have a car are leaders, like Song Yuanchao who drives a Huhai brand car, ordinary people are rare.

It was already evening when he left the hospital, and Song Yuanchao looked at the time and it was still too late to rush back.

After getting into his car, Song Yuanchao lit a cigarette and smoked a few puffs, then started the car and turned around and walked back along the road he came.

When Song Yuanchao returned to Huhai, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and when he was afraid that the Zhang family's aunt would be worried about seeing it, he deliberately crept home, and before he could open the door with the key, Luo Yang heard the movement on the side of the three-story pavilion.

"Old Song, you ...... What's going on with you? The dim staircase lamp, Luo Yang saw at a glance that Song Yuanchao was in a mess, his hair, clothes, and pants were all messy, and there were a lot of dried blood stains on his white shirt, which had turned brown due to a long time, plus sweat stains, mud and oil stains when saving people, which made Luo Yang extremely stunned.

"Don't mention it, there's an accident." Song Yuanchao said with a wry smile.

"Accident?"

"Well, car accident."

"What? Did you get into a car accident? Where's the injury? Have you ever been to the hospital? Hearing Song Yuanchao's answer, Luo Yang hurriedly stepped forward to check, stretched out his hand and touched Song Yuanchao's body.

"Okay, okay, I'm not a big girl, what are you touching? I said that the car accident was not my car accident, but that I met someone else who had a car accident on the way back, and this body was all done when I was saving people, otherwise I wouldn't have come back so late. ”

"I said Lao Song, can you not gasp when you speak? It almost scared me to death. Luo Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go to bed early, I'll take a shower and rest." Opening the door, Song Yuanchao entered the house, opened the drawer and found a change of clothes to Luo Yangdao.

"I've been lying down, and I'm not worried about you when you haven't come back? I can't sleep now when I hear the movement, by the way, have you had dinner? Luo Yang followed up and asked.

When he asked, Song Yuanchao reacted that after eating that bowl of noodles before the car accident, he didn't even drink saliva until now, let alone eat.

"That's okay, you wait for me, I'll go take a shower first, and I'll take you something good to eat after washing." Song Yuanchao said this to Luo Yang with a smile, picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom.

It is very convenient to take a bath in summer, and the bathroom of Song Yuanchao's house has a place to take a bath, although there is no water heater, it can be washed with cold water.

After washing, I changed into clean clothes and pants, and made a ball of the changed outfit, and lost it when I went downstairs.

There is no way to wear this dress anymore, especially those oil stains and blood stains that can't be washed even with a whole piece of soap, and if you show it to the Zhang family's aunt, it will make the old man worry, so it's better to just throw it away.

Returned to the room and greeted Luo Yang, took the key and the things to be lost, and took Luo Yang downstairs. The two walked to the entrance of the alley, Song Yuanchao first threw the clothes into the garbage can, and then continued to walk out with Luo Yang.

"Where to go? It's half past ten, and the store is still open? "It's getting late outside, there aren't many pedestrians on the road, and even the neighbors who came out after dinner to enjoy the cool have returned to their homes one after another, and the road seems very deserted.

"Just come with me." Song Yuanchao said to Luo Yang, took Luo Yang across the road and walked eastward, walked out of a street and arrived at an intersection, when Song Yuanchao saw a small stall on the side of the intersection, the corner of his mouth smiled.

This is a small stall made of wooden picks, just next to the intersection, in front of the stall there is a small square folding table, and a few small benches.

The stall owner is a middle-aged couple, the woman is busy on the wooden shelf next to the stall, and the man is squatting on the ground to watch the fire, while holding a slender iron stick in his hand and playing with the flames.

Seeing this stall, Song Yuanchao remembered many past events for a while. This is a small stall selling firewood wontons, the couple has set up a stall in this place for many years, in the previous life, when Song Yuanchao was working in the engineering team under the telecommunications bureau, every time he went home late and rode by a bicycle passing by, he would stop to eat a bowl of firewood wontons.

Chai wontons have a long history in Shanghai and the Qing Dynasty.

Lao Jin, who writes martial arts in Xiangjiang, once wrote a master named He Sanqi who made a living from a wonton stall in his "Smiling Proud Jianghu", perhaps when Lao Jin wrote this role, he probably recalled the past when he was young in the Shanghai Mixed Newspaper Office, it seems that he didn't eat less firewood wontons on the way home from overtime, otherwise how could he make such a character?

Especially when it's cold, a steaming bowl of steaming and fragrant chai wontons is simply the best enjoyment.

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What is the surname of this couple, Song Yuanchao doesn't know, but in the previous life, the old contact between the two parties became acquaintances, every time Song Yuanchao returned home late and stopped the car in front of their stall, the honest stall owner would smile and ask, "The old way?" ”

And Song Yuanchao will also reply: "The same old way!" ”

Then sit down and wait for a bowl of firewood wontons to be served, the stall owner's wife's wonton package is particularly good, and the ingredients are also full, especially the base soup stewed with eel bones and beef bones is delicious, and it is described in Huhai dialect as a mouthful of fresh eyebrows.

"Sir, do you want to eat ravioli?" When Song Yuanchao and Luo Yang walked to the stall and stopped, the stall owner who had just gotten up noticed their arrival and asked with a smile in Shanghainese.

"Two bowls of ravioli." A sentence blurted out, and after the exit, Song Yuanchao remembered that he hadn't asked Luo Yang's opinion yet, and turned his head and asked Luo Yang: "Is it okay to have small wontons?" Try it, the characteristics of Huhai, if you feel that you can't eat enough, you will ask the boss to give you a bowl of big wontons. ”

"Hehe, I don't care, I'm here with you anyway, big or small." Luo Yang said with a smile.

Seeing that he had no objections, Song Yuanchao turned around and nodded to the stall owner, who smiled and said, "Okay, sir, sit down for a while, and it will be fine immediately." ”

Sitting on the small bench, Song Yuanchao handed Luo Yang a cigarette, and the two lit up and looked at the stall owner and his wife who were busy in the night.

At that time, Song Yuanchao ate Chai Yi wontons here for nearly 20 years, from young people in their twenties to their forties, and the stall owners and their husbands and wives also became middle-aged people.

Even later, when Song Yuanchao no longer lived nearby due to the demolition of the alley, when he remembered the taste of Chai wontons, Song Yuanchao would still ride a bicycle from far away to eat a bowl.

Unfortunately, in the late 90s, with the change of the times, the city restricted and managed street vendors, and a profession called "chengguan" appeared. In this way, the stall that had been set up for nearly 20 years disappeared overnight, and when Song Yuanchao came here again to try to find its trace, he only saw the empty intersection but could no longer see the familiar stall and the stall owner and his wife.

After smoking a cigarette, two bowls of small wontons are just right.

The stall owner and the stall owner's wife each brought a bowl and put it in front of Song Yuanchao and Luo Yang, smiling and telling them that there was spicy fire (spicy seeds), vinegar and pepper seasoning on the small table, and they could add it themselves if needed.

After saying thank you, Song Yuanchao, who had been hungry for a long time, picked up the spoon and ate it, and after taking a bite, the taste in the depths of his memory instantly coincided with reality, that's right! It was this taste, the taste that had disappeared but made him nostalgic, and the young people who loved hamburger steak in later generations simply did not understand that this taste represented a memory of the era.

Chai Yi wonton is actually not a kind of wonton name, but the traditional name of this kind of small stall and wood-burning stove, the practice and taste of each Chai Yi wonton are also different, but one thing is certain, that is, the fresh fragrance of Chai Yi wonton is what later chain wonton shops and restaurants can never do.

The small wontons are wrapped in hand-rolled dough as thin as a cicada's wings, and after cooking, the meat filling is almost visible in a translucent shape. As for the meat filling, all the best pork is used, plus the shrimp is minced and mixed with the pork.

In addition, the white soup base and the green onions, shrimp skin, seaweed, mustard foam, etc., mixed together are as delicious as a chemical reaction, Song Yuanchao ate extremely happily, one bite at a time, and in a blink of an eye, he finished eating a bowl, wiping his mouth and looking at Luo Yang, who was about to finish eating, and asked with a smile: "How does it taste?" ”

"It tastes good, it's just a little less." Luo Yang also smiled when he ate, but as a northerner, this bowl of small wontons was indeed less for him.

"Another bowl?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.

"One more bowl!" Luo Yang nodded.

Song Yuanchao turned around and greeted the stall owner, the stall owner responded with a smile, and began to get busy again, waiting for the stall owner's second bowl of small wontons to come up, Luo Yang even drank the soup cleanly.