"Do you want to eat noodles?" The restaurant was full of smoke, and several diners looked up at them and lowered their heads to continue eating noodles, talking to a chubby aunt standing behind the counter, who wiped the glass counter with a rag in her hand, and looked at the two students who came in, and asked casually.

"We're looking for drumming...... Uncle Chen. Liu Yangyang pinched his backpack with both hands, his eyes swept at the old decoration of the store, and said with some uncertainty.

The fat aunt took the rag and looked up at them, and shouted at the back kitchen: "Lao Chen, looking for you." ”

A deep male voice answered inside, and after half a minute, a middle-aged man came out, wearing an old apron that could never be washed. With him as a foil, the fat aunt next to him is also a little slimmer.

"Yangyang! It's really you! They have all grown into big girls. Uncle Chen looked at the two and a half children in front of him, pointed at Liu Yangyang and said to the proprietress beside him: "This is what I told you about our boss's daughter in the past, and she is so old this time." ”

The fat aunt responded perfunctorily and continued to be busy with her work. A trace of embarrassment flashed on Liu Yangyang's face, but she glanced at Su Feng behind her, and immediately cheered up and stepped forward to pull Uncle Chen's sleeve: "Uncle Chen, is it convenient for you to go out and chat for a while." ”

The three of them stood at the door of the noodle shop, accompanied by the sound of various motor vehicles passing by, and began a slightly difficult conversation.

"This is my senior, and he wants to inquire about the guitar uncle who formed a band with you at that time, the skinny, handsome one." Liu Yangyang used his hand to compare the height and body shape of his guitar uncle in his memory, with a look of admiration.

Su Feng looked at the middle-aged strong man in front of him who was covered in oil, and it was really difficult to associate him with the band.

"Zhong Zhen, you say? Why do you ask him? Uncle Chen looked at the boy in front of him who looked stinky, and his temperament was a little similar to Zhong Zhen back then, and he couldn't help but be in a trance.

"Uncle Chen, hello, my name is Su Feng, do you still have contact with Uncle Zhong? Where are the others now? Do you have his phone? Su Feng suppressed the suspicion in his heart and asked with some respect.

Uncle Chen took out a pack of cigarettes from his chest pocket, took out a lighter from the back of his buttocks, lit one without hurrying, squinted and spit out the smoke ring: "Who are you?" ”

Su Feng looked at his red and swollen hand joints and the back of his hand full of scars, and what stood out in the smoke ring was a face that had been soaked in oil smoke and wind and frost. He really couldn't imagine what the person in front of him used to be like playing drums, and he didn't know if he missed the previous days of wanton chic when he was in the back kitchen.

"I ...... I'm their neighbor, and I'm helping my family inquire about ......" Su Feng really couldn't make up any decent connections, and he couldn't say why he had to inquire about people's addresses.

"Does he owe you money?" Uncle Chen took another long puff of cigarette and observed Su Feng's expression while swallowing clouds and mist.

"No...... That is, I haven't heard from him for a long time, if you still have his contact information, can you tell me about it? Su Feng felt that his throat was dry, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Uncle Chen pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand, frowned and shook his head: "I'm still waiting for me to work inside, if you're not in a hurry, eat a bowl of noodles and leave?" ”