The main purpose of coming to Shenzhen this time is to learn how to make bread, and I have loved eating bread since I was a child.

I am the youngest in my family, there is an eldest sister and two older brothers, so when I was a child, I had to enjoy whatever was delicious at home, and my mother often bought me that kind of old-fashioned Chinese bread to eat, with red bean paste, jujube paste filling, lotus paste, and my favorite food is the kind of Russian big leba with kernels and raisins.

When I was in elementary school, it was particularly popular to drink malt milk essence, which was a Shanghai brand, so my mother went to the store of the supply and marketing cooperatives at that time to buy me malt milk essence to drink. Every morning, my mother cut the big lieba into thick slices, smeared a layer of peanut oil in a pan and fried them until golden brown on both sides, so that I could eat the fried bread slices while drinking malt milk essence.

One year during the summer vacation, I asked my mother why she was able to make bread so delicious. While doing needlework, my mother told me the story of her relationship with bread: "When my mother was young, the adults in the family got up early every day to light the stove, make all the noodles, and then make all kinds of pastries and send them to the confectionery shop in the market to sell. My mother has also been very fond of eating bread since she was a child, and your grandmother cut the bread into thick slices every day, and then fried both sides with oil and brought it to me to eat. So my mother learned the art of frettel too.

I can still recall eating froutons and drinking malt cream.

The school is located in the art town at the foot of Wutong Mountain, the first of the top ten famous mountains in Shenzhen. After getting off the train, according to the map location given by the school, I took bus M207 at the West Square Emergency Depot Station of the North Railway Station and got off at Wutongshan Bus Terminal.

There weren't many passengers on the bus, and several of the seats next to me were empty, so I sat in the window seat at the back of the car, opened the window slightly, and a familiar smell wafted through the air. The roads are lined with trees, lined up in neat rows, as if they had just been planted, and their trunks are supported diagonally by three log stakes. There is a sound of air flow rubbing against the leaves during the driving process, and the small trees on both sides keep falling backwards in the constant speed of the car, and there is always a feeling of "someone is waiting for you".

The car traveled for about an hour and a half to reach the final stop, Wutongshan Terminus. Before arriving at the station, you can see Wutong Mountain standing majestically there, and when you get closer, you will feel a feeling of being embraced by the mountain. It's like how I felt when I was a child when I was held in my father's arms.

I arrived here a day early, firstly, to familiarize myself with the environment in advance, but mainly to touch the city with which I once fell in love. I quickly found the location of the inn designated by the school according to the map, the inn is a four-story small white building, the first floor is being renovated, and I heard the on-site supervisor master say that it is an offline demonstration bakery of the school.

The room booked is in room 302 on the 3rd floor, which is a two-person room, the bed is a wooden bunk bed, the kind of big bed with a ramp staircase, and the walls are covered with wallpaper, artistic wallpaper, maybe you want to connect with this art village. When bread has advanced to a high level, it can also be called art, otherwise how could there be the title of bread art master.

The young man in the same bedroom with me is called Xiaobao, saying that he will arrive in the afternoon, and we have communicated on the Internet before coming, saying that whoever arrives first will sleep in the lower bunk, and I will unceremoniously occupy the position of the lower bunk, in fact, in the scene, the upper bunk will be better.

Although it is said to be an art town, it is an indifference to me. Some of the scenery I saw on the road did have an artistic atmosphere, and if I had to describe it in words, I would think of the feeling of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently".

There is no special decoration in every part of the town, but it can reflect the characteristics of art, maybe this is also a high state of art, I don't know if I can use "the highest realm" to express, so I still use "high realm" to express it.

If you walk, there are five or six minutes from the inn to the foot of Wutong Mountain, I am a little tired from the journey, temporarily hide the idea of climbing the mountain to the bottom of my heart, I think I should lie on the bed now and sleep beautifully, but the occasional sound of chainsaws from the downstairs decoration still deprives me of this wish.

As I was lying on the bed, I heard a voice from the next room, a man and two women, followed by the sound of unlocking and pushing the door open. I counted in the registration group, there are a total of eight students in this period, which is the period with the fewest students, and Xiaobao and I are the only two men in this batch of students, which means that the boy who speaks outside the door should not be our classmates in this period, I always like to analyze these strange things.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, it was already more than twelve o'clock at noon, no wonder my stomach felt a little hungry, and I was thinking about whether to go out to eat or order a takeout to eat in the house, when there was movement in the next room, followed by the sound of "bang" closing the door.

In the end, I decided to go out to eat something, in late autumn, the air in Shenzhen is really good, neither hot nor cold, the sky is also blue, especially at the foot of this mountain, I feel that the oxygen is very sufficient, and I always feel a little sorry for such a good weather when eating in the room.

When I went out, I took a look at the next room, there was an office chair on the outside of the door, which was a bit shabby, and the rest was no different from the appearance of the room I lived in. There was another room across the street from my room, and a short hallway across the street from their room.

Walking on the main road of the town to find a restaurant that can attract me to eat, I have been walking along the path to the direction of Wutong Mountain Terminus, along the way I saw a bakery that is not very large, stopped at the door and looked inside, the dark green door, there are two lines of English words written on the window, it is written with a pen, it is very artistic, there is a pot of iron trees on both sides of the door, it looks very magnificent. In the room, two women of similar age were picking bread with trays and white plastic tongs.

Near the location of the bus stop, I saw a rice noodle shop, the tables were placed outside the house, there were a lot of customers, I thought that such a passenger flow, the taste should not be bad, so I found an empty table outside the house, sat down with his face in the direction of the road, and from time to time there will be a few cars on the road in front of me; Tourists also walk leisurely on the sidewalks in groups of three or five.

After sitting and waiting for a while, no one came to greet him, so he shouted at the busy waiter. I thought to myself: a store with a good business really doesn't care about service. Thinking of this, I also showed a trace of helplessness.

According to the recipe, I ordered a signature rice roll in the store, and then I bored the short video on my mobile phone, intermittently to see if anyone in the registration group was talking. While I was waiting for the meal to be served, I saw the two women who were picking bread in the bakery not far away, both of them carrying a white paper bag in their hands, and the woman on the right was carrying the arm of the woman on the left and slowly walking in my direction.

At this time, I suddenly had an intuition that these two women should be the two women in the room next to me.