Sun Cheng began to wonder if his popularity had passed, and he was very disappointed in his heart. Just when he was a little confused, he received a mysterious email: "Sun Cheng, how are you doing this year?" ”

A few simple words made Sun Cheng look at the screen and didn't know what to say.

How are you doing? He doesn't know, is he having a bad time? He doesn't know either!

What exactly is going on this year? In addition to singing and singing, and the preaching in order to take care of the mother has been forgotten.

......

"Girl, you haven't been here for a long time!"

It has been more than a year since the owner of the food stall saw Wu Meng again, and it seems that Wu Meng has not changed.

"Well, long time no see."

Wu Meng's attitude is no different from more than a year ago.

"Are you the only one?"

"Right"

The owner was very knowledgeable and even saved the link of ordering food.

There is still a man in the food stall who walks around the tables and sings, his voice is clean, but the singing can only be listened to.

Wu Meng came every day, sat for an hour and left, and the food she ordered was also a shallow taste, and the owner of the food stall found that this girl had changed, she had never seen her smoke before, but now Wu Meng had cigarettes on the table. I smoked several of them in an hour, not like that kind of posturing.

On the seventh day, Sun Cheng returned. But he wasn't here to sing, and now he's forgotten what it was like to sing in a food stall. He came back to see his mother and came here along the way.

The familiar food stalls, maybe the guests are still those, but he is no longer his original self.

The owners of the food stalls no longer know him one by one, and his appearance has not changed, but he is no longer in the state of saying hello and laughing when he sees people, and now he is right to say that he feels a little cool. No one would associate him with Brother Xiao Cheng, who sang in a food stall more than a year ago.

He hadn't planned to sit down, but he saw an acquaintance, a woman who had come alone or with friends at the food stalls countless times, but she had never smoked in her memory, but now she was holding a cigarette, and her eyes were the same as before, not looking at anyone, and not knowing where her eyes were looking.

"Is it convenient to sit together?" Sun Cheng suddenly had an idea to get to know this woman. She has experienced ups and downs for more than a year, has this woman also experienced anything?

Wu Meng stretched out his hand and pointed, but did not speak.

Sun Cheng sat down, looked at the woman, and just wanted to speak, but was intimidated by the other party's words.

"Finally remembered to come back to see your mother?"