Just when everyone was about to leave, there was hope again.

"Yes, he is Wang Husheng, the Wang Husheng who everyone shouts and beats and scolds......" Ge You hurriedly pushed Jiang Xun to the front.

"He's also Gao Xiang......" The female conductor was embarrassed, "That's it, go to the train and ask the conductor to make up the ticket......"

Oh, that's it?

Liang Tian hugged Jiang Xun excitedly, "Yes, it's better to be a star, you have to be the kind of star who doesn't wear a mask, right, big brother......"

……

When I returned to Beiping, it was Sunday, and I didn't have to go to school or work, so Yang Zhe waited at the train station early.

It is here, the two have separated and reunited many times.

Jiang Xun introduced the big guy to Yang Zhe in turn, "This is Shi Lanya, this is my girlfriend Yang Zhe." ”

The two women were looking at each other, Yang Zhe was very polite, and Shi Lanya was also very enthusiastic.

But it wasn't until he saw Yang Zhe that the luck in the deepest part of Shi Lanya's heart disappeared.

As an actress, she had never seen such a beautiful girl so closely, she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that others were ashamed of themselves.

"Goodbye, Brother You, goodbye, Brother Zhang, I hope to cooperate in the future......"

"What, so heavy?" When Jiang Xun finally sent the other actors away, Yang Zhe picked up his package.

Jiang Xun's bag is very heavy, and it is full of specialties sent by the villagers in Shandong Tun, mushrooms, fungus, and a few authentic old ginseng......

"Rush Ming'er to see your father, well, Yu Yuan's health is not good...... As the two spoke, Jiang Xun grabbed her slender waist from behind, Yang Zhe looked at him with a smile, and the two of them are now the time to mix oil in honey, and this glance makes the air burn.

Back in Dongchang Hutong, the two of them were talking endlessly, and the knocker of the door was stunned and slapped twice, "Xunzi, I'm back, it's time to pay the water and electricity bills." ”

"Got it." Hearing the voice of the street aunt, Yang Zhe immediately got rid of Jiang Xun's entanglement as if frightened, and shouted out of the door.

"Alas, there is a phone at home, how good it would be to make a call,...... Jiang Xun smiled and hugged Yang Zhe again, "What are you panicking about, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, not ......"

What do you say, Yang Zhe looked at him with disgust, well, the days with Jiang Xun Yizhi always passed too fast, she glanced at the clock, it was already half past eight, "I'll go first, tomorrow my mother will let you go over for dinner......"

……

The spring is bright, the sun's rays are very soft, walking side by side with Jiang Xun in the alley, and saying hello to the neighbors from time to time, Yang Zhe feels that his heart is very sweet, such days are as plain as water, but they also contain happiness.

Turning into their community, in the flower bed, the spring flowers are in full bloom.

In the Yang family, Yang Zhe's mother was pickling duck eggs in a black porcelain jar, and the duck eggs were all topped one by one, and she picked them one by one in the village.

Seeing Jiang Xun, Yang Zhe's mother smiled from ear to ear, this has been out for almost two months, and the year has passed.

"Dumplings on the horse and noodles on the horse, Xunzi, let's eat noodles today."

She stopped Jiang Xun, turned around and walked into the kitchen to make noodles, "Last summer's tomato sauce, this is the last bottle, today we eat tomatoes and make lo mein." ”

Storing food has always been an excellent tradition for industrious people, storing cabbage in winter, storing pork in wax moon, pickling duck eggs or eggs in spring, and in summer there are more kinds of vegetables, some places make cucumbers in sauce, and some places like to make tomato sauce.

Especially in the north in the eighties and nineties, almost every household made tomato sauce, because it was simple to make, easy to store, and would not go bad for a year.

Yang Zhe also followed up the kitchen, quickly broke the eggs and fried them, cut the green onion in the pot, and poured in the soybean sprouts to stir-fry, Yang Zhe's mother quickly opened the glass glucose bottle for dripping and poured the tomatoes inside into the pot......

Old-fashioned tomato sauce is a food full of age, a food that reminds you of your mother, a kind of happiness, a special memory, it belongs to this unique era.

The tomatoes were boiled in the pot for more than ten minutes, and Yang Zhe put the fried eggs on them, and Jiang Xun could already smell the fragrance in the living room.

"Don't talk about it, you two, eat." Yang Zhe's mother's noodles were soon ready.

Yang Zhesheng put a bowl of noodles in front of his father first, and then served two bowls to Jiang Xun and himself, "Hold more marinade." Yang Zhe's father looked at the tomatoes in the pot, "Xunzi, eat vegetables." ”

Four cold and four hot, eight dishes, very formal appearance.

"He's not without hands." Yang Zhe glanced at Jiang Xun with a smile, but took a piece of meat and put it in his bowl.

Jiang Xun ate the noodles without looking up, the tomatoes were really delicious, the taste was refreshing, the tomatoes were not sour, and the eggs were smooth and tender.

"Xunzi, you eat more." Yang Zhe's mother smiled and scooped a spoonful of marinade for Jiang Xun, which provoked the little nephew to mutter, "Grandma, and my ......"

"I can't forget you......" Yang Zhe smiled and served tomatoes to his little nephew.

Jiang Xun raised his head and smiled, such warmth was what he was looking forward to, he was rich and noble, but such a watery day could be pursued.

He gulped down the noodles, knowing that in this era when greenhouse vegetables were not popular, he could eat tomatoes and make lo mein in winter and next spring, which was a kind of happiness, and eating three bowls at a time was not enough.

Yang Zhe ate two bites of noodles, but stood up again, "Mom, where is the sesame oil?" ”

"Look, at a glance, you know that it's a master who doesn't even know how to help when the oil bottle is poured!" Yang Zhe's mother smiled and joked, "In the future, you will live by yourself, you will have to be able to do everything, you have to be able to do everything......"

"I know, Mom-" Yang Zhe got up, "I just asked for sesame oil, and I provoked you to talk so much......

"Add some sesame oil." Yang Zhe poured a little into his father's bowl with a sesame oil bottle, and poured a little more into Jiang Xun's bowl.

Jiang Xun stirred it with chopsticks, made hot noodle soup with tomato sauce, put an appropriate amount of vinegar, and then dropped a little sesame oil, and stirred it lightly with chopsticks. ”

In this leisurely morning, the family is quietly eating noodles, sour, sweet, fragrant, full of flavors, Yang Zhe laughed while eating noodles, it turns out that this is life!

Well, hello, life! I love this life!

The door opened, Yang Zhe's brother and sister-in-law came in, and Jiang Xun quickly stood up.

"I thought you weren't coming back, so we ate first...... Yang Zhe greeted him with a smile, "Director Yang, why do you have time to come back and eat noodles?" ”

"Isn't this Xunzi coming back from the Northeast, how about it, the movie is finished?" Yang Fang sat down with a smile.

"After filming, the northeast is too cold, and it is ...... more than 20 degrees below zero," Jiang Xun smiled and poured Yang Fang a glass of wine.

"Well," Yang Fang asked again after talking about the weather in the northeast for a while, "Is there a letter on the Central Station?" ”

"Not yet," thought everyone had been notified, Jiang Xun

He was in a hurry, but he didn't want to show it.

"Eat, let's talk about these things after eating...... Yang Zhe's mother has also been a leader in the pickle factory, "I heard that the grain and oil are going to rise again." She served Jiang Xun another bowl of noodle soup, and looking at the noodles, she diverted the topic.

"If it goes up, it will rise, the bank has a hedging savings, and the money for buying grain is about the same as depositing it in the bank, and it saves a lot of money to buy grain and grow worms." Jiang Xun said with a smile, took the noodle soup from his mother-in-law's hand, and turned the original soup into the original food, and the older generation paid attention to it.

Yang Zhe's father grinned and sizzled, "In the past few years, I have eaten less of the loss of the rush to buy, so I don't buy it." ”

"In the past few days, I've heard that you don't need a non-staple food book to buy things." Yang Zhe's sister-in-law said while taking care of the child.

Yang Fang said with a smile, "The grain is also free, and you can buy rice and white noodles at will!" ”

"Really, don't buy food?" Yang Zhe's mother widened her eyes and stopped eating the noodles, "I don't believe it, since the liberation, it has been rationed since the liberation, how many catties of coarse grain and how many catties of fine grain, isn't the difference between our city people and country people in the grain?" ”

"Mom, times have changed," Yang Fang said with a smile, "In the future, I won't be able to see any non-staple food books, grain books, oil stamps, cloth stamps, and industrial coupons!" ”

"Alas, it's really a little uncomfortable," Yang Zhe's mother looked very sad, she looked at the sesame oil bottle, "In the past, sesame oil tickets were issued during the New Year's holidays, alas, Zhe'er, you remember, there is a little red lantern on it, I knew that it would not be spent, and a few were left as a souvenir." ”

"In the past, I used to use two taels of sesame oil all year round, and I had to dip my chopsticks to eat, are you willing to spend it?" Yang Zhe's father smiled, "Well, we are not going through one cycle now, but entering another era!" ”

Not one cycle, another era?

Jiang Xun smacked carefully.