The wheat around is golden, and the fragrance of ripe wheat is exuded in the hot wind of August.

At that time, he led the people on his team to open up the wasteland and was able to get there all the way. The home in front of me has become someone else's home, the familiar and unfamiliar feeling, the intimate and stinging mood, as if looking at an old lover who has remarried.

The old house is still there, the foundation has sunk a lot, the vegetable garden is still there, and other vegetables are grown, the stove is still there, and the clean tiles have been pasted, and the round roof, which used to be only covered with braids, has been turned into a spire, and the iron sheets have been put down, and the fish scale tiles ride the eaves...... All changes, even the smallest details, Akiko looks at them very carefully.

Although, he and Feng Qin have only lived here for two years. But sometimes in a person's life, the length of time and the memorability of things are disproportionate.

In our minds, time is abstract, and things are concrete, they are arranged in two forms in our minds, time represents the days that have passed, and memorable things represent our living life, when things are unforgettable and time is integrated, that time is suddenly stretched, diluted or even squeezed out of other time paragraphs.

Therefore, in the two years of the 25th team, no matter whether it was sweet, painful, regretful, or resentful, after all, so many things happened in their lives: getting married, starting a family, having children and raising children, returning home to the city, and leaving their son disabled for life...... Those two years can't help but become so long, long enough for them to taste in their lifetimes, and they can't finish the distance of a lifetime.

It was those unforgettable things that happened that made those two years have a heavy weight, a bitter and sweet taste, and a dream that can never be swept away.

"Ruixuan, open the door!" called the old man Qi.

"Probably your dad is back. Rui Xuan invited his younger brother Ruiquan to remove the broken jar full of stones.

Outside the door, it was not their father who was standing, but Mr. Qian Moyin. The brothers were stunned.

Mr. Chin's visit is a very unusual thing. Rui Xuan immediately saw the urgency of the situation, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

Ruiquan also saw the danger, but he only felt excited, but there was no anxiety or fear. Mr. Qian was wearing a very fat old blue cloth shirt, the cuffs and collar were all worn out.

He was still very kind and calm, but he knew that it would be not calm to make an exception to come to a friend's house today.

With a smile, he asked in a low voice, "The old people are all at home, right?"

"Please, Uncle Qian!" Rui Xuan dodged out of the way. Mr. Qian seemed to hesitate for a moment before walking inside.

Ruiquan ran in first and told his grandfather, "Mr. Qian is here." Old Man Qi heard it, and the whole family also heard it, and everyone was shocked.

Old Man Qi greeted him. Surprised and delighted, he could barely speak. Qian Moyin was very natural, and said slightly apologetically: "The first time I came to see your old man, the first time! I'm too lazy to go out on the street." When he went to the living room of the North House and sat down, Mr. Qian first declared to Rui Xuan: "Don't Zhang Luo tea! Be polite, I won't dare to come next time!" This also implies that he is willing to explain his intention straight to the point, and he does not want to see the whole Qi family one by one.

Old Man Qi first asked a practical question: "I have been thinking about you for the past two days! We are old neighbors and old friends, we are not allowed to say kind words, do you have food?" No, tell me! Food is no more than anything else, a day, a meal, and there is no shortage of food!"

A suspiciously pale face, mingling in the crowd waiting for an opportunity. The water has been stirred. With each step, the water becomes a little more turbid.

Like bubbles rising from the bottom of a river, some sounds echo each other, and the sound of gunfire, the cries of scoundrels, are revealed in the noisy crowds, and one can feel the accumulation of water.

At the other end of the street, near the Olanli Hotel, the sound was particularly loud, like a sluice. Police and soldiers blocked the way.

Everyone couldn't help but huddle in a bunch there, shouting, blowing, singing, and laughing...... It was the laughter of the masses, because they could not confess all kinds of ambiguous emotions by speaking, but could only vent with laughter............ Everyone huddled more and more, like a herd of cattle, and felt that the heat of the whole herd had flowed over them, and all the people had come together as a whole, and each of them was equal to the whole, and it was as if they had entered Briale.

From time to time, the tide of anger bubbled up in the chest of the thousand monsters, with hatred in their eyes and murderous in their voices.

The people hiding in the third and fourth rows began to throw stones. Many of them looked out from the windows facing the street, as if watching a play, and they stirred up the crowd while they waited impatiently for the army to open fire.

His craftsmanship is strong, there are many masterpieces, and the soup dumplings he makes are unique to the old capital. What are the buns, and where are they not?

But the flavors vary. The breakfast soup dumplings served by Shen Dacheng, Bei Wanxin and Wufangzhai in Shanghai are one of unforgettable.

The buns are small, so small that they have to take one bite at a time, but each one is pretty, and the small steamed buns are padded with pine needles (unfortunately the pine needles are often used for too long), and they have a good look.

It's called soup dumplings, but in fact, there is not much soup in the buns, but a bowl of clear soup is attached, and there are seven or eight egg skin shreds floating on the surface, and some people throw the buns in the soup and eat them again, becoming a veritable soup dumpling.

This kind of small soup dumpling stuffing is not evil, but the beauty is in the bun skin, half hair and half hair, moderate thickness, quite skillful in production, Taipei also has people imitate Shanghai-style soup dumplings, it seems to be, it is already rare.

Tianjin steamed buns are also well-known far and wide, especially the brand size of Gou Buli is very loud. In fact, you don't have to go to Gou Buli, as soon as you take the Pingjin train to Tianjin West Railway Station, there will be a group of buns sold in front of the window, stretching out your arms to buy a few buns.

The buns are flat, and there is more soup than usual, and there are a few pieces of minced meat and green onions in the soup.

Someone went to the shop to eat steamed buns, only to come out of the cage, the soup in the buns had a story of burning the back, because the buns were bitten, the soup overflowed, flowing to the palms of the hands, and the hands flowed down the arms to the back.

I don't know if it's really true, but Tianjin buns are indeed soupy, so be careful when eating them, so as not to burn your back, at least you can splash on the faces of diners at the same table.

According to legend, two people who don't know each other eat steamed buns at a table, and one of them bites down, and a stream of soup in the bun goes straight over, spraying the opposite guest all over his face.

The one who caused the accident did not notice it, and lowered his head and ate violently. The one on the other side was very calm and unmoved.

The cousin couldn't stand it on the sidelines, so he quickly twisted a hot hand towel and sent it over, and Ke Xu said: "Don't be busy, he still has two buns that he hasn't finished eating."

"Yuhuatai's soup dumplings are the real soup with a bunch of seeds.