I'm really immortal

Chapter 161 Waiting for you to get tired of seeing the scenery

You must use high heat to fry eggs. The key is to use lard. The fried eggs will have tender and soft white under the shallow crisp, soft and syrupy yellow, and eggs with a lot of powder spread, not so much fried eggs. , It is better to say that it is fried, oily and bitter, bad appetite.

Many people are used to adding a fried egg, but what they often pursue is the memory of the bowl of noodles mixed with their impressions when they were young.

For many children, it is very difficult to persuade him to eat a bowl of noodles, so he adds an egg, which is delicious after all, and it tastes better than noodles. down.

Growing up, the eggs fried by my mother are in the memory, but it is such a taste that people want to remember.

Liu Changan put two bowls of noodles with eggs in front of the third wife and Zhongqing. If there is business, there is no reason not to do it. Two bowls of noodles with fried eggs cost 24 yuan. Liu Changan took the payment code and gave it to Zhongqing. Qing swept it.

Today Liu Changan didn't leave immediately after putting down his fans, he moved a small bench and sat down, "Since there's no business right now, let's talk first if you two have something or something to say, I'll be busy later."

Liu Changan knew very well that there must be repeat customers today, the business is busier than yesterday, famous chefs can make people go there attracted by fame, but repeat customers are more convincing than diners who come here attracted by fame.

"I'm just here for a meal." The third wife turned her head away, her fair neck was delicate and wrinkle-free, and the place where a woman is most likely to reveal her age was still as soft and smooth as a girl.

Liu Changan looked at Zhongqing, he had never counted on this arrogant and unpopular woman who didn't know where she came from.

Zhongqing was wearing a summer transparent white thin shirt, and she could see the off-shoulder underwear under the white carved lace collar around her neck. He took out a photo and handed it to Liu Changan.

The photo is an old black and white photo, very old, except for Liu Changan, who is probably older than the people around here, and older than the buildings in this area. The newly built Junsha City after the fire is not much comparable to this photo in terms of age old buildings.

People in that era did not have as many tricks and vivaciousness in taking pictures as they do now. After all, they would face it seriously, which often revealed a person's true spirit.

In a very simple and traditional pose, the young man sat upright with his hands on his knees, and beside him stood a woman in a long dress and a white top hat.

"Please pass this photo on to Mr. Ye." Zhong Qing said.

"Mr. Ye?" Liu Changan was also a little puzzled.

The third wife turned her head, with some doubts in her eyes, "Ye Chenyu."

Liu Changan nodded to express his understanding. What he was puzzled about was that, normally, he would call him "Mr. Ye".

Liu Changan picked up the photo casually and put it in the cash box that was spread earlier, and saw a poem written on the back of the photo.

In the end, the wind is violent, Gu Wo laughs, and the waves laugh, and the center is mourning.

In the final wind and haze, Huiran is willing to come, not to go, to think leisurely.

In the end, the wind will be suffocating, and there will be smoldering every day. If you talk too much, you will not be able to sleep, but if you want to speak, you will suffer.

If you talk about it, it's yin, if you talk about it, you can't sleep, if you want to talk, you will be pregnant.

This is "The Final Wind of Beifeng", which talks about a man's romantic and affectionate, facing such a man, a woman's various worries, sorrows, expectations, sorrows, and lingering.

The photo is well preserved, it seems that it was taken out of the safe or sealed place recently, but the handwriting looks old, and the beautiful and elegant handwriting is naturally from the hand of a woman.

Photos are more intuitive and easier to wake up memory, but words have a stronger appeal. Liu Changan picked up the photos again and put them in a picture book. Sometimes Zhou Dongdong would accompany his mother to the booth. book will be placed here.

Turning around, the third wife and Zhongqing had already left.

Zhongqing didn't eat the noodles. It's not that Zhongqing regretted the 24 yuan, but it was really delicious. It's okay not to eat breakfast on weekdays, but now he feels a little hungry.

"Mrs……"

Zhongqing turned her head, but saw the third wife sitting on the far edge of the carriage, tightly pressed against the window, with her cheek pressed against the window glass, her whole body was soft and powerless, like a person hidden in a shell who was suddenly caught Take away the strongest shell, revealing the fragility inside.

A line of water flowed down the glass, and the clean window made the water look crystal clear, flowing sadly under the slanting sunlight.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Ma'am, what happened?" Zhongqing was very flustered. She had never seen such a third wife. In her eyes, the third wife was proud and powerful, and she could do anything unscrupulously, but it definitely did not include crying.

Zhongqing even suspected that for the third wife, even if a close relative died in front of her, she might not have much emotional ups and downs. Zhongqing never thought that the third wife would cry.

"Into the sand."

The third wife used the most meaningless excuse, but Zhongqing didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Tell me, isn't it true that the more extraordinary a man is, the more carefree he is?" The third wife turned her head to look at Zhongqing.

Her eyes were moist, not like sand, but like newly opened springs, clear and bright.

The third wife is talking about that old Mr. Ye Chenyu?Zhongqing does know some things. This old gentleman was a suave man back then, and he was the dreamer of many young ladies in the Republic of China. Is the third wife feeling for the old lady?Then thought of his marriage and destiny?However, I have never heard of how romantic the third young master was back then, and he had passed away in a car accident for many years, and he had never seen how sad the third wife was. Zhongqing couldn't understand how much he felt at this time.

"No matter what happens to men, they are all fickle." Zhong Qing said uncertainly. She has seen many men who are fickle, but she doesn't know if there are any men who are not fickle. After all, many men are fickle. Either they don't know, or they don't have a chance, and Zhongqing doesn't care.

"I remembered a sentence."

"What?"

"When you get tired of looking at the enchanting and charming, I will accompany you to spend a long time."

Zhongqing carefully looked at the expression of the third wife, "It's just that you get tired of watching it?"

"Yeah, the long flowing water is boring after all, and the enchanting and charming scenery is even more exciting." The third wife sneered, "Women's thinking is too naive after all, men, they will never get tired of the vixen outside, they have a lot of tricks, it's a big deal Change it for a while, and forget about the one at home. Even if you think about it by chance, it’s just a whim. A woman wants to think that he will change his mind and live a long life with you. , is too ridiculous."

"Probably so." Zhong Qing said uncertainly.

"But...but I still want to see him."

The third wife raised her hands and covered her face.

　I suffered from insomnia yesterday, and today I’m out of shape. Let’s break out at five o’clock tomorrow. The purpose is to ask for a monthly ticket. As for some students who think that I’m not breaking out, it’s not wrong. I just write as much as I can, and write less when I don’t have time or energy. .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)