plum city

Chapter 22 The cold front
It was already past ten o'clock, but the main street was even busier than when Fang Yan went there earlier.

There are many snack bars on both sides of the street. Although Fang Yan has just had a full meal, he still feels that everything he looks at is delicious and can bring back memories for him.Along the way, he stopped and walked, and couldn't help but buy Sandu mochi, stinky tofu corn cake, Yanzhou pancakes and tofu buns. It was almost midnight, and it was strange that there were buns for sale.

When he reached the Qingcheng Gate, he was holding a pile of food in his hand. He himself felt baffled. Are you hungry? You want to buy so much?

Fang Yan went up the steps and walked through the door. Xiao Yu was sitting in the hall. When he saw him, he shouted:
"Mr. Fang, are you back?"

Fang Yan nodded and said, "I'm back."

He walked over, put several vest bags in his hands in front of Xiao Yu, and said to her, "These are for you."

"No, no, you can eat it yourself." Xiao Yu blushed and waved her hands repeatedly.

Fang Yan said: "I just had a full meal and bought it on the way back. I couldn't eat at all."

"Oh, you can't eat it, why do you buy so much?" Xiao Yu opened her eyes wide.

Fang Yan said: "I don't know either. I wanted to buy it when I saw it. After I bought it, I realized that I couldn't eat it at all."

Xiao Yu chuckled and joked with him: "I know, uncle, you are hungry."

Fang Yan laughed: "Indeed, you are right. I just have hungry eyes. I have eaten it before and I know it is delicious. When I saw it, I wanted to buy it. After buying it, I felt happy. I have no choice but you can help me solve it." .”

Xiao Yu grimaced: "So much, I can't eat it alone."

"It doesn't matter." Fang Yan said, "If you can't eat it, you can give it to someone else. By the way, you can give it to the girl who was painting on the patio in the afternoon."

"She." Xiao Yu looked at Fang Yan, smiled maliciously, and nodded while laughing.

Fang Yan asked: "Why are you laughing?"

Xiao Yu stared at Fang Yan and asked with a smile: "Uncle, to be honest, when you bought these, did you originally want to give them to her? I was embarrassed and wanted to lend them to me."

"No, no." Fang Yan said quickly, "I only remembered it after hearing you say you couldn't eat."

"Don't quibble." Xiao Yu tilted her head and continued to smile: "Uncle, are you interested in her?"

"Nonsense." Fang Yan shook his head, "It's true that I have a crush on her. When I saw her in the afternoon, I felt that she seemed familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere before."

"Tch!" Xiao Yu laughed loudly, and then said: "Uncle, isn't this too cliche for you? Next, do you want to say, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake?"

Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh: "I told you the truth, but you still don't believe it, forget it, I don't care how you deal with it, I don't care anyway."

Fang Yan said and walked inside. Xiao Yu called from behind: "Uncle, let me remind you, it is difficult."

Fang Yan stopped, turned around and asked, "What's so difficult?"

"You are cold and cold ahead, be careful of car accidents." Xiao Yu said, and sighed: "No wonder, if I look so good-looking and draw so well, I will also be cold and cold, making it impossible for you men to reach me. "

Fang Yan laughed and walked inside with a smile.

The next morning, Fang Yan took a long nap and didn't even eat breakfast. He slept until about ten o'clock when he got up. After washing, Fang Yan put his bag on his back and went downstairs.When I walked to the front hall, I saw that the person sitting there was not Xiao Yu, but a woman in her forties. She was not Xiao Yu's mother, but probably her aunt. Didn't she say that this B&B was a joint venture between the three of them? Is it open?

The woman smiled and nodded to Fang Yan, and Fang Yan nodded to her and walked out.

Fang Yan did not go down the main street today. When he came back yesterday, he looked carefully and saw no printing shop on this street.

He walked along Chengnan East Road, and when he was almost at Minmin Road, he saw a printing shop on the roadside, and Fang Yan went in.

There was a young man in the store. Dialect said to the young man: "Please help me search online to see if there is a map of Meicheng."

"Do you want a map of the ancient city?" the young man asked. "There seems to be a hand-drawn one online."

Fang Yan shook his head: "No, just an ordinary map will do." The young man found it quickly and asked Fang Yan if he could have this one.Fang Yan looked closer to the computer screen and said yes, you can print it out for me.

"How much to print?"

"Ten."

The map of Meicheng was quickly printed out, Fang Yan scanned the QR code, paid, and put the map into his bag.

The dialect of this road is very familiar. He drove by it yesterday and didn't see much change. He knew that if he kept walking along Minshi Road, he would see Dongmen Street in front of him. After crossing Dongmen Street and continuing forward, he would reach Zongfu Street. On the left Turning around, it was the Fat Man's restaurant where the Fat Man and his wife lived, which he had been to last night.

Although Minshi Road has not changed much, when Fang Yan walked along it, he still found that many new attractions were dug out on both sides of the road, including the former residence of Professor Bei Shizhang, the Jiangxi Guild Hall and the former office site of President Zhu Kezhen. In addition, A new stone archway also appeared.

Fang Yan walked to Fatty Restaurant. As soon as he entered, the proprietress saw him. She turned to look at the clock on the wall. It was only eleven o'clock and said to Fang Yan:
"Are you here so early? Grandpa hasn't arrived yet. We agreed with him that it would be 11:30."

Fang Yan said: "It doesn't matter, I have nothing to do, so I came here early."

There were already two tables of customers eating in the shop. The landlady asked Fang Yan to sit down, and Fang Yan asked if there was a private room?
The landlady said yes.

She walked to the end of the hall with her dialect and opened a door. Inside the door was a private room. The private room was very small, with a round table for eight people, and it felt crowded.

Fang Yan asked the landlady: "Is the fat man your husband?"

The landlady pursed her lips and nodded with a smile.

Fang Yan said to her: "Ask your husband to bring out his best dishes. Don't worry about the money. Also, what kind of wine does little grandpa like to drink?"

The landlady said: "He drinks rice wine."

"Okay, then get him the best wine to add to the meal. I'll drink the same beer as yesterday." Fang Yan said.

The proprietress asked Fang Yan to sit down, made him a pot of tea, then walked out, closing the door of the box.

Fang Yan drank tea and sat for more than ten minutes when he heard a loud voice outside the door asking:
"Is anyone here?!"

Fang Yan heard the landlady say: "Come on, come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Fang Yan knew that the little grandpa should have arrived, and he quickly stood up.

When the door opened, Fang Yan was stunned for a moment.

He always thought that the young grandfather should be a gray-haired old man. Unexpectedly, the man following the boss lady had a crew cut, black hair, and a bronze face. The sound is a perfect match.

In the March weather, everyone was still wearing long sleeves. The little grandpa was wearing a pair of jeans, a pair of casual shoes, and a black short-sleeved round-neck shirt on top. He looked like he was in his fifties.

The landlady introduced them to each other, and the young grandfather stretched out his hand, took Fang Yan's hand, shook it vigorously up and down, and said hello, hello.

The shaking made Fang Yan's hands hurt a little, but he couldn't say it didn't look like it.

"What doesn't look like it?" the little grandpa asked.

Fang Yan said: "You don't look like a fat man's little grandpa. You look like you are 50 years old at most."

The little grandpa laughed loudly: "I am already 71 and I am still 50 years old. Do you want me to show you my ID card? I wish I were 50 years old. Oh, where can I steal these 20 years old?"

The landlady said: "If you are fifty, the little grandma will be in trouble. She will have to control you all day long. If you don't care about you, you will be seduced by the aunt next door."

"Get out!" the little grandpa cursed, and then continued to laugh.

The landlady made a face at him, stuck out her tongue, closed the door and went out.

(End of this chapter)