The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Xiangbei got up early in the morning, and Xiangnan asked him to sleep a little longer. Zhang Xiangbei said, I can sleep all day, and I want to accompany you to hang your throat.

Xiang Nan said yes, but no mischief is allowed.

The two of them passed through the cultural square at the entrance of Yongcheng Center, walked down the steps, and reached the riverside. They did not turn left and went to the place where Xiang Nan used to hang his throat every morning, for fear of meeting his grandparents there. When Xiang Nan was at home, They would be helping Xiang Nan prepare breakfast at this time. Since Xiang Nan was not here, they probably had breakfast early and wandered to the riverside.

The two of them walked to the right, towards the upper reaches of the Xin'an River, until they reached the end of the riverside park, where the old forest station was. Beyond that, there was the Luotong Hotel. There was no road.

In this section of the Riverside Park, there are willow trees along the river. The river fog lingers between the branches and lingers for a long time. Each willow tree looks like a ball of soft fur, and the river fog under the willow tree is misty. , wandering with the breeze, for a while it was so thick that it was difficult to distinguish the road under your feet, and for a while it suddenly became clear, and you could see wet figures floating in the fog.

Xiang Nan stopped here, and Zhang Xiangbei sat on the stone bench and looked at her. There was a small dock not far from them, and the stone steps stretched all the way into the river.

This wharf is not for boats to berth. There are no boats on the riverside in Yongcheng. Instead, people work on washing clothes, washing vegetables and washing rice. People living on the riverside have been accustomed to coming to the riverside to do these jobs for decades. The washing machine and the drum are also filled with sundries and have not been used for a long time. One reason for going to the river is to save electricity and water. Another reason is that the river is warm in winter and cool in summer.

If there is no dock, people living by the river will really not be used to it.

Zhang Xiangbei and Xiangnan couldn't see the people on the dock, but they could hear the "bang bang" sound of sticks hitting clothes from the fog.

The sound of "bang bang" ended, followed by the sound of "squeak", which was the sound of clothes being washed using the stone slabs on the dock as a washboard, and then the sound of "swish, swish" of the brush washing the clothes. Finally, there is the sound of "clatter, clatter, clatter", the sound of clothes being splashed in the river.

In the midst of this series of sounds, Xiang Nan began to sing "baiya ya ya". Together with Xiang Nan's voice, the sounds on the pier stopped instantly. The person wearing clothes also pricked up his ears, straightened up, and raised his hand with his hands. He hit his lower back and looked at Jiang Wu who was confused in front of him. He stood and rested for a while, and listened for a while.

After a while, the sound of "bang bang" sounded again, but here, the sound of "beep babbling" from Xiangnan never stopped.

Zhang Xiangbei was sitting there, facing Jiang. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. There was no missed call or WeChat message. No one in the company, probably because of Wu Huan's order, was not allowed to contact Zhang Xiangbei. For two days, none of them could disturb Zhang Xiangbei and let him think. Once he thought about it clearly, he would know what to do.

But Zhang Xiangbei felt that his brain was still a mess.

Zhang Xiangbei stared at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze for a while. He thought about whether he should call Wu Yue to ask about today's situation. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Today's situation will not be bad, it will only get worse. The call was answered. I know, there is nothing I can do.

Zhang Xiangbei shook his head and was surprised to find that Xiang Nan's voice disappeared. He was about to turn his head to look when someone tapped his shoulder. Xiang Nan stood behind him without knowing when.

"Get up." Xiang Nan said.

Zhang Xiangbei stood up.

"Come here." Xiang Nan reached out and took his hand, leading him to where she was standing.

"You stand here." Xiang Nan said.

Zhang Xiangbei smiled and said, "What are you doing? I don't know how to talk."

"I'll teach you how to breathe so that your brain can clear up." Xiang Nan said.

Xiang Nan then put her two fingers on the right side of Zhang Xiangbei's Adam's apple, teaching him the breathing method Na Mu taught her. Xiang Nan's two fingers followed Zhang Xiangbei's exhalation and inhalation. , slide open and close gently.

Zhang Xiangbei learned it, and felt that his whole body, with the slow breathing, seemed to be really slowly relaxing.

He didn't know whether it was mist or water vapor, but the coolness penetrated his body like a gossamer. He was like a shriveled balloon, swollen by this cool air. The soles of his feet seemed a little floating, and he was about to float. Indescribably comfortable.

Xiangnan asked Zhang Xiangbei to stand here and continue to talk, while she walked away to the other side of the tree and continued to babbling.

There are trees in the middle, with Zhang Xiangbei on the left and Xiangnan on the right. Xiangnan's "bitter" sound seems to be meandering through the fog, wandering far away, and then swimming back in circles. Zhang Xiangbei is closed. Eyes, breathing slowly, ears filled with the sound of Xiangnan, he stood there, feeling like he was about to fall asleep.

As he breathed in and out, he felt that his brain was empty, like an empty house that had just been painted clean. It was empty and contained nothing. His brain was very clear, but he felt that his body had fallen asleep, and even his own body was asleep. He could hear the snoring, and he felt like he had changed from one to two to countless.

There is the self that snores, the self that fills the ears with Xiang Nan's voice, the self that takes deep breaths, the self that listens to the sound of clothes being pounded, and there is... Zhang Xiangbei feels like he can't tell the difference.

Zhang Xiangbei had a hallucination. He heard another "beep, babble" sound, and then heard Xiang Nan scolding "dead thing" and giggling. Zhang Xiangbei opened his eyes. I realized that it was not a hallucination, but that there really was another "beep babbling" sound.

Yin Tao came out of the fog with two young students. Yin Tao said towards the south:

"I knew it was you just by the sound of the voice."

Xiang Nan asked, "Why are you here?"

Yin Tao smiled and said: "It's you who came to our territory. I should be the one to ask you this. We are here every morning."

Really, from the back, this small road goes straight through, crosses Xin'an Road, and then crosses Houma Road, and you arrive at Gaofang of Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe. The straight-line distance is only two or three hundred meters.

There are now more actors and younger students in the troupe, and there is an atmosphere of competition. More and more people get up every morning to practice their voices. The voices and voices are chasing each other in the troupe. It is so crowded that Yin Tao simply takes the Several young students come to the riverside every day.

The four people lined up on the other side of the tree. At first, they were doing their own thing, babbling, and then they became less honest. They stopped babbling, and started singing opera lyrics. The four of them didn't need to do anything. Assigned, I quickly found my own roles, and these roles were not in the same play.

Xiang Nan sang the third sister in "The Third Sister Comes Down to Earth", Yin Tao sang Xi Shi in "Xi Shi Tears", two young students sang the introductory opera of Wu Opera, Fan Lihua and "Three Invitations to Pear Blossoms" Bai Suzhen in "Stealing Immortal Grass", the four people each sang their own songs, but they were not convinced by each other. I started as soon as you finished singing. The singing was so lively, it was a bit like singing.

The washer had finished washing the clothes and came over with a bucket of washed clothes. He put the bucket on the ground and stood there listening. Only then did Zhang Xiangbei see clearly that it was a man in his fifties. women.

When one person finished singing and the other just got up, the woman turned to look at Zhang Xiangbei and muttered: "Good singing, good singing. Do you think they sang well?"

Zhang Xiangbei smiled and nodded.

The four of them had been fighting each other for forty or fifty minutes. Yin Tao suddenly stopped, looked at her toward the south, and said proudly: "Are you coming yet?"

"I'm not coming, my stomach is growling." Yin Tao shouted, "Zhang Xiangbei, please treat us to some steamed buns."

Zhang Xiangbei said yes.

Yin Tao and two young students said: "At the end of Rainbow Bridge, hurry up and grab a seat."

When the two young students heard this, they immediately ran into the fog.

The three people walked towards the Rainbow Bridge. When they arrived, two young practitioners had already grabbed a table. The two of them sat on one stool, with one foot on another stool and the People were standing drinking soy milk and eating steamed buns. Someone wanted them to take their feet away, so they both yelled:

"There's someone! They'll be here soon!"

The voice was clear and sharp, and others were embarrassed to argue with the two little girls.

Seeing Xiang Nan and the others arriving, the little practitioner immediately took his feet away, and Xiang Nan and Yin Tao sat down. There was still a stool left, and Yin Tao cursed:

"Go, go, let's go sit together for two people. You are so ignorant. The boss's boyfriend is here, and he doesn't know how to flatter or give in."

The two young students laughed and squeezed for a stool. When one of them stood up, he bowed deeply to Zhang Xiangbei as a gesture of invitation, and then smiled flatteringly towards Zhang Xiangbei. :

"Boss, is this okay? Is it polite enough?"

Xiang Nan stretched out his hand and slapped her on the head. The little practitioner shrank his neck and shouted exaggeratedly:

"It hurts like hell. I can't even make up for five buns."

The business of this steamed stuffed bun shop was very good, and customers were queuing up to buy steamed stuffed buns. Yin Tao asked the student: "Do you have any?"

One shouted: "Are we that stupid? We should have ordered it a long time ago!"

Another shouted: "I know you will definitely want to eat tofu buns, so I ordered a basket for you."

Just as he was talking, the waiter came up with a drawer of steamed buns. Xiang Nan said to the waiter, "Four more bowls of salty soy milk."

The little practitioner pushed the dumplings in front of them and said politely: "Come on, you guys eat first."

What did Xiang Nan say, and you just watched?

Just as he was talking, the waiter came up with another drawer of steamed buns, and the young student said, "This is ours, the meaty one."

Yin Tao scolded: "How can I be so honest? You two, if you want to eat this cage, are you reincarnated as a starving ghost?"

The steamed buns here are all big buns, not small steamed buns. There are more than 20 steamed buns in one basket. Most people eat three or four, and a bowl of soy milk is enough. Ordering two steamed buns for five people is indeed a bit too much.

The two young students were swaying with laughter.

One of them gave Yin Tao a blank look and shouted, "I want you to take care of it. It's not your treat anyway."

Another said: "We are growing, so of course we have to eat so much."

Xiang Nan cursed: "I think you are being careless."

The two young students laughed wildly. One of them opened his eyes and asked Zhang Xiangbei: "You can't be so stingy. You can't bear to eat a few more buns if we eat them?"

Zhang Xiangbei smiled and said: "It's okay. It doesn't matter if you each take another cage back after eating."

Upon hearing this, a young student immediately turned around and shouted: "Boss, give us two more cages of meat buns to pack."

"You really brought this damn thing?!" Yin Tao cursed.

"It's a blessing to share it, take it home and grab it all!" a young student shouted.

"There is a nest of rats in the dormitory," another added.

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