i was my mistake

"The shadow was dragged so long by the street lamp..."

"It turns out that the sky looks like this at this time, and the city is so quiet at this time."

"Yeah... let's hurry to the school, I don't know if I can get in..."

Ye Chen drove Wan Qing, and Zhao Jinyu rode to school together on his beautiful pink bicycle.

In the past ten minutes, no car was seen passing by on the street.

There are a few street lamps that have been in disrepair for a long time, and there are a few sparks coming out of the lampshade.

Some breakfast shops on the road have opened, but none of them sell breakfast yet.

Every breakfast shop is basically a combination of the boss and the proprietress. They are busy in the shop, preparing for the next morning rush hour.

The steamer in the steamed bun shop was set up, and large balls of water vapor came out, as if they were going to fly into the sky and become a cloud.

Because there was no one to meet along the way, and there was no need to slow down, so the two bicycles quickly left the city and came to the suburbs.

Occasionally, a street lamp can be seen here, but most of the time, it is pitch black.

The flashlights of the bicycles were turned on, but they could only illuminate a short distance ahead.

There are empty farmlands on both sides of the road. From time to time, there are a few bleak dog barks, often accompanied by a few cock crows.

"Wow~" Wan Qing, who was sitting in the back, suddenly raised her head and let out a wolf howl, as if recalling the unrestrained and reckless life she once had.

"What are you doing..."

"It would be a pity not to howl twice on such a dark road."

"What logic..."

"It's rare to come out so early, of course I have to let myself go."

"Let's sing!" Zhao Jinyu stepped on the pedal hard and shouted with a big laugh.

"Sing what—?" The wind suddenly became a little louder, making people's voices a little indistinct.

"I don't know either!"

"Then just pick up a tune?" Ye Chen cleared his throat, and sang the lyrics that came out of his mind at this moment, "A ~big river~wave~wide——"

Zhao Jinyu tilted his head slightly, and hummed softly: "The wind blows the rice flowers~fragrant both sides~"

"My home is here—" Wan Qing's voice was the loudest, and of course, the most obviously off-key.

"Live on the shore!" Ye Chen seemed to have become a little excited, and the wind blowing in front of her didn't seem to feel the cold anymore. She even stood up directly and stepped on the pedal harder.

The singing pierced through the darkness and floated leisurely into the distance...

……

26. Tanabe early

On the concrete road beside the field, a breakfast stall has just been set up, and the boss is squatting in front of the coal stove, stuffing firewood, and a large plastic basket next to it is filled with black briquettes.

Two kerosene lamps were hung on a makeshift tarpaulin, their flames swaying slightly in the wind.

When the boss picked up another briquette with iron tongs and put it into the furnace, he heard a faint singing from a distance. He straightened up, squinted his eyes and looked in that direction, and saw two bicycles gradually appearing. In my sight.

"There's an early morning stall here!" The girl riding a pink bicycle excitedly brushed her bangs blown by the wind, and braked in front of the stall.

"Oh—boss, is there any breakfast for sale now?" Wan Qing jumped out of the car and pulled the warm scarf to loosen it up a bit.

"Yes, anytime." It seems that this is an early breakfast stall that does not require impromptu preparation of ingredients.

"What's there?" Ye Chen's body was steaming, she took off the scarf and hugged it in a ball, "Is there a place to sit?"

"Yes." The boss said this, took out one of the stacked tables behind, and placed it under the tarpaulin.

It's not a small folding table, but a long table. Although it's not heavy, it's obviously impossible to bring the dozen or so tables with you every day.

Maybe the boss is the owner of the field behind him, but there are not many things to grow in winter, so he sells breakfast part-time.

"Come on, sit down first, what do you want to eat? Soup noodles, fried noodles, mixed noodles, poached eggs, mixed soup, rice cakes with soy sauce, and fried noodles with soup powder can be made, as well as fried dumplings and zongzi, or you can also try Test your tongue, many people come to eat this every day after eating it.”

The boss's Mandarin was mixed with some local accents, which didn't sound like the local dialect of H City.

"What's a greasy tongue?" Zhao Jinyu asked curiously as he took out a napkin from his schoolbag and carefully wiped the slightly greasy dining table.

"It's a kind of deep-fried pancake, made of rice and soybeans, not flour, and filled with pork. It tastes crispy and chewy. Do you want to try it?"

"So—I want to try one?"

"I want to try it too!" Ye Chen exhaled a cloud of white air and shouted loudly.

Wan Qing doesn't seem interested in trying new foods: "Give me some noodles with poached eggs, let's make them soft."

"okay."

"Is there any soup?"

"Yes, chowder."

"Then I'd like another miscellaneous stew, and one—fried rice dumplings, right?"

"I also want chowder soup, and rice cakes with soy sauce~"

"Okay, sit and wait for a while, it will be ready soon." The boss put a teapot for boiling water on the coal stove, turned around and started working in his well-equipped roadside kitchen.

Oil tongue and rice dumplings are fried in the oil pan, and poached eggs and rice cakes with soy sauce are fried on the iron plate.

In fact, they are all very simple food, but on such a morning, they can make people feel a different kind of deliciousness.

Especially Ye Chen and Zhao Jinyu, both of them had been riding for a long time, and as soon as they sat down, their stomachs started to growl.

Wanqing's mixed noodles are the fastest to serve, with meat sauce and sesame sauce added in, the aroma is very strong and the taste is more layered.

She lightly took a bite of the crispy poached egg, Ye Chen couldn't help urging, "Boss, is mine ready?"

"It'll be ready soon." The boss said, and brought Wan Qing another bowl of brewed seaweed soup.

"Ha...the noodles taste really good—boss, let's have a poached egg!"

"okay!"

Wan Qing mixed the runny poached egg into the noodles, so that they were covered with the semi-liquid viscous egg liquid as much as possible.

Then he took a big breath with a 'snoring', his mouth was covered with oil.

Even Zhao Jinyu couldn't help licking his lips, feeling a little impatient.

Zongzi and oily tongues were served on plates, and the chowder was cooked in advance and picked up directly from the big iron bucket.

Ye Chen first scooped up a mouthful of chowder with a spoon, and the expression on his face was so beautiful that he seemed to be flying into the sky.

This is a bowl of chowder that has it all.

Bamboo shoots and dried fragrant are the protagonists, and they are served with diced carrots, black fungus, diced meat, diced tomatoes, diced mushrooms...

"The bamboo shoots taste so fresh." Zhao Jinyu sipped the chowder soup in his mouth, tasting the taste of each food, and then swallowed it slowly.

"Haha, yes, they are winter bamboo shoots, which are just dug out." The boss smiled and pointed to the hills of bamboo shoot shells piled up beside the field, which were still covered with a lot of soil.

Deep-fried zongzi is a dish that most people are reluctant to make at home. It’s not because the zongzi is so expensive, but because they don’t want to put so much oil in it. At most, they just fry it in a pan.

But the fried dumplings are definitely not as good as the deep-fried ones.

The whole zongzi was fried until golden, and it was extremely crispy after one bite. There was a piece of candied dates and a piece of fat and thin pork belly inside. It tasted salty with a touch of sweetness.

As for the soy sauce rice cake, it is just a very ordinary rice cake that has been fried in a pan, but it is drizzled with a little soy sauce to give it a beautiful color.

"Hmm! This oily tongue is so chewy...it feels like rice cakes, Qing'er, do you want to try it?" Zhao Jinyu pushed the oily tongue that he took a small bite of along with the plate.

"You guys eat."

"Try it, it's really delicious."

"Okay..." Wan Qing picked it up with her chopsticks and took a small bite. It tasted really fresh, crispy, soft and chewy. The pork inside seemed to have been fried in advance, and it tasted a bit crunchy.

"How about it?"

"delicious."

"Yeah~"

After eating a hot breakfast, the three of them felt warm all over, but the sky still didn't light up, but another guest in blue overalls came.

It looks like it should be a worker from a nearby factory.

"Boss, how much is it?" Wan Qing took the initiative to stand up and pay this time, after all, she couldn't always let Zhao Jinyu treat guests—even if she didn't care about such a small amount of money.

"Fried tongue and rice dumplings cost [-] cents each, rice cakes with soy sauce [-] cents, chowder soup [-] cents a bowl, mixed noodles [-] cents, two poached eggs [-] cents... the total is [-] cents."

Prices are going up, but it seems like there is no change here.

"Is that right? It's too cheap..."

"Haha, it's all my own stuff, and the cost is not high, so let's make it cheaper so that everyone can eat it."

"...It's almost worth the money to do it yourself." Wan Qing handed him a one-dollar coin and four dimes, "You don't need to change a penny."

"Okay, come again next time!"

"Will do."

"I said, why don't we just come here to eat in the future? It's a waste of time and troublesome to eat at home..."

"It's fine." Wan Qing walked to the side of the bicycle, "It's really convenient and comfortable to eat like this."

"It's amazing, there are such cheap and delicious things." Zhao Jinyu rewrapped his scarf, "The taste is not worse than the ones I bought in brand stores."

"The taste of civilian food will be better, because the biggest selling point is that it is delicious and cheap."

"Dad should close the stall by now, right? I think it would be nice for him to open a breakfast shop."

"That depends on whether he likes to get up early or go to bed late." Wan Qing put her hands on her chest and patted Ye Chen's back with a light smile, "Let's go, get in the car."

This place is actually not far from the school. In less than 10 minutes, the three of them came to the cold iron gate.

"It's... past five o'clock." Zhao Jinyu raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Uncle Security seems to be sleeping in the security booth?"

"Hmm..." Wan Qing looked in on tiptoe, "Lying on the newspaper, sleeping soundly."

Ye Chen tried to push the small iron door: "It seems to be locked..."

"Is it really locked?" Zhao Jinyu leaned over and looked behind the small iron door. There was a big closed copper lock hanging on the latch, and it was indeed locked.

"What should we do, then shall we wait outside until the door opens?" Ye Chen rubbed his little purple hands from the cold, and exhaled a few balls of white air in the cold wind.

"Turn over."

"Eh? Won't it be discovered?" Zhao Jinyu was obviously a good boy, and had never done such a 'deviant' thing.

Although this was turning into school to attend class, not turning out of school to skip class, it still made her a little nervous.

"Well, let's turn through the back door, so it's not easy to be found."

The back door of Yinjiang High School is closed all year round, and that area is even covered with weeds, because no one will go there.

Outside the back door is an open field. If you want to go there, you have to walk into the field first, walk around on the soft soil for a while, and then step on the stone steps to reach it.

"Why does the school set up a back door here? It seems useless..."

"Some things can be useless, but they can't be without." Wan Qing squinted her eyes, looked into the dark distance, and pointed to her memory, "There is an air-raid shelter in the mountain over there, run from here It will go faster."

"I see……"

The back door is not too high, even slightly shorter than the wall.

There are no raised spikes on it, the door is still hollowed out, and there are pieces where you can step on it, which is very suitable for climbing over.

"Do you really want to go from here?" Zhao Jinyu wanted to try it, but he didn't dare, "Will it fall?"

"Then I will be the second one to go today, Ye Chen, you will support her below."

"Ah good."

"Look at how I turned it over." Wan Qing stepped on it handsomely, showing a lightness like walking on flat ground, and then the next second, her foot slipped and she almost fell off the top.

"Be careful!"

"Yes, Wan Qing, can you do it? Don't try to be brave."