"The autumn of autumn, the name of a famous family, the mountain of a mountain." Wan Qing said very seriously.

"it is good."

The other party didn't have any objections, although she didn't know where 'Autumn Mountain' was.

In fact, in this era, cartoons with the initial D have not yet been broadcast.

"Okay, the pager has been sent a message for you."

"Okay, thank you." Wan Qing hung up the phone.

She pushed away the phone booth and walked into the rain.

"Did you get—?" she shouted from afar.

"Got it!!" Ye Chen was full of excitement.

He waved the green lighted pager in his hand, which was beeping beeping.

He waited until she had passed before joining her to watch.

"See you at Qiu Mingshan tonight", these words slide slowly on the screen, followed by a string of numbers, this is the number of the public phone just now.

"Autumn famous mountain... where is that?"

"A scene from a very popular animation in the future." Wan Qing chuckled, "There is a car in it that many people like."

"Oh... oh, this era is too early, time flies, I really want to see things in the future."

"There's nothing good about the future."

"I feel fine."

"It's up to you." Wan Qing glanced at his tattered umbrella, and gently pushed his back, "Let's go, go back."

"Are you going to call Zhao Jinyu?"

"Of course I'm going." Her gaze landed on the small fruit shop not far away with only two incandescent bulbs lit. "Go buy some fruit."

"She doesn't usually lack these things, does she?"

"She doesn't lack anything, but she always has to buy some, that's her wish." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, "It's better to buy some cheap ones, like bananas and apples."

Compared with the brightly decorated fruit supermarkets in the future, this fruit stand looks very simple.

A few bundles of sugarcane were randomly placed at the door like a broom, and a very rough blanket was covered on the shelf made of plastic beer crates, wooden boards and cardboard.

The wind made the incandescent lamp hanging on the wire shake slightly, and even the lights in the store were dimmed.

Bananas with many black spots are placed at the door, and they are called sesame bananas, but the price is very beautiful.

If you eat it yourself, this is the best, but you must not choose this as a gift.

So Wan Qing chose a bunch of slightly green American bananas.

By the way, I picked seven or eight red Fuji apples.

Ye Chen fell in love with the strangely shaped carambola, and Wan Qing bought one for him to try.

She has indeed eaten this stuff, but the taste has been forgotten.

Firstly, I don't like to eat fruit, and I love to have no money to spend on fruit.

With that money, maybe she'd be more than happy to buy some other quirky bric-a-brac to cheer the spirits.

This is the busiest time in the apartment building, and of course it is also the most crowded.

A bunch of people gathered in front of the elevator, and the elevator couldn't bring everyone up at once, and it had to stop every floor.

A group of children who came back with their parents were still making a lot of noise-children are the best at having fun, oh no, it shouldn't be said that.

It should be said that it was just a matter of fun.

The noisy lobby on the first floor made it difficult to stay any longer, so the two of them simply walked up the stairs.

Fortunately, the eighth floor is not too high. If there are ten or twenty floors of apartments in the future, it will take half your life to reach the top floor.

"Dong dong..."

"Don't you know there's a doorbell?"

"Cough... I'm used to it." Ye Chen said awkwardly, reaching out to ring the doorbell.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps inside.

Even though the room is small, it feels as if we have traveled far and for a long time.

After a long while, the door was slowly opened.

"Huh..." Zhao Jinyu's face was unnaturally red, and her forehead seemed to be steaming. She looked a little weak, her eyes were loose, and she looked weak.

"Jinyu, what's the matter?" Wan Qing intentionally called her kindly, and went forward to support her.

Her body was limp, and she fell onto Wan Qing: "I've had a fever...the whole day."

"Have you been to the hospital?"

"Well... I can't walk, so I went to the pharmacy downstairs to buy medicine."

"Didn't you contact your parents?"

She squeezed out a smile: "I also want to try it. When I'm alone, what would it feel like to be sick..."

"You don't need to experience all of this to experience life..." Ye Chen grinned, "Uh, this is the fruit we bought."

"Of course you have to experience it, otherwise it's incomplete, um, thank you...how do you know I'm sick?"

"I don't know, it's just a little strange that I haven't seen you all day, so let's see what's wrong with you." Wan Qing shook her head, "Are you all right? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"A little hungry, but... have no appetite."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

"Huh... can I go to your place, it's so deserted to be alone at home..."

"Of course it's fine."

"Where do I put my fruit?" Ye Chen looked at Wan Qing.

"Just put it on the ground here." Wan Qing replied.

As for Zhao Jinyu, she doesn't have the heart to think about these things now.

……

72. Ginger porridge

The rain beat against the eaves, and the kitchen was foggy.

The rice cooker with the lid open is bubbling with bubbles.

Wan Qing cut a few slices of ginger and put them inside, then closed the lid again.

The sound of the TV came from the living room, but what was playing was cartoons.

Obviously, it wasn't the father who was watching.

In fact, when they came back, my father was lying on the sofa in a deep sleep, with no intention of waking up.

"Ye Chen—! Take out the fried shredded potatoes!"

"It's fried potato shreds every day..."

"Don't be too showy, and don't be too demanding. It's good to have something to eat. I think when I was in S City, I was so poor that I wanted to eat leather shoes."

"Yes yes yes...you have said this many times." Ye Chen replied perfunctorily, quickly rushed into the kitchen, put the plate on, and ran back to the living room.

The sofa has been occupied, so he and Zhao Jinyu can only sit at the dining table.

Zhao Jinyu lay down on the table listlessly: "The black and white TV also has a special charm..."

"Yeah, although it's not as good as the colored ones..."

She nodded, and pointed to the magazine kept in the wine cabinet: "What kind of cartoon is that?"

"That is a Japanese cartoon, and it hasn't been screened in the mainland yet—" Ye Chen suddenly raised his voice, and asked curiously, "Wan Qing! Do you know when EVA will be broadcast in the mainland?"

"How the hell do I remember, [-], or [-]?" The crisp sound of spatulas and pans coming from the kitchen created a sense of home in this small apartment.

It's not an ordinary residence, but a place where you can really put your soul.

Ye Chen likes to listen to the sound of Wanqing cooking at night the most.

Whether it is the 'sizzling' sound of hot oil splashing, the 'cracking' sound of metal colliding, or the 'da da' sound of a kitchen knife on a cutting board.

It can make him feel very at ease.

Because what Wan Qing played was a song called 'Life'.

Sometimes he even thought it was more beautiful than any song.

What was broadcast on TV was Rubik's Cube Building with a slightly weird soundtrack, but Ye Chen watched it with gusto.

"Ye Chen seems to like cartoons a lot?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Zhao Jinyu asked curiously, her frown seemed to relax a little because she diverted her attention.

"Uh...because..." He was stunned for a long time, unable to explain why.

In fact, there may not be so many reasons to like it.

But Wan Qing, who came with the soup, still picked up her words: "Because there are things we are after, things that are derived from reality but transcend reality. A good story is like going through a long period of time." Life."

"But it's not just cartoons."

"Yes, but they are the only ones that have pictures, and they are not bound by reality." Wan Qing gave Ye Chen a look, and the latter hurriedly moved the table mat over, and then she put down the soup bowl, "More importantly What's more, they are easier to like and arouse more interest. Some people start to like basketball and musical instruments because of them, and some people have the blood and motivation to move forward because of them, because they carry beautiful dream."

"Cough..." Ye Chen coughed in embarrassment. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Um……"

"Are you going to ask for leave tomorrow?" Wan Qing patted him on the shoulder, and told the boy to go to the kitchen to get the tableware with her eyes, and sat down by herself.

Today's dinner is very simple, it is hot and sour potato shreds and a large bowl of casserole.

It is not a soup-based pot, but a vegetable-based one.

I don't know if it's on purpose or because she doesn't know how to cook, so it looks like maocai or Malatang.

"I don't know, it should be better tomorrow." Zhao Jinyu touched his forehead, "Phew...it's still hard to lie down for a whole day."

"If it doesn't work, just rest and rest. It seems that it will rain tomorrow."

"Let's watch it tomorrow, but even if I'm at home tomorrow, I have to study by myself, or I will fall behind."

"There is no new class."

"Learning is about not advancing or retreating."

"Wan Qing—do you want porridge tonight?" Ye Chen walked to the dining table with the rice cooker in one hand and the tableware in the other.

"Well, it's specially made for Jinyu, so you can make do with it."

"Cough, oh, that's fine..."

"Eh? Made it just for me? Thank you..."

"It's okay, it's just ordinary porridge. I added some ginger and salt to it. If you really don't have an appetite, you can just drink the porridge. Originally, I wanted to put an egg in it, but the eggs at home just finished eating." .”

"That's good." Her little face flushed with fever was filled with a cute smile, "Thank you!"

"It's nothing." Wan Qing touched the lily-like mark on her collarbone, "When I used to catch a cold, my mother would cook ginger porridge for me. It’s almost over—maybe ginger makes people feel hot and sweaty.”

"Well, although I don't have much appetite, it should be okay to eat some porridge." Zhao Jinyu said, scooped up a mouthful with an iron spoon, put it into his mouth and sipped it bit by bit.

"You can also eat hot and sour potato shreds. It's an appetizer, and it's also good for porridge."

"Why do you cook soup when you have porridge..." Ye Chen complained in a low voice.

"Too lazy to cook, it's so late today." Wan Qing patted the back of his head, "You don't have to go to school tomorrow, do you?"

"It's a hodgepodge."

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