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"These two are packaged, right?"

"Well, pack it up."

"Okay, let me make you some soup first."

"And soup?" Zhao Jinyu, who was a little choked, needed this stuff right now.

In fact, it is seaweed soup brewed in boiling water.

The boss took out two plastic cups, sprinkled salt and monosodium glutamate into them respectively, and then threw a few pieces of crushed seaweed into them, then picked up the teapot and poured the boiled water that had cooled for a while into it.

"This is the soup that ordinary people drink at supper. It's pretty good."

"It's very interesting..." After Zhao Jinyu took it, he couldn't wait to take a sip, but even if it was boiled water that had been cooled, it was still so hot that she stuck out her tongue.

"Haha, don't worry, eat slowly, or finish the soup after eating." Wan Qing lowered her head and stuffed some noodles into her mouth—this time, she sipped a lot.

Eat slowly or eat quickly, each has its own flavor.

But the sky is a little cold after all, if you eat slowly, the food behind will get cold, so it's better not to be too slow.

There is no shelter at the door of the store, and the cool wind with rain and moisture directly pours into the house at night, taking away the turbid air with the smell of oily smoke and bringing in a lot of fresh air.

For Zhao Jinyu, this was indeed a very different experience.

Although everything is very ordinary and simple, it is precisely because they are not high above that they have a real and ordinary beauty.

This is the life of most ordinary people.

No matter how tall the pyramid is, it needs a solid base underneath.

And the base of society is these ordinary people.

They are the real majority.

They are always running around for simple housing and food.

They don't have much enjoyment, but they can always find joy in life.

Zhao Jinyu even felt that such happiness cannot be bought with money.

Of course, if you ask Wan Qing, she will say that money can definitely buy much happier things than this.

Under the dim streetlights, the rain line was very clear.

The boss fried two more and put them into foam boxes.

The door of the barber shop next door was also pushed open, and Ye Chen, who had a crew cut and looked refreshed, walked to the door in two or three steps.

"Boss—" Wan Qing drank the remaining seaweed soup in one gulp, "How much, in total!"

"Let me take a look. Fried river noodles, fried noodles, fried rice, and fried rice cakes are all [-] cents, tenderloin is [-] cents a bunch, and ham sausage is [-] cents apiece... the total is one yuan and twenty cents. Beef is counted separately. One serving It's sixty-five cents, so it's one dollar and eighty-five cents."

"Here." Wan Qing handed over a two-dollar bill, and the latter reached out to find dimes and nickels in the tin box where the money was placed.

"... Isn't it too cheap?" Zhao Jinyu couldn't believe his ears, "It's so cheap, what are you earning?"

"Haha, I can still make some money." The boss smiled and looked at Ye Chen at the door, "Oh, young man, what do you want?"

Ye Chen, who had a crew cut, straightened his back, and seemed to let out a sigh of relief: "I'm with them."

"oh oh!"

"Boss, how many guests can you have in one night?"

"Ten or so, generally, four or five when there are few, and thirty or forty when there are many."

Zhao Jinyu fell into silence until Wan Qing pushed her out of the shop, and she whispered, "You've earned so much after all your hard work..."

"Uh, the money they make is definitely not comparable to your young lady." Ye Chen scratched his head.

Zhao Jinyu glared at him sullenly: "Don't call me that!"

"Ah...ah? What, what's the matter..."

"Jinyu is a gentle girl." Wan Qing wiped her oily mouth with the back of her hand, and handed the packed dinner to Ye Chen, "Here, take it."

"I should also save money in the future." She said to herself.

"No, no." Wan Qing shook her head, "If you have money, you should spend it happily. Only when your money is spent can others earn it."

"That's right..."

"Let's go." Wan Qing took a closer look at Ye Chen's new hairstyle by the light of the street lamp, "It's a little strange..."

"Although I have a little bit of it myself, it's definitely better this way."

"Really, I feel like a girl with short hair."

"What are you doing..."

"Tell me the truth."

Wan Qing got on the bicycle and pushed the rain poncho into the basket: "Damn, I'm so annoying, I won't wear a rain poncho for such a short journey, let's go, I'll be home in 3 minutes!"

When passing by Zhao Jinyu, she also straddled up, and suddenly called out to Yi softly.

"Sunshine at night."

"what happened?"

"If you have time, take me to more places like this? It's very interesting, and, I..."

"Well, I know what you mean." Wan Qing interrupted her, "If you don't mind, I will definitely take you there, anyway, there are places like this everywhere, it's not hard to find, after all, it's this age ah……"

"Ok?"

"Ah, it's nothing!" Wan Qing suddenly realized that she had slipped her tongue, coughed dryly twice, and stepped on the pedal faster, "Ah, hurry up and go home and take a shower, or the hot water will run out!"

Thinking of the hot water supply time of the apartment, Zhao Jinyu forgot the subconscious doubts just now, and speeded up accordingly.

This time is the busiest time in the apartment. Most of the rooms are lit. Even if you stand downstairs, you can hear the hustle and bustle from every house.

Some people started cooking at this time, and the spatula and the pot collided, making a 'bang bang' sound.

All kinds of vegetable aromas, even the rain can't stop them from permeating.

Amidst the cries of these children, the quarrels of men and women, and the laughter of a group of people, the three walked into the elevator.

All the hustle and bustle seemed to be isolated from the outside in an instant.

And when it was turned on again, those voices came from the corridor again.

It's like coming back immediately after leaving the world for a short time.

Just like this, the three of them were once again immersed in the noisy world.

……

77. Leaves fall

Another page of the calendar hanging on the wall was torn off. Wan Qing looked out the window. The trees along the street were all bare, and the sanitation workers were sweeping the withered and yellow leaves together with a big broom.

"November [-]th..." Wan Qing looked at the number on the calendar, and then her eyes fell on the red Chinese character next to it, "Lidong."

Although there is still the lingering charm of autumn, from the lunar calendar, it is already winter at this time.

For no reason, she felt a bit of biting cold added to the lonely bleakness.

With a crew cut before, Ye Chen, who looked like a tomboy, staggered into the living room, and lay down on the back of the sofa as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"When will you graduate, Wan Qing..."

"What's the difference between this and that." She rolled his eyes at him, "Persevere, it's still too early."

"You should say it soon, I don't want to go to class as soon as you say it..."

"How long will you not be able to count by yourself? What's the point of asking others to comfort you?"

"Hey, Wan Qing, can you have a bit of a life style?"

"Can that thing be eaten as a meal?"

"At least it will make you feel better..." Ye Chen muttered, stood up straight again, and stretched a lot.

The landline suddenly rang, and he strode forward and answered the phone.

There came the voice of my father.

He calls two or three times a week, and sometimes the conversation is long, sometimes short.

"Hey?"

"Oh? It's Ye Chen?"

"it's me……"

"Is it the sound of the phone or what, it sounds like a little girl, or a little boy who hasn't developed yet."

"Cough cough cough—!" He cleared his throat vigorously, tried to lower his voice, and argued, "It should be a problem with the telephone, right?"

"Haha, oops, the wedding is already on the agenda, I'll send out all the invitations."

"Where are you going to do it? Home?" Ye Chen asked curiously. The reason for asking this was because his father said in his memory that the wedding ceremony was held in the church of his home.

"No, don't go back to my hometown, just stay in City H, in a small chapel."

"That's still a church."

"Haha, but the location is different."

Everyone in my hometown believed in the same religion. Although my father had received education and went to junior high school, he was not superstitious most of the time, but he was influenced by the people around him, and he would believe it to some extent.

Or it is not so much a belief as a habit.

"By the way, I plan to build a team this time, haha."

"Fleet? Isn't it too extravagant?" Ye Chen's eyes widened. "Even if you only rent for a short time, a fleet of cars will cost a lot of money, right?"

"What, I invited friends over to celebrate."

"Dad, what car are you talking about...?"

"Bicycle, why not? You kid still wants me to build a car fleet, I'm not the chief, haha——"

In the 90s, the price of bicycles began to drop sharply, cyclists could be seen everywhere on the road, and people began to shift their attention to cars.

That's why when it comes to the motorcade, Ye Chen immediately thinks of a motorcade composed of cars.

But who would have thought that after a few years, the car that was once high above the sky would become a thing of dust on the rotten street?

In fact, even the bicycle team, at that time, was considered a big show.

After all, the time when my father is now is the tail of the 70s, and the 80s have not even arrived yet...

"Or is it scheduled for that day?"

"Of course, the date can't be changed, haha, I've already thought about what gifts for you two." The father on the other end of the phone smiled mysteriously and complacently, "But things haven't been finished yet, when they are done, I will Let someone keep it and leave it to you.”

"What is it?" Ye Chen asked curiously.

"You can see for yourself when the time comes, haha! Then, study hard and become a rich man instead of a high-ranking official."

"I will try my best……"

"That's all for now, today."

"Okay, goodbye, Dad."

"Goodbye."

Even though he and his father have been on the phone many times, Ye Chen still feels that this conversation that spans time and space is particularly miraculous.

Those so-called calls across the ocean are far inferior to this.

He can't help but think that his father's voice from the phone, like the starlight at night, has "started" a long time ago, and was not seen until many, many years later.

Sometimes an abstract pattern appears in his mind, thinking about how time is distributed.

It may not be a ray extending continuously forward, but an infinite number of moments all going on at the same time.

Otherwise, how to explain that the current self can talk to the father in the past?

Perhaps this telephone is a high-dimensional item, so that the two times can be 'correctly' connected together.