Street office where the wind lives

Tang Anqi inserted her hands into her hair and buried her head in her knees. At first, there were only two sobs from time to time, which gradually turned into a howl.

She hasn't shed a tear for a long time, and the troubles accumulated over time are locked in a small house in her heart, moldy and spoiled.It is said that hearts and eyes are connected, when the heart is red, the eyes are black, but if the heart is dark, only hatred and jealousy remain in the eyes.

Wei Nanfeng replaced the water in front of her with a hot one, pouted and said:

"Girl's tears are very precious, drink some tonic quickly, don't turn around and say to everyone, Brother Nanfeng is so fierce, he made people cry, I won't take the blame."

Tang Anqi snorted softly: "Slick tongue."

The relaxed expression only stayed on her face for a moment, and then it disappeared. She picked up the cup but didn't drink it, just holding it with both hands in a daze, her cheeks turned red from the steam.

"Brother Nanfeng, I miss my dad a little bit."

During the peak period of the lunch break, the Wuyi Road is like a large bazaar, crowded with people who go to get off work together, and many people who pick up their children from school.

The old street has not caught up with the reconstruction plan of the market, and everyone still follows the old tradition. The vendors who set up stalls will set up their stalls on the first day, and their ancestors will take root here for generations. Unless they quit, they will never move.

One is that it is convenient for shoppers to remember, and they will follow the location next time to be a repeat customer. The other is to avoid the risk of crowding their heads in order to grab a stall, which will hurt the neighbors, regardless of the size of the business, pay attention to Feng Shui, Once you quarrel, you will hurt your anger, and if a place is out of breath, business will naturally not be booming.

Tang Laoer's vegetable stall was placed near the end of the street, because Tang Xiaoyu's grandfather overslept on the day it opened, and the good place was taken by others, leaving only the side of the garbage dump and this place. For green food, it's not a good idea to rely on the garbage dump, so Mr. Tang gritted his teeth and stomped his feet:

"That's it! It doesn't matter whether it's on the street or the end of the street, as long as my dishes are fresh, I won't worry about not being able to sell them."

The stall owners on Wuyi Road are all nearby residents. Almost every family in the street has their own business. Therefore, after so many years, the Tang family’s business has been good. The family lives every day with their eyes open to eat, and there is not even a root in the house. The snail girl is also difficult to deal with.

"The cucumbers are pretty good today. They are so juicy. Pick some for me."

"Boss, please cut a piece of tofu and ask for tender ones."

"Old Tang, do you still have the thin noodles you made by hand last time? My son wants to eat stewed noodles at noon, and it's almost time for school. Isn't this bad luck?"

This meeting at noon is often the busiest time for business. Tang Laoer was busy with his half-disabled arm, and he was sweating profusely and didn't bother to wipe it off.

Tang Laoer: "I'll give you a bag to pick it up by yourself. If it's not enough, there's still in the basket at the bottom. If you want tender ones, just take this box. Shijuan tofu is delicious when mixed with cold dishes! Hey sister Tong, you're here, see what you said, boy She is growing up, her appetite is just right, she will grow taller in the future, when my daughter is in high school, she can eat three bowls in one meal!"

Sister Tong: "You are tall but you don't have a brain. You will know how to eat and play after the final exam. You might as well give birth to barbecued pork! Speaking of me, I haven't seen Xiao Yu for a long time. I'll call you back to help me when I'm on vacation. Every day It’s just you guarding the stall by yourself, and your hands are inconvenient, and one day you will be tired and sick.”

The woman called Sister Tong has a thin and high-pitched voice. She is a well-known gossip woman in this area. She can gossip about good and bad things. Well, every time I come to buy vegetables, I can chat with her a few words, and at the end I have to walk around with a garlic egg to be satisfied.

Today was no exception. Sister Tong quickly picked a piece of ginger and weighed it in her hand:

"Old Tang, this piece of eighty cents is worthless. Steamed braised noodles tastes better. Let me tell you about Aunt Zhang's house. Oh, you don't know where her new wife came in. daughter in law..."

Tang Laoer couldn't laugh or cry: "Cheng Chengcheng, you can talk about it all afternoon when you are not busy. Now the tiger is still waiting at home. Go back and cook."

Huzi is the son of Sister Tong. He is as his name suggests. He looks like a tiger. Fortunately, his temperament is not inherited from Sister Tong. He is an honest and honest child, but his brain is too stupid.

Although Sister Tong complained, she still looked proud when she mentioned her son, and she didn't know why she was so proud. The two willow leaf hangings frowned, quite self-preserving:

"Hey, I almost forgot about him, so let's talk back."

After finishing speaking, he held a small piece of ginger in one hand and walked away with a big bag in the other.

……

Tang Anqi's eyes had to be squinted against the strong light. Just now, she met an outsider selling lotus pods at a street stall. An outstanding cadre and a member of the Communist Party would never accept any benefits from the masses, so he repeatedly declined and took two freshly watered, large lotus leaves with stems from the bamboo basket instead.

"Brother, don't you sell this thing? Just give me two of these."

So, now he and Luan Zhou are on one side, holding a lotus leaf to shade Miss An Qi from the sun, the shape is magical, like two kappa dying on the shore.

Luan Zhou suspected that he had been in the bath for too long recently, otherwise he would not be able to do things that flooded his mind.

He stretched out his arms, passed Tang Anqi, slapped Wei Nanfeng from behind, and said with his mouth:

"How long are we going to sit here?"

Wei Nanfeng glanced at Tang Anqi in a daze, spread his free hand, shook his head and replied with his mouth:

"My hen~~"

Luan Zhou: "..."

The rush of people who got off work at noon was like locusts crossing the border, invading for a while, and then dispersed after returning home.

Tang Laoer hadn't eaten lunch yet, and started to collect the stall again. A basket of cucumbers was scattered, and Tang Laoer was squatting on the ground, picking them up one by one.

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out in front of him, holding a bundle of cucumbers that he had picked up, and carefully tried to hand it to him.

Tang Laoer raised his head and said in surprise:

"Little rain?!"

I also saw two big men standing behind her daughter:

"Director Xiao Wei?? This, is it you who sent Xiao Yu back?"

Wei Nanfeng didn't want to disturb their rare reunion of father and daughter, so he nodded quickly and slipped away with Luan Zhou.

"Well, let's talk first, we can go eat some food nearby. Xiaoyu, talk to your father, brother will be back in a while."

Tang Lao Er was extremely happy, happy that his daughter was still willing to come back to see him, and angry that she lost her temper and ran away from home for several months without even calling home.

However, looking at his daughter's red and swollen eyes from crying, the balance in Tang Erlao's heart has long been tilted.

Tang Xiaoyu buried her father's broad shoulders and kept saying "I'm sorry."

Tang's second child: "Silly boy, it is dad who is sorry for you and your mother. Come on, let dad see."

"Eh? What's wrong with your eyes?"

Tang Laoer looked at the two peach pits on his daughter's face in horror, and reached out to touch them, but Tang Xiaoyu dodged them with a hiss.

Tang Laoer: "What's wrong with this, does it hurt, baby?"

......

In the fly tavern on the side of the road, Wei Nanfeng opened a bottle of Harbin beer with his bare hands, and pushed it to Luan Zhou's side.He opened a bottle with his own teeth, raised his neck and took a few gulps.

"Ah~~ Exciting!"

Luan Zhou watched his Adam's apple rolling up and down, feeling a little greedy, and raised the bottle to try it too.

A hand was suddenly put on the forearm, and Wei Nanfeng handed him a plastic cup:

"You can use this, just drink some meaning."

Luan Zhou let out a barely audible hum from his nostrils: "Who are you looking down on?" But he obediently took the cup and drank it upside down.

Strange, why is the Harbin beer that I drink all the time so refreshing today?Well, it must be too hot, it must be!

Wei Nanfeng: "Hey, little comrade, do you know why Xiao Yu is so sad after cutting her eyelids?"

Luan Zhou: "Huh??"

"Huh? Just chat."

Wei Nanfeng picked up a piece of fried peanuts with his chopsticks, and he was able to pick up four or five of them without dropping them. When the chopsticks stood upright on Luan Zhou's plate, four or five of them fell down.

"What are you thinking about? I'm distracted. Eat more."

Luan Zhou picked one up and put it in his mouth, well, the fried peanuts here are also quite delicious.

After Luan Zhou finished eating, he raised his head and found that Wei Nanfeng was still looking at him. Remembering that he had been staring at his Adam's apple just now and hadn't answered his question, he was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, what, it's normal for girls to be sad after plastic surgery failed. My mother got a tattoo and scolded the doctor for half a month because she thought it was too dark."

Wei Nanfeng brought him another piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin just served:

"Haha, Auntie is good-looking, she must love beauty."

Luan Zhou: "?? How do you know my mother is good-looking?"

Wei Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, with a questioning expression on his face: "Here, you can see."

Luan Zhou blinked and blinked, and it took him a while to realize that the other party was praising him, but Wei Nanfeng didn't say anything, so he just kept his head down.

Um!Why is this sweet and sour pork tenderloin so delicious? ? ?

But he was still a little curious,

"Is there any other reason? About that Tang...Tang Xiaoyu."

Wei Nanfeng noticed that he had changed his address, nodded to him in satisfaction, and said:

"Because her dad told her that her eyes look a lot like her mom's."

Luan Zhou: "Oh...isn't this nonsense? The mother and daughter's eyes look so normal."

Wei Nanfeng: "But her mother died of dystocia on the day she was born. It rained heavily that day, and the Wuyi Road was too narrow. Xiaoyu will be fine, the doctor will come quickly, and his wife will be saved, so he named his daughter Xiaoyu."

Luan Zhou suddenly realized: "Oh~ So there is such a tragic story behind it, it's enough to go to "True Love" at [-] o'clock, it's a pity.

Eh?No, what does this have to do with her failure to cut her double eyelids? ? "

"Just listen to me." Wei Nanfeng said, filled Luan Zhou's glass again, and touched him with the glass bottle.

"Xiaoyu's family conditions are not very good. His father is an old poor household reported every year by the community. He will get married during the 64th Movement. He will have such a daughter when he is old. Before the birth of the child, the two of them had a very tight life. When the wedding was held, there were no tables and banquets, so I invited a few acquaintances in the courtyard to have a meal at home and it was over."

Luan Zhou listened carefully: "You don't look too old, it's all happened in the last century, how do you know so clearly?"

Wei Nanfeng: "My dad said that my dad was the director of the sub-district office in the previous session. He was the one who invited dinner at the wedding."

Luan Zhou thought it was funny: "Is the director of your sub-district office still hereditary?"

Wei Nanfeng also smiled: "You can put it this way. Residents should vote for elections, but now young people are high-spirited and want to go out. No one wants to stay here. Every day, they listen to the bad things of the boss and the west. Grinding all my ambitions. My dad is getting old, and he still runs around the streets all day long. I really can’t stand it, so I just say I’ll do it.”

"I didn't expect it to be five years, and the days go by pretty quickly..."

Wei Nanfeng took a sip of his wine: "Tsk, I was talking about Tang Xiaoyu, what are you talking about?"

Luan Zhou saw that Wei Nanfeng had just picked up a piece of hairtail, and he gnawed on a piece of hairtail himself. It was delicious without any surprises, so he became interested:

"Hmm, go on."

Wei Nanfeng: "One day Xiao Yu asked about her mother..."

The author has something to say: Me: Is it because the food is delicious or everything tastes better when you eat with Director Xiaowei?

Luan Zhou: The food is delicious!