Weird mail from my house

I spent too much energy reading letters that day, which caused me to fall asleep in bed for two days and two nights, and I was already hungry when I woke up.

It's just that I had some strange dreams in a trance, and the dreams were all scattered pictures, like fragments of memories.

Looking back on the remembered fragments in the dream, it seems that they are all related to those letters.

Under the dark night, two teenagers were head to head, lying on the railing of the overpass, looking at the busy traffic below, talking nonsensical nonsense, one of the teenagers glanced at the other teenager, and quickly licked his face. Kissed, and then pretended to be nonchalant, the corners of the other boy's mouth curled up, and no one in the crowd noticed the two boys in the dark.

On a rainy day, under the eaves, the rainwater fell on the puddles and splashed. A snow-white kitten in the cardboard box was wet with fluff, shivering and huddled in a corner. A teenager held it in his arms, he said ,"Pitiful". "Keeping a cat is so troublesome," another teenager poked the kitten in his arms. "I don't want you to support me!" the young man snorted.Another teenager muttered there, "It must be me again in the end."

On New Year's Eve, the young man was very nervous holding the phone. When he and the young man on the phone were counting down together, his heart was beating wildly. When the count reached 0, the young man said, "I like you." At the same time, a sentence rang, "Happy New Year!" The boy blushed and hurriedly hung up the phone, and then his phone rang again. The boy buried his head in the pillow while looking at the brightened picture.

……

Scenes of pictures are intertwined in my mind, but after I wake up, I can only vaguely remember a few of them. I draw them one by one. I don’t know what the purpose is. Maybe it’s pity for them, or it’s also pity I have never met such a person before.

In the following days, just like a habit, I couldn't help but open the mailbox. Whenever I saw a letter lying in that small space, I couldn't help being excited.If you open it and don't see anything, you will feel a feeling of disappointment, which may not be right.After all, this is not a letter for me, but I can't help but look forward to it.

When the leaves fell, I found a dessert shop called Miss on a street called Kishikawa.The store seems to be newly opened, and the store looks a little brand new in a row of old-fashioned shops. The owner is a couple, and the proprietress is very kind with a smile all day long. The owner is tall and strong, with a straight back and a serious face. There is a scar on it, which looks a little fierce, but he looks at the proprietress with gentle eyes, but these are not the focus of my attention.

Rather, this shop is very similar to the closed dessert shop sent by Shu Yi, with the same rolling door, the same style, and the same decoration. It is also extremely similar, but it is really unimaginable that they are still blooming so beautifully in this winter season.

The proprietress of this store is very enthusiastic, but she is 34 years old. The last time I chatted about taking photos in advance, the proprietress became curious about the photos.

I came here this day not only to eat salty glutinous rice balls but also to show the photo to the proprietress.

Speaking of the salty glutinous rice balls, there were none in the store, and I accidentally said something, and the hostess made it for me specially.

"Miss Boss, take a look." I took the salty glutinous rice balls she gave me, I haven't tasted this one for a long time, thinking that Shu Yi mentioned that Xiao Yuan likes to eat it, I feel a little greedy.

I brought the two photos of the dessert shop together.

The proprietress looked slightly surprised when she saw the two photos. She looked at me and smiled, "It really is the same."

"I'm also surprised, even the bougainvillea at the door is very similar." I smiled, lowered my head, scooped up a glutinous rice ball and blew it gently.

"Yes," the proprietress's voice was very soft, with a feeling of erratic.

I couldn't help looking up, as if I saw something in her eyes, but she blinked her eyes very quickly, with a mischievous expression at her age, "I'll show it to my old man."

I snickered, this couple is very funny, obviously they are only 40 or [-] years old, but they call each other old man and old woman.

When I got home, I set up my drawing board. For some reason, I wanted to draw this shop.

Slowly draw up a line draft on the white drawing paper, watching the increasingly clear lines under the pen... I clearly drew the dessert shop named Miss, but why is it that the closed shop is imprinted in my mind? A shop with a closed door?

I took out those two photos and looked at them again and again, laughing, maybe because they were too similar, but they left a deep impression on me.

After I finished this painting, I gave it to the proprietress.The proprietress was very happy to receive this painting, and she called directly, "Old man, hurry up, help me hang this painting."

The boss's voice was rough but gentle, "Then let's frame the painting first."

The proprietress directly pushed the painting into his arms, "Then why don't you hurry up."

Seeing the way the boss resigned to his fate and took the painting out the door, he felt it was funny, he was so big but he was a strict wife.

"Your relationship is really good."

"That's not true," the proprietress said softly, looking at the boss's back with a gentle smile, "If it wasn't for the separation for so many years, he wouldn't have followed me like this."

I am a little surprised.

The proprietress waved her hand nonchalantly, "Oh, that's all in the past, that's fine, with the sharing of those days, we will cherish the time we are together now even more."

Groove, I thought of the tree-they again.

The proprietress asked me to wait, and after a while, a bowl of salty glutinous rice balls was brought out from the kitchen, "This is a thank you gift."

I looked at it and laughed, I was just greedy before, but now the proprietress regards it as my hobby.In fact, the proprietress's craftsmanship is very good, and the stuffing inside is prepared by herself, which is very delicious.

The kindness of the proprietress... let's just take it as what I like.

When I was going back, the Huya boy I met on the road saw me from a distance and waved at me, shouting loudly, "Hey, Mr. Drawing Board!"

I have a headache, he always refuses to call other people's names properly.

He ran towards me with a look of excitement, is this?

"Have you brought any money?" The Huya boy looked at me expectantly.

"Hmm." Why would I go shopping without money?

The Huya boy jumped up happily, "Let's go, let me have some soup."

"Huh?" This...was too sudden.

He thought I was unwilling, so he lowered his face, and said pitifully, "I spent all my money on equipment, please treat me to some soup in such a cold day."

The tiger-toothed boy was very cute, and his drooping cat eyes made it impossible to refuse his request, "Okay, okay."

His eyes lit up when he got my answer, and he pulled my hand and walked forward.

I had no choice but to follow in his footsteps.

Guessing in his heart, he could not be an Internet addicted teenager, who used up all his pocket money to play games and get equipment.

"Where is the store you mentioned?" He passed by the street I often go to, but kept walking.

"In the old street, you will arrive after crossing the Naian Bridge." He turned his head and his eyes were full of curiosity, "Don't you know? I have seen you go there a few times."

Old Street, Naian Bridge?

The name is very familiar, yes, the woman I met when I came back from the shop in Yean for the first time asked me how to get to this bridge.

It turned out that it was there.

He took me across the wooden bridge and I took a special look at the bridge pier. Sure enough, the words Naian Bridge were engraved on it, but it was a bit long ago, so if you don’t look carefully, you really can’t see it clearly.

After crossing the bridge, go to the left and go to the first shop along the river. There is a big vat at the door, with an antique facade, and three words written on the wooden signboard, "Only Soup".

... Another fun shop.

When I walked into the store, I was greeted with a scent, which made me waft up, it was so fragrant and I wanted to eat it!

Such a strong fragrance was not even smelled outside the door just now.

"Grandma, I'm here to drink soup~" the young man yelled as soon as he entered the door.

"Call me sister!" A woman in a long black dress came out from the direction of the kitchen Shi Shiran, her slender phoenix eyes carried an indescribable charm.

Ah, it turned out to be her, the woman I met that night.

She saw that my originally dissatisfied expression turned into a polite smile, "Ah, so it's you, little brother."

I also politely smiled back at her, "I didn't expect you to be the owner of this shop."

Huya boy looked at me and then at her, with puzzlement written on his face, "You guys know each other."

"Well, she asked me for directions before."

"Don't say it!"

We both spoke at the same time.

But the Huya boy realized the meaning, and laughed happily, "Grandma, you actually lost your way again, and you said that you are not dementia?"

The woman seemed to be unable to hold back anymore, she blushed slightly, and said angrily to the boy, "One more thing, I will ask the boss to deduct your salary."

"Wahhahahaha~~~ I'm receiving a benefit salary, this trick is useless to me." The young man was laughing so hard that he fell back and forth.

I'm a little embarrassed, this... the scene seems to be caused by me.However, is this boy really an adult?

The boy laughed for a long time before he stopped. The girl didn't want to talk to him at all, and asked me what kind of soup I would like to drink.

"I only have soup here." She reminded me.

"Is it just soup?" I asked curiously.

"Mother-in-law has been making soup for 1 years!" The young man interjected, but was glared at by the woman.

But she nodded to me gently, "Yes, but the soup here is unmatched by other places."

"What is this Wushenghua Jinfeng Soup?" There were some strange names in the menu, and I couldn't help pointing to one of them and asked.

"... chicken stew with figs."

"Fat boy white doll soup?"

"...Peanut stewed pig's trotters."

"Three raw soup?"

I found that when I asked several soup names in a row, the woman would pause when answering. Could it be that Jia didn't remember what soup it was?It felt like I dug a hole for myself.

The Huya boy made up his sword at the side, "Can't you come up with a straightforward name?"

The woman glared at him again.

I ended up ordering the chicken stew with figs because I hadn't tried it.

But the boy ordered Qisha soup, which was dark brown in color.He said that after drinking, he would teach those bastards a lesson and let them know that his equipment was not bought for nothing!

Really an internet addict.

I silently picked up the spoon and scooped up the soup, and took a sip.

This soup is unexpectedly delicious, the soup is rich and sweet, and the taste instantly envelops me, making me want to drink it all up.

The boss is honest with me, this is probably the best soup I have ever had.

After the first bowl, I couldn't help drinking another bowl. When I wanted to drink the third bowl, the woman stopped me, "You can't drink a bowl of soup three times."

In order to pour a glass of water in my puzzled expression, she looked at me sincerely, "One bowl is for the past, one bowl is for the future, and three bowls are for forgetting feelings."

Forget it?

Looking into her eyes, as if being drawn into her eyes for a moment, her thoughts became chaotic.