Fangjia noodle shop

Once the relationship is established, Fang Mu is a little happy and hesitant and doesn't know what to do. There are not many changes in his daily work, but he spends more time in the kitchen, and always likes to run forward when he has nothing to do. Look at that The figure, and then turned back to cooking noodles with a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed.

When practicing martial arts in the evening, Fang Mu took a peek at Zhan Bolin while practicing martial arts. Although he could stare at Zhan Bolin openly, he would always feel ashamed if he caught his gaze, so he still peeked.Zhan Bolin didn't have any distractions, and he became more and more proficient in hitting the copper coins with his hands.The two didn't fight each other anymore, because Fang Mu's timid style of play and not looking directly at each other really couldn't be practiced.

The biggest difference is that Zhan Bolin will hold Fang Mu's hand whenever the two of them are free.From the beginning when he couldn't even lift his head up, Fang Mu is gradually adapting to the state where he can raise his head but his face is absolutely flushed.

On this day, after practicing kung fu, the two sat at the stone table and drank tea.

As soon as Zhan Bolin grabbed Fang Mu's hand, Fang Mu's face began to turn red layer by layer. At first, it was lightly pink, and then it burst into red, and then even his neck was smudged with rosy clouds. , like a cooked shrimp.

Zhan Bolin saw that he bowed his head and did not speak, and he had nothing to do with small talk, so he just held his hand and stroked it.

Fang Mu's blush is beyond description. Every time Zhan Bolin rubbed his fingers, he felt a burst of numbness from his fingers, through the veins of his whole body, to his limbs, and finally hit his heart. , the electricity made light and shadows flicker in front of his eyes, mottled, and his whole body was hot, soft and numb to the bone.

When Zhan Bolin rubbed enough and only held his hand in his, Fang Mu managed to calm himself down and sneaked a glance at him. Seeing that he was still drinking tea in a leisurely manner, he inquired, "How long have you been working?" soldiers?"

Zhan Bolin turned his head and stared at him without speaking.

Seeing him staring at him silently, Fang Mu thought he couldn't speak, but he just uttered two words:

"Back it."

"Ah? What?" Fang Mu was taken aback, unable to understand what he said.

"My words."

"Oh." Fang Mu understood now, but why did he switch to this topic.

"Shout again."

Fang Mu felt like being dragged away by the other party. Of course he understood the other party's meaning, but why did he tell him his own words for no reason and let him yell.

"Retire." Fang Mu yelled in a low voice, and after yelling, he found that his face that had just retreated from the heat was flushed red again.My heart screamed silently, shout!What are you calling?Don't just call it directly... wait, how did you call it before?Let's call him by his full name and surname. This has confirmed his identity, and it really feels strange to still call him that way.I figured it out, and found that I have no words. He is a small commoner, he does not take the exams and is not an official, so he doesn't pay attention to this, but just mutters, "I have no words." from one.

"En." Zhan Bolin changed his left hand from his right hand to his own, then put his right hand around his shoulder, turned his head slightly and whispered in his ear, "Xiao Mu."

"Uh...um." Fang Mu felt a warm and moist breath rushing to his ears, and his already pink ears turned red, feeling itchy, numb, crispy, a series of unbearable feelings from the end The spine trembled and surged up.

"Call my name."

"Oh... back away."

"...Hmm. Shout again."

"Back it."

"Yeah. Go ahead."

"Back it."

"Ah."

"Back it."

"Ah."

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Calling each other's words over and over again, from unfamiliar to familiar, from familiar to warm; answering each other's call again and again, proficient to safe.Read the other person's words and slowly engrave them into your heart; answer quietly, blending the other person's voice into your blood, like a childish name-calling game, but when you turn your head after a long time, you will find that those things that seem childish, The things that make you laugh when you recall them are actually the most real, sincere and deeply rooted in your heart.

When Fang Mu finally didn't have to blush and couldn't say anything else after reading his words, he finally asked the question just now, "Quiet, how long have you been a soldier?"

"Ten years." While speaking, he looked at the white clouds in the distance with long-distance eyes.

Fang Mu felt that when he said this, a faint warm yellow halo scattered around his body under the setting sun, making his whole body much softer. He knew that it was the place he missed and loved, so When he mentioned it, he unconsciously broke his usual indifferent and ruthless image. The warmth there was a place for him to let go of his guard and guard.

"There... there are many friends there."

Zhan Bolin nodded, "Good teacher and helpful friend." That's where he really grew up and where he found his pride.

"Then... why didn't you become a soldier?" Fang Mu asked hesitantly. He didn't know if this question would give him bad memories, but why did he give up such a place he liked.

Zhan Bolin paused, the answer to this question was too complicated, and he didn't know where to start.

Seeing that he seemed hesitant, Fang Mu hurriedly said, "I'll just ask casually, I don't necessarily have to answer."

Zhan Bolin nodded, "I'll tell you if I have a chance." Thinking of telling him this long story if he has time.

Fang Mu thought it best not to ask him about his previous life, breaking the casserole and asking the bottom line was a bit too inquisitive and not very good, so he changed the topic to the noodle shop and talked about some familiar customers.

Zhan Bolin listened, answering a few words from time to time.

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The relationship between the two is like a simmering fire, the taste seeps into the whole body little by little, neither fast nor slow, making people feel warm and sunny outside all the time, and of course, midsummer has indeed come silently.

Fang Mu sat blankly in the small courtyard and watched the whole garden change from fluffy green to large dark green and light green leaves. He felt a little frustrated at the failure of "Wangyou Noodles" again. When I saw Daylily, I thought it was also called Wangyoucao, so I added it to the noodles, but although it tasted delicious, it was not the taste of "Wangyou noodles" in my mind. I heard a customer talk two days ago saying that The tofu in Huaishu Town is indeed a must, but I thought of adding tofu to the noodles on a whim, but it was always wrong.

I haven't eaten "Wangyou noodles" for many years. When my parents were there, my father often made them for my mother a few years ago. Later, my mother's illness became more and more serious. It may be because this noodle is more cumbersome, and my father made it more often. It's less, and it's been two years since the last time I ate it.

In the early years when his parents were in business, Fang Mu didn't help cook the noodles, but only served the noodles when there were many customers. His father cooked the noodles, and Uncle Wang greeted the customers.But looking around this noodle shop now, they have long since disappeared. After the mother died of a serious illness, the father followed the mother when she was seven years old. Even the doctor couldn't find out the cause of the disease. It can only be said that they went away together in love. , but Fang Mu knew that his father's love was true, but that was because his father took poison, otherwise his father would not have held his hand and told him to explain endlessly the day before he died. It was painful and sad, and his father finally told himself The words he said were "I'm sorry", and he kept saying it over and over again. At that time, he didn't know that he was about to lose his father. He only thought that his father was also sad because of his mother's death. During his father's apology, he hugged his father and wept silently.

After his father passed away, he felt that the whole world had collapsed. With the help of Old Uncle Wang, he buried his parents together. Later, when Brother Shiru came back, the two of them kept their filial piety. Later, Old Uncle Wang followed his son to another hometown for the elderly, and Brother Shiru returned to the mountain...

He was alone and muddled for a long time, except for eating, he was in a daze every day. Except for the waiter in Ruixing Building who brought him food every day, he hardly saw any outsiders. The waiter would occasionally talk to him, and once mentioned "" "Wangyou Noodles" said that it seems to really forget the worries and troubles after eating it. Fang Mu was shocked when he walked into the warm and fragrant memories. He actually missed his parents very much and wanted to find traces of his parents, so he He closed the store and wandered around the house every day, hoping that they would show up, but he was disappointed again and again. At this time, "Wangyou Noodles" became the best way for him to find the taste of his parents. He thought of his mother holding his hand before she passed away. Ask him to take good care of himself, thinking of his father's constant apology the day before he passed away, and telling him to be strong... That night, he couldn't cry, and dried up the tears that his father hadn't shed when he passed away. The next day, he wiped his Eyes that could not cry tears, looked at the empty house, and started to prepare for the big cleaning. He wants to live a good life!He wants to open a shop!He wants to study "Wangyou Noodles"!

Fang Mu looked at the green grass sprouts emerging in the yard and was extremely frustrated. He felt a large piece of dough pressed against his chest and couldn’t breathe. He just couldn’t knead and press this piece of dough well. The feeling of failure again and again made him very frustrated.

But even if he fails, he will not give up, this is his promise to himself.

I really didn’t have any thoughts on the “Wangyou Noodles” for a while. Hey, I can’t let the “Wangyou Noodles” become “Sorrowful Noodles”. I clapped my hands and told myself to let it go first.