sprite house

There were no vehicles or pedestrians along the road.

There are many high-rise buildings across a block. A Yuan found the small foreign-style building that was out of place during the period, opened the courtyard door and pushed his small cart from the inside.

The wonton has been wrapped and covered in porcelain.The bone soup in the cauldron was bubbling and bubbling, and the fresh fragrance wafted all over the street as the trolley clattered forward.

A Yuan pushed the trolley to the corner of the street and stopped. He quickly propped up the tarpaulin and turned on the small lights, pulled out folding tables and chairs from the side of the trolley, and set up a stall.

The hour hand turned to ten o'clock, and the melodious bell for the end of get out of class came from the nearby middle school.

The silence that belongs to the dark night is gradually replaced by noise.

Children's talking and laughing, bicycle bells ringing, motorcycle horns honking.

The noise spread in the streets and alleys.

However, A Yuan never saw a figure, only the voice, approaching and leaving.

There were chaotic footsteps coming to the wonton stand.

A girl said in a crisp voice, "Boss, bring me three bowls of wontons."

A Yuan was used to this, so he threw the raw wontons out of the pot, took the time to arrange the fast food boxes, and soon scooped out the wontons and packed them at the front.

The wontons were lifted and replaced with handfuls of money.

Ah Yuan heard the female voice gradually walk away, accompanied by chattering voices——

"See, that's Anna's boyfriend."

"Oh, he looks more handsome than Xu Fan."

"No way, Xu Fan is a grassroots in our age group. He has money and face, can he be compared to a wonton seller?"

"That's right, Huang Anna must be blind."

"Hey, don't be sour. Huang Anna's family is rich, so it's rare to go to Xu Fan."

"She's just someone's stepdaughter. If you have more money, who will get her?"

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The voice of discussion gradually faded away and disappeared in the night.

This is a sound that comes out every few nights, and it repeats so much that Ah Yuan has become accustomed to it.

The hot wontons have a rich and fresh aroma, attracting more guests.

With the sound of chaotic footsteps and the voice of someone calling wonton, Ah Yuan scooped up each bowl of wonton in an orderly manner.

When there is more and more money in the iron box, there are fewer and fewer wontons in the big bowl until there is no more, and the steaming bone soup also extinguishes the delicious aroma.

The last customer was welcomed in front of the wonton stall.

A tall shadow cast down, covering half of the wonton stall.

A Yuan raised his head in shock, this is the "person" he has seen in the true sense during this period of time.

With handsome eyes and eyebrows, thin lips are slightly pursed.

Obscure light and shadow outlined a familiar face in the half-light, and it was a mess of handsomeness.

The visitor looked down at him, "A Yuan."

A Yuan stared at him blankly, unbelievable, "Chang...Changan is here?"

"Why, I don't even call you brother anymore," Chang An laughed, and picked up the things in his hand to show him, "I just happened to go to Mom's today, and she asked me to bring you some food along the way." .”

A Yuan just stared at him, not understanding what he meant, "What are you talking about."

Chang An walked around the wonton stall and touched his forehead, "Are you too tired recently, why do you look dazed?"

Ah Yuan's face, which was scorching hot from the hot soup, trembled involuntarily when he was touched by his slightly cold fingers, and the belated memory finally revealed the other party's identity vaguely.

A Yuan hurriedly took two steps back, "It's okay, then give me your things. Thank you."

Chang An didn't think it was disobedient, so he hung the bag on the hook on the side of the booth, "You're going to close the booth, right?"

A Yuan nodded, "It's almost there."

Chang An said with a smile, "Let me help you." As soon as he finished speaking, he had already gone to the front to pack up the tables and chairs.

A Yuan hurriedly wanted to stop him, "I'll just do it myself! Go back quickly!"

Chang An was avoiding his hands, and quickly folded a few tables and chairs into a pile. He carried a large stack of plastic tables and chairs with one hand and walked to the side of the stall, "Where are you putting them?"

Ah Yuan couldn't help it, and hurriedly covered the soup pot with a cover, "Just put it on."

Chang Anzai easily put the tables and chairs up, and Ah Yuan turned off the small lamp above his head, gathered up the tarpaulin, and officially closed the stall.

He pushed the cart back and Chang An was walking with him.

Seeing that he didn't come by car, Ah Yuan thought he was going to take a bus, until he pushed the cart back to the garden gate of the mansion. Seeing that Chang Anzai didn't intend to leave first, he couldn't help but said, "You go first, There will be no bus later.”

Chang Anzai said, "It's gone at ten o'clock, I can take the last bus."

A Yuan stared at him stupidly, "Then what should we do?"

Chang An smiled and looked at him slightly, "Aren't you going to invite me back to spend the night?"

A Yuan nana said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at home, or I'll pay you to stay in a hotel?"

Chang An asked him with a smile, "I'm not welcome to your place?"

"Nothing!" A Yuan always felt that he didn't want him to see the place where he lived, but if he continued to refuse, the meaning would be too obvious, not to mention that he didn't really reject Chang Anzai that much, and finally he compromised, "Then All right. My place is pretty rough, don't you mind."

Chang Anzai said, "No."

Chang An was opening the garden gate for him, and A Yuan pushed the cart aside and hurried out. The two of them lined up in the open space, walking further and further away.

The crescent moon quietly illuminated the low building behind them, and where they didn't see, there were densely packed pale figures behind the windowpanes.

Across a street is the old housing area.

After twelve o'clock, the lights in every room were turned off.

Only the moonlight and street lamps are everlasting.

As usual, the corridor was dark, so A Yuan didn't dare to walk fast, so he led Chang An to the room where he lived step by step.

The iron door was leaning crookedly against the wall, and the key was stuck in the rusty lockhole, making a stiff clicking sound.A Yuan opened it for a while but didn't unscrew it. Finally, he pushed hard and found that the door was unlocked.

He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time before going to turn on the unused lamp in the corner.

The so-called light is actually a bare light bulb hanging on the wall. It was still flickering when it was first turned on, and it took a long time for it to stabilize.

The tungsten filaments of the light bulbs were somewhat blackened, and the turbid light could not even completely cover a small room of [-] square meters. Half of the dilapidated furniture was still immersed in the darkness.

A Yuan scratched his head and blocked the door with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, the place I live in is really bad. How about I go out with you and get a room?"

"No, it's good." Chang An patted him on the shoulder, walked in from the side, and put the bag in his hand on the table, "Have you eaten tonight? I put the bamboo shoots and pork ribs soup in an insulated box. If you are hungry, take it out and eat."

"Not hungry, not hungry," Yuan turned around and closed the door, and tied an iron chain to the door frame to lock it. He looked back at Chang Anzai who was still standing there, and hurriedly said, "You sit...you can sit on the bed directly. .”

Chang An was not polite to him, and sat on the bed directly. He looked around and said after a while, "How long have you been here?"

A Yuan hesitated for a moment, then murmured, "It's been a long time, I don't remember either."

Chang Anzai asked again, "Why didn't you come to see me?"

A Yuan said "Huh?" and looked at him strangely, "How would I know where you are?"

The two of them said these two words that were plausible, and then they had nothing else to say.

A Yuan boiled a washbasin of hot water in a rice cooker, brought it to a mud pool in the corner, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water into it. A small place was separated by a waterproof curtain for showering.

The temperature of the water in the iron basin was just right, and he was about to take off his clothes and go in for a wash, when he realized that there was another Chang An in the room, and hurriedly asked, "I mixed hot water, do you want to take a shower?"

Chang An stood up, "No, I'll just wash my face with cold water."

A Yuan didn't say any more, and got behind the curtain.