Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Qin Yuan is a kid, there is a reason why he can overwhelm the top student Cheng Du to be elected class monitor every year. This kid is tall and looks upright. He speaks with a sense of confidence. It seemed that he was right.

Such a child is a natural leader, and children of the same age admire him very much.

Since Tan Yuan had spoken, everyone naturally had no objections, so the four walked into the courtyard where Tan Yuan lived.

Fang Zhimo was surprised to find that the courtyard of Qin Yuan's house was opposite to his own, with only a road in between.

The road has no name, it is usually called No. 1 Road, No. 2 Road and No. 3 Road are north of it.

At that time there were fewer cars and the roads were not as wide as they are now, but it was still quite dangerous for children to cross the road.

The four children hugged each other across the road, passed through the sentry box, and came downstairs to Tan Yuan's house.

This courtyard is the staff dormitory assigned by Qin Yuan's father's unit. There are four buildings and five floors in total. Because it was repaired earlier, the building is still the earliest old-fashioned tube building with shared toilets and water rooms. Tan Yuan's family lives on the fourth floor. The sunny room inside.

This kind of tube building is often the busiest when it comes to meal time, and every household sets up a small coal stove in the corridor to cook vegetables.

Today I will lend you a honeycomb briquette, tomorrow you will return me a meal of dumplings, the day after tomorrow the old Wang’s daughter-in-law is due to give birth, when the time comes, everyone will help to take care of it... or something, like a large courtyard, close and comfortable.

Tan Yuan and Tan Xiaobo greeted their uncles and aunts all the way and walked in, picking up a lot of delicious food along the way.

Fang Zhimo could tell that even Cheng Du was a familiar face on this floor.

"Yo, Xiao Yuan'er brought her classmates here again?"

"Yes, Auntie, are you making steamed pork ribs again today?"

"Yeah, his dad loves to eat it. Hey, hey, you poor kid, aren't you afraid of being burned? Look, you're so greedy. Hurry up and go back, your mother has stewed pork belly in sauce, and this whole building is the most delicious in your house." gone."

As soon as Tan Xiaobo heard this, he and Tan Yuan immediately rushed to Qin Yuan's mother: "Auntie, what's good for dinner today?"

"Xiaobo is here?" Mom said with a smile: "Go and wash your hands, today I will eat pork knuckle."

After getting an affirmative answer, the two children cheered, dropped the schoolbags on their shoulders, and ran to the water room in Dongtou to wash their hands.

"Oh! I'm eating elbows with sauce!" As soon as the little fat man ran up, the whole floor thumped, causing another round of scolding.

Heartless children, happiness is always so simple for them.

They are also children, those two have already forgotten about it, but fortunately there are two normal ones here.

Cheng Du walked over in a regular manner, said hello to Qin Yuan's mother, spread out his notebook in a regular manner, took out his pencil case, and entered the study state in a second.

And Fang Zhimo—the first day of school today, he expected that the teacher would not assign homework, and he didn't even bring his schoolbag.

Or say that people are not as good as heaven, you will never understand the old class' routines.

Fang Zhimo was not in a hurry, and sat down slowly, watching Cheng Du write his homework stroke by stroke.

In the room facing the west sun, the heat is still there, the golden red sunset casts strands of gleam on the asparagus bamboo on the window sill, the laughter of the neighbors is outside the door, Cheng Du and Fang Zhimo are inside the door, The homework book and pencil case were laid flat on the table, and the rustling sound of writing was lost in the unique air of that era, filled with the fragrance of Baijiafan. This scene, many years later, Fang Zhimo recalled, still felt that, The colors of this day are as bright as a photocopy in memory.

There was a voice outside the door calling for his children to go home for dinner. Qin Yuan's mother also came in with a good meal, followed a tall man with a smile.

"Hello, Uncle!" Cheng Du immediately stood up when he saw the person coming, and cleaned up the things on the table. Fang Zhimo also stood up, opened his mouth, and pretended that he had yelled "Uncle Hao" just now.

Tan Yuan's father glanced at the two children in the room, smiled and patted Cheng Du's head, and when he reached out to Fang Zhimo, the cute-looking child avoided him.

This is... being hated?

Qin Yuan's father was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He withdrew his hand to help Cheng Du clean up the table, and then directed his monkey boy to set the dishes.

This dinner was a lively one, quite a bit like a New Year’s Eve dinner. Sauced elbows and green onions were laid out in front of the monkey children. Mom and Dad were sitting on the table, and some unknown cartoons were playing on the black and white TV. Some neighbors came to visit with their rice bowls.

Fresh, lively, and such a grand occasion, Fang Zhimo felt as if he had only seen it before his grandfather moved to Ruiyi Garden.

At that time, the Fang family had a big family, but the feeling was completely different from what it is now.

But what was the difference, Fang Zhimo couldn't tell, he just felt a little homesick all of a sudden.

After bidding farewell to the study group, Fang Zhimo returned home unsteadily, took out an antique keychain that his mother made for him, unlocked it skillfully, and entered the house.

Although he had expected this situation, Fang Zhimo was still a little upset when he saw the cold pot and stove at home, closed the door discouragedly, and shouted into the room: "Dad!"

It was quiet in the room.

Not to mention mom and dad, even the 4-year-old Fang Xiaohua was not there, presumably she was sent to grandpa's house.

"Tsk, it's a big heart to leave your poor sick son alone at home."

Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue, closed the door to himself, glanced at the landline next to the sofa, hesitated for a while, and picked it up.

"Hello? I'm looking for Fang Qiming."

"On duty? Oh, no, no, nothing. That... Uncle Zhang, just tell Fang Qiming that his son has called."

"Ah? Yes, school starts today, and I have already registered."

"Winter vacation homework? I handed it in a long time ago. If I don't hand it in, can the teacher let me go."

"Okay, okay, I will study hard, okay, goodbye."

Putting down the phone, Fang Zhimo sighed, stood up, and casually walked to the mirror.

The child in the mirror has excellent facial features, and looks like a doll carved out of white jade. His eyes are black and bright, his nose and mouth look small, and he is very smart. Short, looks two or three years younger than his peers.

Fang Zhimo smiled at the child in the mirror, touched the child's pink lips, turned around and began to undress.

The weather in September is very hot. When eating barbecue, my back is already sweaty, and if I don't take a bath, I will catch a cold again.

Fang Zhimo took off his already sweaty school uniform and striped sweatpants, and with a flick of his hand, two pieces of clothing flew out, one on the coffee table and the other on the floor.

Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue, picked up the sports pants that fell on the floor, threw them on the TV, took two steps back, and threw the pants on the ground as if dissatisfied, stepped on them a few times, and then threw them back On the TV, I dangled a towel into the bathroom.

After putting away the bath water, he threw the underpants into the bathtub, and he himself jumped in, recalling the meal that he got in the courtyard across the road during the day.

That meal was delicious, not only because of the big elbow.

I know that the Mo family is also a house assigned by the unit, but their compound and the compound across the road are not in the same system, and the house was built later, so the living conditions are one or two grades higher than those on the opposite side—at least They have an independent toilet and sewage system here, and there are two households in one elevator.

But it is precisely because of the improvement of living conditions that the neighborhood relationship in their compound has already been greatly reduced. The good-neighborly relationship between Qin Yuan and Cheng Du is completely unimaginable and incomprehensible to Fang Zhimo.

——Why can a group of people who are obviously out of reach treat each other like relatives?

Fang Zhimo opened his eyes and sank to the bottom of the water, looking at the shimmering light that was as smooth as silk coming down from the surface of the water.

When I came out of the bathroom, it was already dark.

Fang Zhimo glanced at the dark living room, not even a ghost.He turned on the wall lamp and looked around the place where he had lived for four or five years.

The floor is covered with tiles, the walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings written by my father, and there are some old objects of unknown age on the cabinet. It is said that they are all antiques, and my mother bought them back from the ghost market.

Fang Zhimo looked at the neatly packed home, then at the messy clothes and pants thrown by him, sighed, wiped his hair and entered his room, and closed the bedroom door tightly.

The living room returned to a black silence, as usual every night.

However, this silence did not last for a minute before it was broken by the warm yellow light.

The child stood at the door of the bedroom, looking angrily at the two pieces of clothes that he had stepped on deliberately.

After a while, the child took them off the TV and the coffee table as if he couldn't stand it anymore, opened the shivering washing machine aggressively, and threw the two clothes with several big footprints into them.

The author has something to say:

This baby is obsessed with cleanliness, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and arrogant, there is really nothing to do with him (Smiling like a mommy.