I'm still doing fine

"It's that family."

Passing through the trees with sparse branches and leaves, the car turned into a low-rise building with dilapidated facades. From a distance, An Yichi saw the blackened wall in the north corner, and the bustling crowd hung in line.

Steam rose continuously from the crowd, and an old man wrapped in a down jacket came out holding a small milk pot, grinning and stretching his arms, greeting people all the way, and gradually walking away.

Passing by the side of the car window, An Yi held him through the glass lid of the milk pot, and saw trembling tofu nao with chopped green onion and red oil floating in it.

"Yes." Liang Duanyuan poked her head out of the window, looked around for a moment, and then drove to the only vacant parking space, "I'm lucky, it looks like there's still food to eat."

"How do you know it's here?" An Yichi reached into the back seat, took out a coat and put it on, and looked at the small old shop with his head, "This place is really well hidden."

Liang Duanyuan turned off the engine and got out of the car, walked around a step faster than him, and opened the car door with one hand, "Come on."

"It's not hard to find." He took out An Yizhi's hat that was folded under his clothes, brushed off the fluffy fur collar, walked a few steps, and said unnaturally, as if he didn't mean to mention, "I'm here grown up."

"Oh, this is your home." An Yichi turned around involuntarily, and brought back the scene that had just passed by in a hurry. He remembered that Chen Chen had mentioned to him that Liang Duanyuan hadn't been home for three years.

No, it has been four years since I returned...

"Hey?" An Yichi suddenly stopped, as if he realized something later, and when Liang Duanyuan turned around to look over, his expression froze, "Well, could it be that you accidentally bumped into your father?"

"Don't be nervous." Liang Duanyuan was taken aback, then smiled, "He is very busy and won't come here."

That is a person who may not be seen even if he burns incense and worships Buddha, he thought to himself.

An Yichi was a little relieved. At that time, he hadn't thought about the next scene, and it was no better than seeing Liang Chengjun caught off guard.

The owner of the breakfast shop with gray sideburns came out with tofu nao, and when he looked up at Liang Duanyuan's face, he couldn't hide his surprise, "Yo, Duanyuan, you're back?"

Liang Duanyuan nodded, and promised a few words, the greeting seemed to stir up a thousand waves, and wave after wave of greetings swayed 10 meters around the small square table.

"I haven't seen you in a few years, do you still recognize me, Xiao Gao from my distribution office!" The man who looked to be in his thirties made a considerable height with his hands, "I went to your house to pay New Year's greetings, when you were just in junior high school ..."

"Go to school or go to work, what year do you go to?" The uncle wearing a cotton hat twirled a fried stick with his chopsticks, and ordered it here, "I can earn some money, can't I, life goes by so fast..."

"Do foreign schools also have holidays at this time?" The middle-aged woman wearing a long padded jacket pinched her waist smiled exaggeratedly, and poked her daughter with her elbow. Regardless of the embarrassment on the little girl's face, she babbled, "This brother is studying. Well, I have to learn more from my brother..."

It can be seen in the words and sentences that they are all outsiders who have very little contact with each other and do not know the situation at all, but without exception, they are not very outsiders. If you have to point to An Yichi and ask, "Whose child is this? He is so unrecognizable All."

"It's not the few in the yard." Liang Duanyuan looked at An Yi's uncomfortable expression, and could only sit at the table, somewhat covering the sight of strangers, "It's my friend."

After the diners left after eating and drinking, the sound of the iron spoon scraping the bottom of the pot rang several times. The boss sold the last reserve of the day, came over with a towel, added a bowl of soy milk for them, and added a few freshly fried Fried dough sticks, "Try and see how this pot tastes... Take your time, don't rush, just keep the door behind you when you leave, I'll go back and rest for a while."

There was the sound of the door being touched, and there were only the two of them left in the shop. An Yichi raised his head from the half bowl of tofu, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I didn't expect so many acquaintances..." Liang Duanyuan broke up the fritters, soaked them in soy milk, and pushed them to the opposite side, "How is it, are you used to it?"

He felt that he really had no other thoughts, but memory would add color to many things, and nostalgia would be uncontrollable.

Feeling extra points for the food, he thought of taking Yi Chi to have breakfast, and this restaurant was the first thing that came to mind.

So I drove here without thinking too much, until I saw that Yi Chi seemed a little at a loss amidst the many unfamiliar greetings, I secretly blamed myself and felt a little reckless.

"It's okay." Yi Chi shook his head first, and then nodded quickly, "The food in this store is very good. The fried dough sticks are very crispy, the soy milk is also very mellow, and there are tofu nao. I like salty taste."

"Then eat more." Liang Duanyuan pursed her lips, put down her chopsticks, and wiped off a bit of the red oil on his chin with a piece of paper. The two were quiet for a while, and the only sound in the air was the sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain bowl.

It's so good to eat.

Afraid that An Yichi would be restrained if he stared straight at him, Liang Duanyuan changed his posture and sat more lazily with his chin resting on his back, looking for topics casually. He tapped the table and said, "When I was young, the owner of this store wasn't the one just now. Uncle, it is his wife who greets business every day, with small eyes, round face, and a very kind smile."

An Yichi leaned against the rim of the bowl, sipping soy milk, staring at him with only a pair of eyes, listening carefully.

"In my impression, she always wears sleeves and an apron, and her face is covered with sweat. She is completely different from my mother, but I always feel that she is kind." Liang Duanyuan said, "Because I always pass by here on the way to school, So at that time, I seldom had breakfast at home, and I took breakfast from here every day, and Aunt Xu also allowed me to pay on credit, which was settled once a month."

"Today I put deep-fried dough sticks, tomorrow I make sesame balls, the day after tomorrow I fry sugar cakes, and the day after tomorrow I serve lotus leaf cakes with vegetables. Many things are not sold, they are specially made for me." Liang Duanyuan misses it very much, "I take care of Aunt Xu. I wrote my things in the recurring diary. The teacher didn't believe it, so he kept me after school, and asked if there was such a person, or I just made it up to write something... It's a pity that you didn't see it when I came back she."

"That's great." An Yichi raised his head and sat up straight, smiling, "Your old friends are everywhere here, that's great. You've always lived here, haven't you moved?"

"Yeah. As far back as I can remember, I live in the family courtyard behind here."

An Yichi was very envious, he thought, this feeling of being completely accepted by the environment is really good, there are so many familiar people, so many dispensable greetings, so many undisguised acquaintances...

Unlike myself, who moved several times, the friends who used to be good friends drifted away like mud and sand, and the elders who cared for me gradually disappeared, and no matter where they went, they seemed to have no belonging.

"What's wrong?" Liang Duanyuan rubbed his head, interrupting his daze, "What are you thinking?"

"I envy you." An Yichi blinked, "In the past, every time I transferred schools, Aunt Shang would comfort me and say, 'Don't be sad, if you transfer to another school, you will have friends here, and you will have friends there, and there will be many familiar people. , How nice.', but I found out later that it's better to grow up in one place, just like you... I always feel that maybe the day you come back with your luggage, even the uncle at the door will say to you, 'Welcome home ',very nice."

Liang Duanyuan could only reach out and touch his cheek to comfort him.

After a while, he took the bowl in front of An Yichi and stirred it with a spoon. Most of the deep-fried dough sticks in the bowl floated limply. Although there was still a lot left, it was Yi Chi's rare meal since he was hospitalized. , "Can't eat anymore?"

"The boss gave too much." An Yichi cooperated and changed the subject. He nodded in response, only to see Liang Duanyuan pull the bowl in front of him, and ate most of the leftovers in two or three bites, "Hey, that's Me, the leftovers..."

The volume gradually lowered, and the words that did not catch up with this person's speed disappeared from An Yichi's lips lightly. Liang Duanyuan put down the bowl, got up and wiped his mouth, as if nothing had happened, "I'm not full."

An Yichi went out after him, and secretly pressed the back of his hand to his cheek to make sure that he really was, blushing so badly.

"Would you like to visit the neighborhood where I live?" Bending down and skillfully closing the two closed glass doors, Liang Duanyuan saw An Yichi holding his face with his hands in the reflection from the reflected light, hoping to achieve the cooling effect. , lowered his head and smiled concealedly, "You can get there through the car wash next to it, it's very close."

"Yeah, yum!" An Yichi put down his hands and stood at attention, nodded, "I want to go."

Soon after Liang Duanyuan locked the door and turned around, she hesitated again, pointing to herself and asked, "Does the security guard at the door really know you? He has to question me too?"

Before the words fell, An Yichi shut up himself. He always knew that this kind of personality that was afraid of facing strangers was a flaw, because it would make An Jimin look down and scold him severely, and he would often warn him afterwards , Introversion and cowardice are not the performance that a man should have.

He is indeed working hard to correct it. From the kid who would blush when he stood up to answer questions in elementary school, he has become an adult who knows how to hide his face at least. He can walk through a cafeteria full of people or go against the flow of people. , on the first day of transfer, crossing a sea of ​​uniforms in plain clothes.

Even so, he was still flustered.

"No." But Liang Duanyuan didn't say much, didn't even pause, just took his hand and explained, "We went by the side door."

An Yichi was stunned for a moment, and followed Liang Duanyuan's footsteps slowly.

"Easy to hold."

Liang Duanyuan walked through the dark and damp garage, and opened the narrow iron door like many times when he was a child. The only difference was that at this moment, he could feel the stiff touch in his palm gradually softening, and the warm feeling behind him. The breath gradually approached, and he was no longer walking alone.

"It's not a bug, much less a flaw, that someone is born quiet."

An Yichi didn't say anything, but Liang Duanyuan seemed to understand everything.

"Introduce me." An Yichi knew that he didn't need to say anything, so he smiled and walked into Liang Duanyuan's childhood memories.

Three residential buildings, a small front hall, a large atrium, and a backyard with uneven ground.

On this day, the two of them walked around the courtyard of this small community. An Yichi knew which slope Liang Duanyuan used to skate back and forth on, and which manhole cover Liang Duanyuan once blew up on. Pao Zhan also knew which pine tree garden Liang Duanyuan had been hiding in, and refused to go home.

"Are you..." An Yichi slowly understood, he touched his nose, looked at Liang Duanyuan, "I wanted to take me home, just wander around like this, didn't you?"

"You don't want to go back." Liang Duanyuan lowered her head, "Forget it."

He didn't seem to care much, the hand holding An Yizhi was still dry and warm, and the speed of each step was still steady and slow enough, but he lowered his eyes and didn't look directly at himself, An Yichi knew the answer.

They went a long way and walked for a long time, until they reached the side door they just entered, An Yichi made up his mind, he stopped, stood on the uphill of the high flat ground, looked straight at Liang Duanyuan, He said,

"After the new year, come back with me. I want to show you my life."