Superstars start from variety shows

Chapter 23 Forget the whole world, only remember you

"Uncle, did your family grow these by themselves?" A mobile vegetable cart shouting "delicious" stopped in front of Zhang Zifeng, looking curiously at the cart full of fresh tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers.

"Yes, I can't finish the food I grew at home. Brother, are you filming the show there?" The uncle looked to be about 50 years old and was very talkative.

Qiao Yi nodded, and followed the camera crew around, so it wasn't difficult to guess.

"Brother, this tomato is so cute." Zhang Zifeng saw a tomato that looked like a peach with a small canine tooth growing out of one side, and held it in his hand reluctantly to put it down.

Qiao Yi touched Zhang Zifeng's head, a little speechless: "Do you want it?"

Zhang Zifeng nodded with a smile, never leaving the tomato.

"Boss, is there any mutton?" Just as he was about to ask the price, a figure suddenly broke in, staring at the agricultural and sideline products in the carriage and asking.

Qiao Yi looked over, he was an old man with gray hair, about 80 or [-] years old.

"Three yuan. Brother, do you still want half a catty?" The boss pointed to a corner of mutton with a very gentle attitude.

Qiao Yi was stunned, three yuan a catty, so cheap?

Unexpectedly, the old man frowned and muttered: "Why did it increase by two points? Wasn't it only two yuan and ninety-eight cents a few days ago?"

"I can't help it. I have eaten a lot of mutton these two days, and other places have raised [-] cents. In this way, my brother is also an acquaintance, and I want you two yuan and ninety-eight cents!" The boss explained with a smile and made a concession.

"How dare you? Three yuan is three yuan. Give me half a catty. It won't hurt you." As the old man said, he took out a plaid towel from his arms and opened it. The old coins that have disappeared from the market are not crumpled at all.

It looks carefully wrapped.

The boss skillfully cut half a catty and weighed it to the old man: "Do you want to make mutton dumplings for the child again?"

The old man counted out one and fifty cents, handed it to the boss, and smiled: "Oh, I can't help it, it's a little expensive, the ghost girl is clamoring for dumplings filled with mutton every day, isn't it her birthday tonight, eat it anyway Have a meal."

"Maybe my daughter is very close to you." The boss chatted casually.

The old man just smiled, you continue to talk, I am listening.

"Brother, you take it."

The boss took the money, counted it again, found a newspaper, wrapped the mutton, wrapped it with a twine, and gave it to the old man.

The old man walked away carrying the mutton as if he had won a treasure, and his steps seemed to be much lighter.

It wasn't until the old man disappeared at the intersection that Qiao Yi turned around and looked at the boss puzzled.

His intuition told him that there must be a story in it.

Before he could ask, the boss opened his mouth and sighed first: "Oh, my brother is getting old and has forgotten a lot of things. Just say me, I have been selling vegetables in this area for 30 or [-] years, so I can't do it any better. I'm familiar, don't you just forget about it?"

"Alzheimer's disease?" Qiao Yi was stunned.

"Hey, you said that the name is too high-level, and we don't understand it." The boss smiled, and then said: "When people are old, they always forget some things. It can't be called a disease, right?"

Qiao Yi nodded thoughtfully: "You just gave him three yuan a catty, isn't it a loss?"

"How much money can I lose?" The boss didn't care. He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Qiao Yi. Qiao Yi took it and thanked him, but he didn't smoke it. The show was being recorded.

He just lit up by himself, looked at the intersection where the old man disappeared just now, and said with emotion: "My brother only buys it once a year for his daughter's birthday, and only half a catty each time. It was okay before, but I forgot about it in the past two years." There are a lot of things, and it has been five or six years..."

"And what about his daughter?"

"This daughter is not bad. She married not far away. She can come back to visit during the holidays. It's not bad. Unlike my daughter, she doesn't have a home all day long."

Qiao Yi carefully looked at the items sold in the car, and suddenly had a guess: "Boss, you didn't bring this mutton here on purpose today, did you?"

"Huh? Nothing! Brother, do you want to buy it? If you don't buy it, I will leave." The boss picked up the tomato that Zhang Zifeng put down, put it in her hand, and drove away.

It seemed like he was running away.

"Delicious! Delicious!" From a distance, came the boss's cry.

"Brother, why didn't I understand what you said to him just now?" Zhang Zifeng was holding a tomato in his hand, but the camera was inconvenient to hold, so he dropped it into Qiao Yi's hand.

Qiao Yi smiled, took out the cigarette and looked at it: "A boss who sells vegetables in the streets and alleys smokes good cigarettes that cost about a hundred yuan a box, don't you think there is a problem?"

Zhang Zifeng thought about it, and there was indeed a problem.

"The car he sells vegetables is an old model. It doesn't look like it's been driven every day. It looks like it's been driven for a long time. Also, have you noticed that the food in his car is , it doesn’t look like it was grown by a family?”

"Ah? But he didn't say yes, did he grow it at home?" Zhang Zifeng looked at the tomatoes in his hand, could he be deceived?

"It's true that a small part of them are grown by ourselves, but most of them should be bought temporarily from other vegetable fields on the way here." Qiao Yi shook his head.

"Why did he do this? Is it just to sell half a catty of mutton to that grandfather?" Zhang Zifeng is still young and has been on the set since he was a child, so he doesn't understand some people's ways of the world.

Just like a college student who has been studying in school all year round, he claims to have a superior IQ, but when he returns home during the Chinese New Year, he finds that there may be several twists and turns in the words spoken by neighbors.

"This is the way of the world." Qiao Yi couldn't guess the reason why the boss did this.

Maybe they are kind to each other, maybe they are just old friends.

"I don't know there's a little more detail, sister, have you noticed?" Qiao Yi thought for a while and asked.

Zhang Zifeng tried hard to recall the scene that happened just now, and suddenly his eyes lit up after a while: "Brother, is the mutton that the boss gave to that grandfather, the details wrapped in newspaper?"

It feels like the scene in the last movie I shot before, especially the texture of that era.

"Yes." Qiao Yi was very satisfied with his younger sister's ability to observe, and explained: "Sell things wrapped in newspapers, probably only when I was young. I remember when I was young, I went to the cooperative with my grandma to buy pork, and it was wrapped in newspapers. "

Zhang Zifeng didn't have the real experience of that era, so he listened with gusto.

Seeing that she was interested, Qiao Yi told some of his personal experiences when he was a child.

"Is that grandpa suffering from dementia?" Zhang Zifeng asked suddenly.

Qiao Yi shook his head, and said meaningfully: "Maybe it's just that I'm getting old and have lost some memories."

"But he still remembers his daughter's birthday."

"Yes. The word dementia is not very friendly, maybe it's just stupid." Qiao Yi nodded, and looked at Zhang Zifeng seriously: "Sister, you have to remember, no matter what time you are, you must respect your parents well, Did you hear that?"

"Well, brother, I remember." Zhang Zifeng nodded desperately.

However, the corners of Qiao Yi's eyes were sore. Looking at the fog that gradually evaporated on the lake in the evening, he walked to the seat by the lake and sat down. He touched the little girl's head, and under her puzzled eyes, said softly: "Sister, you have to remember that one day, parents may forget everything. But even if they forget the whole world, they will only remember you."

Zhang Zifeng suddenly leaned his head on Qiao Yi's arm, and whispered, "I will definitely treat my parents well! And brother!"

Qiao Yi couldn't help laughing: "Oh, if I can only be taken care of by my sister in the future, it will be too miserable!"

"Ah, why?" Zhang Zifeng didn't react for a moment.

Qiao Yi didn't say anything, and seemed to hear a lot of footsteps behind her. Looking back, it was a production team of a show, and a girl was walking alone in front.

"Say hello in the past. It should be a guest at home." Qiao Yi called Zhang Zifeng.

　Boss, please recommend! !

　　


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