Bailangbian

During dinner, Zhou Lan asked who they were talking to outside just now.

After hearing that it was Brother Long, the old man couldn't help laughing.

"Didn't he go abroad to avoid debts?" She asked, "Why did he come back?"

Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng quickly clarified the rumor.

Brother Long is a notorious gangster in Xing'an Street.

He doesn't live here, but everyone on Xing'an Street basically knows his name, especially after Long Kee food stall opened on Xing'an Street, Brother Long's reputation became even louder.

"Crazy boy." Zhou Lan said concisely, "I don't know what I'm doing every day."

"Brother Long's business is doing very well now." Song Fengfeng recalled the content of the chat between Brother Long and the two of them when they met. "He started selling computer accessories on the Internet, and also worked as a brand agent, earning a lot of money."

Zhou Lan couldn't understand overly professional terms, but she was very sensitive to the phrase "earn a lot of money": "More than our Yu Dong earns?"

Yu Dong: "Many."

His company is now restarting many things, and it is basically not making any money at this stage.Brother Long's computer accessories business is getting bigger and bigger. Last month, I heard that he set up a store in the newly opened mall in the provincial capital. He is an agent and dealer of branded mobile phones. It is no exaggeration to call "Boss Mo" point.

Zhou Lan was both surprised and unbelievable: "How is it possible? Yu Dong is a college student who has studied abroad."

Yu Dong was about to blush: "It's nothing special."

Song Fengfeng: "It's amazing! It's really amazing! Mama Zhou, you're right. Yu Dong will definitely make a lot of money in the future. We're going to buy a big villa. You live on the first floor. I... I... can live in the guest room when I go to visit Yu Dong. .”

He forcefully swallowed "We both live on the first floor" back into his stomach.

Zhou Lan's attention was drawn away: "Is the big villa expensive?"

For some reason, Yu Dong always felt that Zhou Lan already knew about it.

Everyone on Xing'an Street knew that Brother Long's partner was a man, and it seemed that if they knew it, they would know it. Although there were rumors, those rumors always ended with the sentence "but he will make money".

All of them are ordinary people, busy with eating, drinking, and making a living.Other people's affairs are other people's affairs, just mention it after dinner, you can't control it, and you have no right to control it.

When they talked about Brother Long, they all said he was a "crazy boy".No heir, no offspring.In the eyes of older people, this is a very big deal, but it's over after talking, and it's another safe and sound day to go home with the bench in hand.

Yu Dong took good care of Zhou Lan and put her to sleep, then plugged a small lamp into the socket, and the room was dimly lit.

There is a strong smell of ointment here.Yu Dong waved the electric mosquito swatter to kill mosquitoes, and sat by the bed and asked Zhou Lan, "Grandma, is my house okay? There is an elevator, so you can get in and out easily. There are also places for old people to play cards and mahjong in the community, which is more convenient than here."

Zhou Lan didn't want to live in his house, and had to go back to Xing'an Street just after the typhoon.

The old man frowned and held Yu Dong's hand.

She is over 60 years old.Due to fatigue and malnutrition when she was young, she was always thin, and she didn't lose weight no matter how much she ate.And because of a recent serious illness, the whole person suddenly aged a lot.

Yu Dong also held her hand: "Grandma, I'm worried that you are alone on Xing'an Street."

"Seven uncles and seven aunts are all nearby, and your third aunt is going down the street..." Zhou Lan talked about several neighbors and relatives in the neighborhood, "You installed another alarm bell for me, and I will notify you if something happens .”

Yu Dong looked at the thin old man and suddenly felt sad.

"I didn't take good care of you," he whispered.

Zhou Lan patted his hand: "Silly boy. This is how people get old. There will be various diseases, and they cannot be avoided."

Yu Dong wiped his eyes.

"I don't think about the past anymore. I don't even think about the future. It's more important to be happy." Zhou Lan looked at Yu Dong, "Dongzi, you... You must live well in the future."

Yu Dong nodded.

Her daughter has not had a good life in this life, but she left a Yu Dong for her.

"Just live well, don't care what others say." Zhou Lan said slowly after a moment of silence, "I watched Heifeng grow up since he was a child, and I have never seen a child with a better heart than him."

Yu Dong was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at Zhou Lan.

"If a person has a good heart, this life will not be very bad." The old man said slowly, "A person with a good heart is the hardest to find in this world. It is good to be a friend, but it is even better to be a family member."

Yu Dong's heart was pounding.Zhou Lan knew.She already knew.

Maybe it was last night, maybe earlier, when Song Fengfeng would come to take pictures with her every year, or earlier, when they both stayed in Yu Dong's room and buried themselves in the test papers.

He burst into tears, choked up and said something, but couldn't make out a word.

He no longer has a father, only a relative by blood.And now, this person is telling him gently that he knows everything, understands him, blesses him, and encourages him.

"Crazy boy..." Zhou Lan stroked Yu Dong's hand slowly, just like coaxing him to sleep when he was a child, "Two crazy boys."

Her eyes gradually became moist.

"Good boy." She whispered, gently hugging Yu Dong who was leaning over.

Not without regret and loss.But people pass through life and death, and many thoughts will change.There is not much time left in this life, she may not see Yu Dong's big villa, nor will he see his success in the future.

But to Zhou Lan, these were really not important.

She only hopes that her grandson can spend his life safely, smoothly and happily, and not to repeat the mistakes of his mother, and not to be sad.

She has lived most of her life, and only her courage and frankness without fear of rumors in the world can be shared with him.

The next morning, Song Fengfeng got up very early.He stayed in the old house overnight, and surprisingly, he woke up at five o'clock in the morning.

It's still summer vacation, he doesn't need to go to work, and he doesn't need to go back to school to clean up the campus.

Song Fengfeng lay on the bed for a while, and suddenly understood why he woke up so early.

When both he and Yu Dong were middle school students, he would often wake up at this time, go out for a run, and then bring back a bag of breakfast for Yu Dong.

Song Fengfeng's room was almost empty, leaving only old desks and bookshelves.A copy of "Dragon Ball" with its cover torn off was thrown on the shelf, and it was painted gaudy by someone with colored brushes.

His old bicycle was in the room, covered in dust.

Yu Dong slept all night on the second floor.Last night, I was crying and talking with Zhou Lan. We talked until midnight, and when he woke up, his eyes were still a little swollen.

Someone was calling his name outside.

Yu Dong sat up blankly.The fan was the same old fan, creaking and spinning.

The morning sun illuminated Xing'an Street, and also illuminated his balcony.

"Yu Dong!" Song Fengfeng's voice was outside, "Are you awake? Going to school!"

Yu Dong stepped out of the balcony and saw Song Fengfeng riding his long-discarded bicycle parked in front of the door, with a bag of breakfast hanging on the front of the bicycle, smiling at himself with his head up: "If you are late, you need to register your name and deduct points from the mobile red flag." ,You are not afraid?"

Yu Dong laughed for a while, wiped his face: "Wait for me!"

He quickly washed up, got dressed, and went downstairs to see Zhou Lan.Zhou Lan also got up, and she also heard Song Fengfeng's voice outside.

"Heifeng is crazy." Zhou Lan said, "Are you going to a Buddhist temple today?"

"En." Yu Dong nodded.He went out and brought back all the steamed stuffed buns, soy milk and glutinous rice chicken that Song Fengfeng had bought for him, put them on the table, and told Zhou Lan to eat while it was hot.

Song Fengfeng was confused, and poked his head at the door: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Go eat chicken noodles." Yu Dong pushed his bicycle from the door.

He hasn't ridden this bike for a long time, but fortunately Zhou Lan often scrubs and oils it, and it still works.Fei Bao was barking at the door, Yu Dong got on his bicycle and pointed at Song Fengfeng with his jaw raised: "Let's go."

Seventh Aunt was sweeping the floor at the door, and seeing the two of them leaving in a hurry, she was baffled: "Yu Dong, Hei Feng, where are you going?"

"Go to school!" Song Fengfeng turned around with a smile, "Read!"

The railway crossing has been abandoned, and no more coal and log trains pass here.

The little red light will no longer be on, but occasionally there will still be an old man sitting in the duty room, smoking a cigarette in silence, occasionally rushing out of the duty room, pointing at the child who fell on the rails and cursing a few words.

Weeds grew all around the tracks, tall and strong in clusters.The grass bears its seeds, is blown about by the wind, and takes root here and there.

The two solved the breakfast problem in the chicken noodle shop, politely declined the kindness of the proprietress who wanted to introduce their niece to Yu Dong, got on their bicycles and set off again.

All kinds of rubbish on the street have been cleaned up, and the children who are still on summer vacation get up early, pick up fruits and branches on the side of the road, laughing and running around laughing at each other.

The distance from Xing'an Street to Mount Wutou was a bit long, so the two of them took a detour and ran to the gate of No. [-] Middle School for a while.

The guards at No. [-] Middle School had changed to new people. They didn't know each other, and they stared at each other with wide eyes.Yu Dong chatted with the guard for a few words, then turned around in surprise and told Song Fengfeng: "Teacher Tong has become the director of the Academic Affairs Office."

Song Fengfeng gasped: "No way! She's so young."

Yu Dong had to remind him: "Ten years, Heifeng."

Ma Zi Niu Za at the gate of No. [-] Middle School has not yet opened the door, and old men and women are sitting at the small gate drinking porridge and fried dough sticks, chatting gossip in a few sentences.The old lady was so impressed with Yu Dong that she recognized him after a few glances.

Yu Dong greeted the old lady. This time, the old lady didn't miss her granddaughter anymore. Instead, she mentioned that a young cashier girl came to the store and asked if Yu Dong had a girlfriend.

"Married, married." Yu Dong showed him the ring on his left ring finger.

The old lady was very sorry, and turned to look at Song Fengfeng: "That girl is really pretty."

Song Fengfeng: "It's over."

Ye Lediandian showed his ring to the two old people.

After lingering for a while, the sun gradually rose, and clear tree shadows fell on the ground.

The two continued on their way.

Longxing Internet Cafe only opened a small door, but it was quite lively inside, half of it was being renovated, and the other half was still in business.Even if it is an upgrade, Brother Long will not give up the possibility of making money every day.

The horse boy standing at the door also changed a few new ones. No one wanted to kill Matt's afro, but all of them kept Korean-style bangs.

Song Fengfeng couldn't get used to it: "It looks so good with a flat head."

Yu Dong had already pedaled away on the bike far away, and he kept glancing back: "There is a little brother who looks good."

Song Fengfeng: "No, no, no."

After discussing quietly, the two had arrived at the intersection in front of Huaihuang Street.

Brilliant Street was half demolished and half rebuilt, and now it is a serious pedestrian street.Originally, there was a People's Theater on the other side of Huaihuang Street. Song Fengfeng remembered that he used to go to the theater to watch children's plays, puppet shows, traffic accident propaganda films and honest and honest films in the theater when he was in elementary school.

"By the way, last time I watched entertainment gossip, we have a star here." Song Fengfeng pointed in the direction of the People's Theater, "He used to perform dramas in the People's Theater."

The People's Theater has also been demolished and has become a new building.

Yu Dong said that he had never heard of it, and he was not very interested in these gossips: "Have you watched the drama?"

"I haven't seen it." When the green light came on, Song Fengfeng and he went forward again, "Is it good?"

The two bypassed Zhang Jing's clinic and found that the clinic was not open yet.The appearance of the clinic is much better than before, and it looks like a formal place rather than a small workshop specializing in abortion business.Yu Dong remembered that there were always wandering warblers hanging around in the alleys of Huaihuang Street.At night, the girls in red and green go out together, attracting customers with their black eyes and long legs with fly-like eyelashes in small hair salons and massage parlors with ambiguous lights.

When Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng came out of Zhang Jing's house in school uniforms, they were greeted more than once by the young lady diagonally across the street: "Pretty boy! Let's cut your hair!"

Now the alley is clean, all the small shops are gone.

Song Fengfeng poked his face: "What are you looking at? Do you have any attachment to this kind of store?"

"Nostalgia for a ghost." Yu Dong kicked his wheel.

Song Fengfeng stomped a few times to escape: "Okay, okay, don't play anymore. It's nine o'clock, and the Buddhist temple is open."

From Huaihuang Street to Wutou Mountain, it takes about 20 minutes to ride a bicycle.

The Phoenix trees on the viewing road are very strong, some of which were swept away by the typhoon half of the canopy, and some are still intact, all shaking light and thin green leaves under the scorching sun of this day.

The two crossed the coastline and the newly built bridge, did not stop in front of the church, and pedaled all the way to the gate of the Buddhist temple.

Yu Dong put the car away, took a look at it, and immediately felt relieved: "It's still there."

The old little-leaved banyan tree has not been knocked down, and half of the big crown is still poking its head over the wall of the Buddhist temple. Several small birds take off and land, pecking at the immature fruits on the tree.

Although it was not knocked down, a third of the canopy had indeed fallen.

According to the monk, the big tree happened to be concentrated by the thunder that night, and it made a clatter, and then it started to catch fire.Fortunately, the rain was strong enough, and it was immediately extinguished after a few seconds of burning.

Many people had already poured into the temple, looking for the wishing cards they had thrown on the ground.

When Song Fengfeng entered the backyard, he joined the crowd looking for cards. Yu Dong walked around and heard a man in uniform reprimanding a monk.

"Lightning rods must be installed! Your temple is on the mountain!" The uniformed youth shouted, "This time is a lesson!"

The monk clasped his hands together and responded in a low voice, "You are right."

The young man in uniform: "Then I'll have someone pretend it tomorrow, so don't stop your abbots!"

Monk: "We don't pretend."

The young man was anxious: "Then you still say I'm right?!"

The monk's eyes sparkled: "This time is indeed a lesson, and it is also a teaching from the Buddha. This tree helped our temple to block a thunderstorm. It is kind and good. All things have spirits, and my Buddha is merciful."

The young man was so angry that he took off his hat to beat him, and shouted his name anxiously.

The monk avoided it and said loudly: "I have a dharma name! The common name is no longer used!"

Youth: "I want to see your boss."

Monk: "It's the abbot."

The young man put on his hat and walked forward pushing the monk's back: "Stop talking nonsense! Why is your boss so stingy? How much money can a lightning rod have? How dare you sell a wooden sign for 200 yuan during the Chinese New Year..."

Yu Dong was delighted to hear this, and suddenly remembered that he had also bought a 200 yuan wishing card.

That was the first time Song Fengfeng brought him to the Buddhist temple.

"Heifeng, do you remember the wishing card we used to have?" Yu Dong found Song Fengfeng, walked up to him and asked.

Song Fengfeng was rummaging on the ground. When he saw him coming, he threw a piece at him casually: "I'm just looking for this. Here, I bought this a few years ago."

Yu Dong took it, and found that his name was written on the wishing card in his hand, and there was also a crooked sentence "peace and peace".

He carefully kept this card in his hand, squatted down and flipped through other wishing cards with Song Fengfeng.

They were surrounded by countless blessings, and there were countless wooden signs hanging on the two-thirds of the complete treetop of the Ficus oleifera above their heads, making soft noises in the wind.

The whole family is safe.Smooth and smooth.Must be high school.To live forever... All kinds of blessings were searched by them one by one, and carefully put aside.

Yu Dong remembered.At that time, it was Song Fengfeng's distant relative who sold the wishing cards here, and said that he could write four words of wishes for the two of them.

Song Fengfeng said four sentences at that time: If you are successful in your studies, you will be happy every day;

But the last two sentences were rejected by the monk, saying that the hostility was too strong.

"Ha!" Song Fengfeng laughed suddenly, "I found it!"

He shook a wooden sign in his hand at Yu Dong: "Do you remember what you wrote?"

"Remember." Yu Dong took it.

Yu Dong's name is written on the front of the wooden sign, while four lines of black characters are densely packed on the back.The pen claims to be waterproof and colorfast. After so many years, the handwriting is still clear.

"Successful in studies, happy every day", this is what Song Fengfeng said.

The remaining two sentences were added by the monk later - "If you have a true love and a good friend, you will be safe in this life".

The monk said that it is also possible to hang it up again. As long as you pay another 50 yuan for each sign and donate enough incense and sincerity, the little leaf banyan will grow well soon.

Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng ran away with their cards in their hands.

The church at the foot of the mountain was a bit deserted, with hymns playing on the tape recorder, and two or three old people sitting in the church dozing off.The priest leaned aside, reading a thick book in his hand, with a focused and nervous expression.

Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng sat in the last row of the church, squinting their eyes and looking at the book in the priest's hand.

Not the "Bible", but "Dragon Babu".

"Will Christmas come again this year?" Song Fengfeng asked him, "Come to get cookies, candies or notebooks."

Yu Dong wondered if it would be weird for the two of them to be crowded in a group of students asking for gifts at their age.

"You like the biscuit and candy notebook so much, I can prepare it for you every day." Yu Dong took the wishing card from him.

The one that only says "Ping An An" was hung up by Song Fengfeng later, but Yu Dong had never seen it before.

"This is your handwriting." Yu Dong said, "It's so ugly, you can recognize it at a glance."

Song Fengfeng has a thick skin, and he didn't take this seriously for a long time, "Ugly is ugly, but it has its own characteristics."

Yu Dong even likes his rascal face.

The two sat in the quiet church until noon, chatting quietly until the priest put away "Dragon Babu" and walked towards them.

"Lunch?" asked the benevolent priest, "60 yuan for a communion."

The two ran off again.

The beach in front of the church has been filled, and a small house with a view has been picked up. There are all kinds of desserts, fruits, and specialties. Swimsuits and swimming rings are hung in the most conspicuous places.

Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng each bought a coconut and ate it while walking on the beach.

After the typhoon, the color of the sea is a bit gloomy, and the small snails and crabs on the sand are as busy as usual.The hermit crab living in the snail shell is particularly busy. Yu Dong stood on the sand for a while, and it has already hurriedly crawled over his instep without fear. itch.

Song Fengfeng reminded him not to go too far and pay attention to his shoes, otherwise he would not be able to find them if they were washed away by the waves.

A puppy was running on the sand, its little pink tongue hanging out, panting loudly.

"Does it look like Baozai?" Yu Dong asked, pointing at it.

Song Fengfeng: "Like you."

After he finished drinking the coconut milk, he was reluctant to throw away the coconut, and planned to take it home and cook coconut chicken soup.

"You can even do this?" Yu Dong was curious, "Why have I never drank it?"

Song Fengfeng smiled triumphantly: "I know how to make a lot of things, I guarantee that you will never get tired of eating them every day."

I don’t know who set up a swing on the beach, but it has been blown down by the typhoon. There is also a sign next to the swing saying “Romantic swing, 10 yuan for a group photo”.The two sat next to the swing, Yu Dong handed the coconut to Song Fengfeng, Song Fengfeng bit the straw and continued to drink.

No one spoke.The two wooden plaques in Yu Dong's trouser pocket seemed to have warmth, making his heart feel warm and soft.

The waves came up in waves.The small hole dug by the little crab was immediately smoothed by the sea water, and it became a flat beach without wrinkles.

It seems to be able to swallow all the ups and downs.

"Heifeng." Yu Dong said, "Ten years."

Song Fengfeng bit the straw and stretched out his fingers to count the days: "Exactly ten years?"

"Just right." Yu Dong showed him his watch, "It was probably around this time when I saw you for the first time."

Song Fengfeng smiled: "Liar, do you still remember?"

"Of course." Yu Dong put away his watch, "I have a very good memory."

Song Fengfeng looked at the uniform sea and sky in the distance, and said slowly: "You were... very white. I was thinking, this person is too white, white and beautiful."

Yu Dong put his arms on his knees, pillowed his head on it, and turned to look at Song Fengfeng: "I see, you liked me back then."

Song Fengfeng: "No, no."

Yu Dong: "Yes, right? You even went to my grandma's house to spy on me."

Song Fengfeng smiled: "Is that peeking! You were very indifferent to me at the time, weren't you? Did you?"

Yu Dong: "No, no."

Both of them laughed.

The puppy running around was carried away by a little girl, and kept humming softly.

The two patted the sand on their buttocks, ate a fast food at the little girl's shop, got on the bike, and returned to Xing'an Street along the way they came from.

The sea breeze blew up Yu Dong's hair and clothes, and he couldn't help but slightly wrinkled his eyelids.

"Yu Dong." Song Fengfeng, who was pedaling beside him, suddenly called out to him.

"Huh?" Yu Dong turned to look at him.

The two heavy coconuts in the basket of Song Fengfeng's car collided with the shaking of the car.

"It's nothing, I'll just call you." Song Fengfeng grinned, "Why don't you change?"

They walked through the lush poinciana, through the streets with the breeze and tree shadows, just like every day they spent in school.

It was the long summer that will never, ever go away.

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The author has something to say: The plot of this wishing card happened in Chapter 14.

This is the end of the main text of "Bian Bailang". On February 2th, which is the day of Lichun, I started to update the episode.Hope to see you all then.

The new article is also released in advance, it is a series of articles of "Reverse Travel", and I also hope to see you at that time (although the article will not be published until the second half of the year).

I am very grateful for the company over the past two months, thank you everyone!

PS: I like summer the most among the four seasons.