Grass and Bamboo Horse

Universities have started one after another, and Han Xuan's work is busier than before. The owner of the restaurant also replaced the bicycle Han Xuan was riding with an electric bike. This speed is fast and the delivery efficiency is also high. Han Xuan's salary has also increased from The 80 yuan a day was changed to 100 yuan a day. After experiencing a hot summer, Han Xuan became a lot more black.

However, Han Xuan knows many friends, such as the waiter "Little Bean Sprout" in the restaurant and the chef "Brother Dajian", especially the chef Zhang Dajian has nothing to say to Han Xuan. Zhang Dajian is in his 40s and is tall and strong. Huge, slightly protruding belly reflects the essence of his chef.

Whenever Han Xuan comes back sweating profusely from delivering food, he always shouts at him in the back kitchen, "Xiaoxuan, come quickly," and then he takes out the mung bean soup that he had prepared a long time ago from the refrigerator and hands it to Han Xuan. Xuan, this kind of thing seems to have become a habit, so Han Xuan didn't need to call himself to run directly to the back kitchen after delivering food every day.

At noon today, Han Xuan returned to the restaurant after delivering the food. It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Others in the restaurant had already finished their lunch and went to rest. Go straight to the back kitchen, "Brother Dajian, I'm back, do you have mung bean soup?"

The chefs in the back kitchen have all gone to take a nap after work, and only Dajian is sitting at the table in the back kitchen, "Come on, Xiaoxuan, sit here," Dajian pointed to the chair next to him, and then got up to take something from the refrigerator. He brought out the mung bean soup that he had prepared earlier, and then brought out several dishes.

Han Xuan raised his head and downed a bowl of mung bean soup in one gulp. No wonder he drank it hard. Although it was already September, it was still hot at noon.

After finishing the mung bean soup, Han Xuan started to eat. Dajian sat opposite Han Xuan, "Xiao Xuan, how old is this year?"

"It's 20," Han Xuan said vaguely with his mouth full of rice.

"Have you ever thought about learning a craft?" Dajian looked at Han Xuan and asked seriously.

Han Xuan looked up at Dajian, "I have thought about it, but I don't know what I want to learn?"

"Be my apprentice, and I will teach you how to cook."

Han Xuan stopped holding the vegetables, and looked up at Dajian, "Brother Dajian, I'm not born smart, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn."

"It's okay, just learn it a few times"

"That's fine, thank you Brother Dajian," Han Xuan said as he put down his chopsticks.

"You're welcome, let's eat quickly,"

"En" Han Xuan lowered his head to eat.

Seeing Han Xuan who was hungry and wolfing down, Dajian brought another dish for Han Xuan. In fact, Dajian wanted to teach Han Xuan how to cook not because of a whim, but because he thought the child was pitiful, and he had worked in this restaurant for several years. Yes, I don’t know how many food deliveries I have to replace every summer. In this summer, who wants to go out for a run in such hot weather, and the salary is not high. He didn’t expect this young man who just turned 20 to persevere. Every time he sees After delivering the food, Han Xuan came back with a red face, a thick neck, and sweating profusely. He couldn't bear it. His own son was seventeen or eighteen years old. Take special care of this hard-working child.

Coming home from get off work in the evening, Han Xuan sat on the sofa in a daze after taking a shower. He remembered what Dajian said to him at noon today. "Chef" Han Xuan never thought of being a chef, but he never wanted to pass What do you want to do.

Xu Yuanhang went to work, Han Xuan sat alone in the living room for a while, and when he was about to go back to his room to sleep, his mobile phone rang suddenly, and when he picked up the mobile phone, it was an unfamiliar number, Han Xuan was surprised, how could there be an unfamiliar number calling at such a late hour Come.

Han Xuan answered the phone and said "Hello", his ears perked up to listen to the sound on the phone.

"Are you Han Xuan?" A cold and clean voice came from the other end of the phone, and Han Xuan tightened his grip on the phone, "Well, I am."

"I am Wu Yong,",,,, and then fell silent.

Han Xuan raised his head, he didn't know why he wanted to cry, it seemed like a dream, and it felt like it came true all of a sudden, once he thought they would never meet again, he thought he would never see him again, the childhood friend left without saying goodbye, At this time, Han Xuan's heart finally came to a successful conclusion, and he met him again. This feeling is really good.

After hanging up the phone, Han Xuan suddenly slumped on the sofa. He raised his eyes to look at the empty ceiling, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. At this moment, it seemed that Han Xuan's eyes were full of beautiful peonies.

After changing his clothes, Han Xuan looked in front of the mirror several times before going out. He and Wu Yong made an appointment to meet for a while, although it was almost eleven o'clock at night.

At the gate of the community, Han Xuan stood there with both hands interjected. He was waiting for Wu Yong. They agreed that he would wait for him here, although Wu Yong told him that he would not arrive until half an hour later.

I don't know if the time is running fast or slow, but half an hour later, a motorcycle with a powerful motor and a cool shape stopped at the gate of Hanxuan Community.

Han Xuan stood there without moving, his eyes fixed on the motorcycle that had just stopped not far away. After the motorcycle stopped, the owner of the motorcycle with a black helmet turned his head and looked around. When he saw When Han Xuan was under the light, he looked around uncertainly. Finally, he took off his helmet and got off the motorcycle, and walked towards Han Xuan with long legs.

"You are Han Xuan?" He and Han Xuan looked at each other, and when his voice came out in the night, Han Xuan was stunned.

"En" Han Xuan nodded, he, he is the boy under the big S weeping willow, the owner of the Untitled clothing store, he did not admit his mistake, after ten years, Han Xuan met Wu Yong again.

At this moment, Wu Yong has really grown up, with a handsome appearance and a tall, thin and straight figure, he is still the handsome boy he remembered back then, the reddish boy walking among the green bushes in the crowd.

"Why have you lost weight?" Wu Yong said standing opposite Han Xuan, at this moment Wu Yong's eyes were so clear and cold that no emotion could be seen, as if everything was normal.

"Well," Han Xuanbie started, "I never thought I'd see you again"

"Me too. I went to my grandma's house during the summer vacation. I just saw the note you left for me when I came back." After Wu Yong finished speaking, he raised his hand to touch Han Xuan's cheek, "Did I suffer some serious crime? Why? lost so much weight."

Han Xuan burst into tears as soon as his nose became sore. He had lost weight. When he was 18 years old, he was still a fat man weighing two hundred catties. How could he lose so much weight in just two years? No one in Han Xuan has ever said anything about it. Han Xuan thought that no one would care about his past and experiences.

Han Xuan sniffed and tried his best to hold back the tears. "More than a year ago, I lost my memory. I wandered alone in this city for a while, and then lost weight." In just a few words, he confessed his past Difficulty and sorrow, that was the most terrifying experience in Han Xuan's life. The helplessness and fear of wandering in the street without knowing who he is, Han Xuan will never forget, and now he still often Waking up in this nightmare.

"You live in this community?" Wu Yong looked around and said.

"En" Han Xuan nodded,

"I'll go to your house for a while, and you tell me about your experience slowly." Wu Yong looked at Han Xuan and said.

Han Xuan took Wu Yong back to their rented house. Wu Yong looked it over. It was a simple two-bedroom apartment. "Who do you live with?"

"Xu Yuanhang, do you still remember?"

"En" Wu Yong sat down on the sofa, "How is he now, does he still go to school?"

"No more, I'm working at the bar now," Han Xuan finished, took a glass of water for Wu Yong, and then sat down on the sofa.

"Well, how could you lose your memory?" Wu Yong said after taking a sip of water.

Thinking of the past again, Han Xuan calmed down a lot. He tried his best to maintain a calm state of mind before he said, "I was beaten. I just arrived in City A and lived alone in a rented house. At that time, I didn't know that Brother Yuanhang also worked in City A. My first job was in a restaurant. At that time, their wages were paid in cash. I was paid 2000 yuan a month. When I was paid in the second month, I was caught in an alley on the way home from work. I was knocked out with a stick, not only my salary was robbed, but I also lost my memory when I woke up. I can’t sleep well, I haven’t worked day and night, I’m too tired, I’ve lost weight, many people have sneaked away, I want to run too, but I don’t know where I’m going until half a year has passed , I recovered my memory, so I sneaked out and called the police."

Wu Yong looked at Han Xuan who was narrating the past with a deep and calm expression, he raised a hand and squeezed Han Xuan's shoulder.

Han Xuan went on to say: "Later, the black workshop was seized, but the person who knocked me out was never found. The alley was very dark that night, and there were no cameras." After finishing speaking, Han Xuan bowed his head and did not speak.

Wu Yong patted Han Xuan's head, "Have you been to the hospital for an examination? Is the head injury serious?"

"The doctor said it was transient amnesia."

"Are you afraid?"

Han Xuan looked up at Wu Yong, "At that time or now?"

"At that time," Wu Yong said.

"Very scared," said Han Xuan, and Wu Yong put his arm around Han Xuan's shoulder.

"What then?"

"Later," Han Xuan lowered his head and said in deep thought, "When I just recovered my memory, I was afraid of meeting people and hid in the rented house all day long. After a while, I felt that I couldn't do it all the time, so I just Call my brother, he was going to university in H city at that time, I thought I could go to him, but after the call got through, my brother cried when he heard it was my voice, you know?" Han Xuan said He raised his head and looked at Wu Yong, "I haven't contacted my family since I came out to work, including my brother. That was the first time I called him in this city. He said that I didn't call home when I went to work alone. Called, he didn't know he died outside, but I didn't say a word when I heard my brother was crying, and then it was my brother who contacted Yuanhang brother, and then Yuanhang brother came to pick me up here. After Han Xuan finished speaking, there were faint tears in his eyes.