innocent year

Xu Minghai drove his white Wrangler around the bustling frontier three times.Seeing that a Cherokee finally passed by the side of the road, he immediately turned the wheel to the right, turned the steering wheel twice, and drove the car's buttocks into it.

"Go." Xu Minghai gave an order, and then took Zheng Xiaojun for a walk to the Zhengyang Market on West Street.

These days, the weather in Beijing is surprisingly good. "Olympic blue" is like a big hand, covering the sky above the Forty-Nine City tightly.The sky was so clear that smoke was coming out, the sun shone brightly on Xu Minghai's exposed skin in summer, it felt like a layer of chili powder had been sprinkled on it.

"I said brother," Zheng Xiaojun, who was building an awning with his hands, took small steps while panting, "Can't you leave me at the door first and then look for a parking space? Look at my delicate skin and tender flesh, how can I stand up to it?" so sunburnt?"

Xu Minghai didn't bother to talk to him, just walked forward in big strides, then turned left at the intersection, and he arrived at his destination.

Today, the crowded scene of the past has long since disappeared, and the "KFC Chicken" on the third floor has been reduced to only one floor.But the white-haired old man, full of energy and smiling, is still there, looking at people who come and go north and south every day, without saying a word, and has been guarding for 20 years.

Xu Minghai greeted the old man silently in his heart, then opened the door and walked in.The chilly air in the room seemed to be free of money, which made him shiver.

It's past meal time now, and there aren't many people in the huge restaurant.Xu Minghai went to the counter and ordered two set meals, and then Zheng Xiaojun added a bunch of snacks in a hurry.After paying the money, Xu Minghai took his things and walked towards a window-side location, Zheng Xiaojun followed him, still muttering something.

Xu Minghai put the plate on the table, sat on the chair by himself, and gently moved his chin towards the other party: "You take a seat first, and catch your breath before pushing."

Zheng Xiaojun sat down, biting the hamburger furiously while gulping down iced Coke.It took a long time before I could free my mouth to complain: "Yeah, I won't rub against your car again, I almost died of starvation on the way."

"Didn't you cry and say you're greedy for KFC?" Xu Minghai slowly licked the sundae in the cup, "Don't eat buns for nothing and think you're ugly."

"But this street is full of KFC, why do we have to come from Xizhimen to the front door?" Zheng Xiaojun gave Xu Minghai a hat, "You are clearly child abuse!"

"I was full and abused you with delicious food and drink?" Xu Minghai said angrily, "Besides, are there any children your age?"

"Please answer my question directly." Zheng Xiaojun held the plain chicken in his hand and took a hard bite.

"I just like it here." Xu Minghai's handsome face remained calm, "There's no reason."

Zheng Xiaojun looked at the other party's trying to cover up, and asked sourly: "Is it... whoever you are dating here?"

Xu Minghai snorted softly: "Stinky boy, you are quite good at associating. How could we have such good conditions as you children at that time?"

"Hey, when is 'that time'?" Zheng Xiaojun pressed his curiosity into the vinegar jar to inquire about the enemy's situation.

Xu Minghai subconsciously rubbed the tooth-mark tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand, calculated the year in his mind, and then had the rare patience to tell the post-90s about ancient times: "It was almost 18 years ago. The serious person sitting under your buttocks is the number one in China and Beijing." KFC. Then came the McDonald’s over Wangfujing.”

"It's so commemorative..." Zheng Xiaojun twisted his neck back and forth, looked around, and said, "Then the fried chicken and mashed potatoes 18 years ago taste the same as now?"

Xu Minghai didn't know how to explain to the half-grown child in his eyes what is right and wrong.He straightened his body and looked around the restaurant, and his gaze was involuntarily caught by a big black man who was wolfing down food in the distance.

Eighty percent of them are basketball players who came to participate in the Olympics, Xu Minghai thought to himself.

"elder brother?"

"It's more delicious than the current one," Xu Minghai urged him with his gaze back, "It's quick, I'll take you home after eating, so your mother won't bother you."

"When you were my age, did your mother always call you? We are really in the same boat." After Zheng Xiaojun finished speaking, he looked at Xu Minghai with that kind of hazy eyes, and said tiredly, "Brother , anyway, who of yours doesn't know where it is at all, so think about me again."

"I think about your second uncle." Xu Minghai frowned, "Will you go?"

"I know I'm going to miss you all day long, I don't even have a smile, I'm blinded by such a handsome face..."

Zheng Xiaojun pursed his mouth and muttered something in a low voice, and quickly stood up after eating the last mouthful with drooping eyebrows.Then, while Xu Minghai was putting the tray on the trash bin, he took out the latest Sony Ericsson X1 and took a selfie of himself at the first KFC in Beijing.

The two of them walked out of the restaurant on their front feet, and the big man on his back foot wiped his mouth with a tissue and stood up.As the iron tower-like body suddenly disappeared, a person sitting alone behind him was revealed with his whole beard and shadow.

With his arms crossed and his elbows folded, he was looking sideways through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the nine-foot-nine front door building outside.The man's Qingjun face was expressionless, and his temperament was harsh and difficult to get close to, but his eyes were gentle, and his narrow leek-like eyelids seemed to be mixed with some kind of smoky and rainy tenderness.

After a long time, he finally drank the coffee in the cup mixed with a lot of sugar and milk, and then walked slowly from the restaurant to the bustling street outside.

At this moment, the sound of Langguan was heard in the air, and Qiushi subconsciously raised his head to look for the long-lost pigeon whistle.The hot sun made people feel a little dizzy for a while.He squinted his eyes, and through the halos of different sizes, the images in his memory slowly became clear like negatives in acidic fixer.

He saw a young man pedaling hard to cross the streets and alleys.The almost transparent white hurdling vest hung on his body, and the back muscles shrugged, showing strength and beauty under the scorching sun.And the person sitting in the back seat of this jet-black shiny [-]-bar is his teenage self.

The cyclist arrived at the gate of the courtyard with a whirling sound like a shooting star, then squeezed the brake with both hands, put one leg on the ground, and turned his head to look at Qiushi.I saw his thin and stern lips curled up to both sides, and a dimple immediately appeared on his sharp-edged face.

"Guozi, you're home."

Qiushi didn't get out of the car, deliberately delaying the time to enter the hospital.

"Little Ancestor," Xu Minghai said with a helpless expression, "You should appreciate your face, get out of the sedan chair quickly, and let's go back to the palace for dinner."

Standing on the street of his hometown, Qiushi recalled the tone and demeanor of Xu Minghai when he called him "Little Ancestor", and suddenly felt as if he had been shot in the chest, making his limbs tremble and his heart boil.