green tree from forest

I have to go back, or..."

Before I finished speaking, Wen Bo interrupted me: "I'll go back with you."

I replied to Sister Yang Fan, told the driver another address, then shook Wen Bai's hand on his thigh, and said, "I'll treat you to a cake."

"I have to buy something else," he said.

"Of course!" I stared at him, "What do you want to eat?"

I put the sauced beef on my lap, Wen Bai ordered some of the packaging bag, and said, "I've already treated you to the sauced beef, why don't you treat me to something exciting?"

"Then invite you to eat Yanchuan's local specialties. It's very spicy."

It is really spicy, no exaggeration, Xu Dongnan took me to eat it once, although the ingredients are expensive, but after a few mouthfuls, I felt that my stomach was burning, and finally I asked the waiter for a bottle of coconut milk to relieve it Come on.

The outside wind jumped in through the half-open car window, blowing our hair messy, and Wen Bo's voice was caught in the wind: "Okay, then I'll order a few more dishes."

The taxi drove to the door of the coffee shop, and I saw Sister Yangfan standing at the door, making a phone call anxiously.After she saw me, she hung up the phone and nodded to me: "I'll be back in about two hours."

I nodded and said, "Go ahead."

Sister Yang Fan looked at Wen Bai before turning around. I don't know if Wen Bai noticed it, but I did.

A fox is a shrewd and cunning animal. I think sister Yang Fan must have seen something.

There were not many guests this afternoon, so I pulled Wen Bo to a table and sat down, thoughtfully took off the schoolbag on his back, and asked, "What do you want to eat?" I turned around and glanced at today's glass cabinet, and then Said: "Today there are black forests, strawberry pastures, and matcha towel rolls."

Wen Bo said cooperatively: "Then please give me a piece of strawberry pasture."

I turned around to go to the front desk, only to find Xu Dongnan sitting in the corner on the other side of the cafe.

There was a cup of latte on Xu Dongnan's table, and he was writing hard.It was rare for him to be so devoted. I let go of my concern in the past and gave Wen Bai a piece of pink cake.

Strawberry Ranch is my favorite.The cross-season strawberries are ordered by Yang Fan, and they are even sweeter than winter strawberries. For strawberry lovers, I really can't refuse this cake.

I put on a brown apron with "Roadshow" printed on it, and sat at the front desk looking in Wen Bai's direction. Most of the time I watched Wen Bai paint, and occasionally looked past him to see the passers-by outside the glass.

It's summer vacation, and it's steaming outside, and there are often young students who come to the store to chat and pass the time.I can see the expressions of everyone in the seats at the front desk, especially the two girls at the table in front of Wen Bai, who have been staring at Wen Bai and planning something for a long time.

When I turned my eyes to Wen Bo again, I saw that he was still drawing, but there was a smile on his lips.

After about 3 minutes, the two girls came out with their mobile phones.

Apart from the relaxing jazz music in the cafe, there were some small sounds, so I could hear what the two girls said clearly, and I tried my best to divert my attention, just as Xu Dongnan walked over with a serious expression on his face. empty cup.

"what?"

"Refill." Xu Dongnan said.

I took the cup and refilled it for the prince with a blank expression, watching him return to his seat and drink the coffee as a cola.The little brat won't want to sleep tonight, I think.

When I finished serving Xu Dongnan, the two girls had already opened the door and left, while Wen Bai was still scribbling and drawing.

It was close to five o'clock, and Sister Yangfan returned to the store with a dark face and wrapped in hot wind.After putting on the apron, her expression became much gentler.

When she walked up to me to add beans to the machine, I could smell the smoke on her.

Out of concern, I whispered, "What happened?"

Sister Yangfan paused, her eyes were indifferent: "It's nothing, just a little thing." She folded the empty bag, put it in the trash can, then looked at me and said, "Thank you this afternoon, let's take friends to play." She turned to Wen Bo tilted his head in the direction.

I took off the apron and put it in the cabinet, and said in a cheerful tone that I didn't realize: "Then I'm leaving."

The coffee and cakes on the table have been wiped out, I tapped the table with my fingers, waiting for the other party to look up.

"Come on, let's have dinner."

I saw Wen Bo's eyes light up, and he turned off the screen of the tablet.

There is an authentic Yanchuan restaurant near the cafe. The owner is a husband and wife who have been doing business here for 40 to [-] years.

Although the restaurant is small, it has all internal organs, is clean and hygienic, and the tableware is placed in a disinfection cabinet instead of a plastic-sealed set.Even so, Wen Bai habitually scalded two bowls and chopsticks.

"Boiled pork slices? Do you want pork or beef?"

"Beef," said Quince.

"Dried pot fat intestines, boiled okra, and two bowls of rice. Take a look at the menu, is there anything else you want to eat?"

Wen Bai took the menu and ordered a dish of sweet and sour pork that was not Yanchuan, but I liked it very much.

When the bright red pot of boiled beef was served, I felt a dull pain in a certain part of myself.

Wen Bai likes fatty sausages, but I like tofu. The mixed rice with shiitake mushrooms and minced meat on the bottom of the tofu is very delicious, and the spiciness is average. This is my favorite local dish in Yanchuan.

The sweet and sour pork tenderloin in this shop is not amazing. Although it is sweet and sour, it will get greasy after eating too much.

I watched the quince boiled beef and the rice taste delicious. I mustered up the courage to pick out a chopsticks of bean sprouts from a pot of red pepper oil and wiped off the oil on the white rice before eating it. In the end, I was still caught. It was so hot that I opened my mouth and breathed out.

Wen Bai pushed the plate of sweet and sour pork in front of me, and filled my cup with coconut milk, "Drink some, my face will turn red."

After I drank a full glass of coconut milk, my tongue finally felt a lot better, but at the same time, I was almost full, so I could only take a mouthful of food at the seat, watching the quince feast.

After the food on the table was almost eaten, I asked Wen Bai, "Take you to Hongshi Park?" Hongshi Park is a famous scenic spot in Yanchuan, and there is a music fountain show every night.

"No," he said, "I bought a ticket for 07:30 and went back to Belvedere."

I was surprised: "So fast?"

Wen Bai nodded, instead of answering, he changed the subject: "Pay the bill."

There was still half of the sweet and sour pork tenderloin left, so I told the waiter to pack it and turned around to pay the bill first.

When Wen Bai and I walked out of the hotel, it was already 06:30 in the evening, and it took half an hour from the restaurant to the high-speed rail station, which was just in time.

I rushed people to the airport, my back was covered with sweat, I pushed Wen Bo through the security check, but he grabbed my wrist and asked, "When are you going back?"

He added: "The admission notice will be issued immediately, and I need to sign for it myself."

I glanced at the time displayed on the big screen, and said casually, "It's almost there. You go in first, and the ticket check will start right away!"

The temperature on my wrist disappeared, Wen Bai let me go, and said, "You've been here for a long time, go home when you're done playing."

The announcement sounded: "Train G342 is about to start ticket checking..."

I was actually happy that Wen Bo urged me to go home, but considering his orientation, I also knew that he just needed my company as a friend.

"I'll go back at the end of this month!"

When he got the answer, the corners of his mouth finally raised a little, and he nodded and entered the security check.

The author says:

Of course two people want to eat the same cake!Strawberry Ranch is the product name~

After the end, I will write a small episode from Wen Bai's perspective, so that everyone can understand this friend's mental journey.

10, 10

◎Wandering God◎

Back home at night, Xu Dongnan sat motionless on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV that was playing variety shows in front of him, as if he had lost his soul.

I sat down next to him, the sofa was naturally sunken down, but Xu Dongnan was unaffected like an old monk in meditation.

I whispered in his ear: "I packed the Yanchuan family."

Yanchuan's family is the local food manager, and Xu Dongnan is a loyal fan of that restaurant.

Sure enough, when Xu Dongnan heard the words "Yanchuan's family", he turned his head suddenly, his eyes brightened, and asked excitedly: "Where is where!" If there was a tail behind him, it might have turned like a propeller stand up.

"At the dinner table," I said, standing up, "take it yourself."

I went back to the room and took a shower, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the ticket to go home.In view of Xu Dongnan's good performance in the coffee shop today, I didn't urge him to do the questions.

I have a lot of tickets from Yanchuan to Licheng every day, and I am not nervous at all. I checked and called Ms. Xu first, because last time she said she was going to go out to sketch, and I didn’t take it home with me when I went out. the key.

Being desolately shut out of one's own home is not a very pleasant experience.

The phone was connected, and Ms. Xu asked lazily, "What's the matter with my son?"

After I heard my mother's tone of voice, I can confirm that she must not have gone out and is drinking at home right now.

"Shall I go back this Friday?"

"Eh? Don't!"

I was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I want to go to Yanshan to sketch in a few days, and then we will go home together."

I believed my mother's "in a few days", but I waited until next Tuesday, and the talent was long overdue.

That day, I was tasting Yang Fan’s new beans at the coffee shop, when I saw a curly-haired lady wearing sunglasses and a long skirt walk in the door, I took a closer look, who is it if it’s not my mother?

Ms. Xu went straight to the front desk, let go of the suitcase, took off her sunglasses slightly, and said with a smile, "My son looks so good in an apron."

I shook the hand holding the cup and almost spilled the coffee on myself.

Sister Yangfan walked out of the front desk enthusiastically, and reached out to take the suitcase into her hand, "Auntie, I will put the suitcase behind the front desk for you. What do you want to drink, do you want a piece of cake?"

Naturally, I couldn't let another lady carry the luggage, so I put down the glass and lifted the box behind the front desk, so that I wouldn't be afraid of losing it.

Ms. Xu probably bought a new skirt specially for coming to Yanchuan, with a black background and ink carp on the skirt. As the skirt rises and falls, the carps seem to be swimming.This is probably a suspender skirt. Ms. Xu also put on a short-sleeved black suit for sun protection, and she looks a bit like a female president.

"Give me a latte, and a matcha cake, and I'll sit there." She pointed to the seat by the window.

"Okay." After I finished speaking, I immediately acted, ready to let my mother have a taste of my craft.

In Ms. Xu's position, she can just look up and see the mountains in the distance, because the altitude gradually rises as the street goes up, showing an uphill trend. When the weather is good, you can see the scenery of white clouds surrounding the mountains.The graceful mountain appears and disappears behind the clouds, like a shy girl, so Yanshan is also called Girl Mountain by the locals.

Sure enough, when I brought the coffee and cake over, my mother had already taken out the sketchbook and started drawing with a needle pen.

There are especially many people on the street today, which is very strange during this non-commuting time.I couldn't help but looked outside frequently, and saw a few young men carrying statues of gods and Buddhas behind them.The young man's movements were steady, the statue moved forward without crookedness, and the person following behind dropped a small piece of firecracker after walking a few steps. The red firecracker was blown to fine pieces, and the confetti drifted to every corner with the wind.

I find it strange that people on the street have no objection to such a big battle, and some even go to the door and put their hands together, watching reverently.

Sister Yangfan saw my doubts, and explained in a low voice: "This is a local custom called wandering gods. The locals invite gods and Buddhas to patrol the borders to bless everyone's safety and prosperity."

I know that the local people in Yanchuan have many superstitious activities, but this is the first time I have seen such a sensation.

I asked Sister Yangfan: "Isn't Yanchuan ban on setting off firecrackers?"

Sister Yangfan still kept her eyes on the street, following the line of people, "Who would want to stop it? That's unlucky. Besides, there are few people today. I've seen larger-scale ones before." .” She patted my arm and said, “Hey, make a wish.”

I watched Sister Yangfan put her palms together and closed her eyes, and then she closed her eyes and began to recite silently in her heart.

The vigorous team disappeared from our field of vision, and the surroundings returned to calm. I quietly moved to my mother's side, and sure enough, I saw that she had recorded the scene just now.

Because of the arrival of Ms. Xu, Sister Yangfan asked me to leave work early before the meal time.

The scene in the afternoon seemed to appear out of thin air, and then disappeared out of thin air. Today, the streets are still full of modernization.

I was worried that Ms. Xu couldn't walk in small high heels, so I took a taxi to the mall and found a private kitchen with good reviews.

Although my mother's cooking skills are average, she is very self-aware, so she often takes me out to restaurants on weekends when there are no classes. Both of us are full of praise for the dishes!

My mother and I ransacked all four dishes, and even ate every grain of rice.

Looking at the empty trays on the table, I rubbed my belly, satisfied, and asked, "Mom, did you tell uncle about your visit?"

My mother leaned on the back of the chair and replied: "No, I booked a homestay at the foot of the mountain by myself, so I won't be crowded with you."

There is a pavilion in the middle of the lake on Yanshan Mountain, which has a wonderful scenery. It is said that it is even more amazing when it encounters drizzling weather.But I have only seen the video on the Internet, and I have never seen it with my own eyes.

"Mom, I want to go with you tomorrow."

Ms. Xu took the bill from the table, got up to pay the bill, and agreed casually: "Okay, just help me carry my painting tools."

I sent my mother to the homestay at the foot of Yanshan Mountain and checked the living conditions carefully before leaving.

On the way back, I sent Wen Bai a WeChat message: Tomorrow I will go to the Huxin Pavilion on Yanshan Mountain with my mother to see the scenery, and I will take pictures for you then.

Wen Bai replied quickly: If I didn't have something to do, I would have gone with Aunt Xu.

At that time, I didn't know whether his "something happened" was true or not, but later I learned that his parents have returned from abroad one after another in the past few days, and they are going through divorce procedures.

The author says:

make this chapter short

It is expected to end in the middle of the month, and the next article wants to open folklore-related topics, and it may also fill in the old sayings first...

11, 11

◎Fake coming out◎

The sky in Yanchuan in July is always clear and clear. Except for the occasional brief afternoon rainstorm, the ground is scorched every day. It is no exaggeration to say that an egg on the ground can be cooked.

I got up early in the morning when I made an appointment with Ms. Xu to go up the mountain to play together. After packing up my things, my uncle called me to stop, took out a fresh-keeping box from the refrigerator, heated it until it was slightly cool, and stuffed it to me, saying: "You guys take your lunch with you." After speaking, she went back to her room and continued to sleep.

I opened my eyes, and the warmth gradually rose.Inside is a roast duck, a specialty of Belvedere, most likely brought back from the airport.

Although my uncle and my mother live in different cities, and we don't see each other a few times a year, our relationship remains the same.

I still remember when my dad just left, my uncle just started working, he was busy like a top every day, but he still took time to take me to KFC McDonald's in Belvedere, so as to relieve the pain of losing my father and the pressure of my mother's spiritual life .

Ms. Xu couldn't help crying when she faced me at that time. When my uncle took me to McDonald's, he always said: "Your mother doesn't have any problems with you, she's just too sad." Of course I know, because People always say that I look more like my father.

My uncle has never been good at words, but I can always find comfort in his words.

I put the crisper firmly in my bag, and went to the convenience store to buy breakfast and a few rice balls for lunch with the roast duck.

Last weekend, there were only a few scattered people in the bus in the early morning, all sitting in the last few rows, some going to work and some coming off work, shaking their heads and dozing off.

I found a seat by the window and sat down, shaking with the bus. The driver's driving skills are a bit wild today.

The temperature at this moment is cooler than any Yanchuan morning I have ever experienced. I looked at the distance, and there were large and small gray clouds moving with the wind among the white clouds, and I suddenly felt something bad.

I hurriedly called Ms. Xu, but the phone picked up with two beeps: "What's the matter, son?"

While paying attention to the clouds in the sky, I asked my mother: "Mom, it seems to be raining."

Ms. Xu replied calmly: "Yes, the weather forecast says it will rain today, and you don't read the weather forecast?"

As soon as the voice fell in my ear, the downpour of rain slammed down, collided with the bus, and made a loud noise.

I just looked at the sky in the distance, completely oblivious to the dark clouds above my head, and feeling this refreshing morning foolishly.

"Remember to bring something to eat, I don't know if there are restaurants on the mountain."

I replied: "I brought water, a few rice balls, and a sandwich for you."

"I've had breakfast at the hotel, so save the sandwich for lunch."

The bus is still going on, and the destination is a bus stop not far from the hotel.I took out my phone and checked the weather. It showed that the rain would not stop in a short time, but it tended to decrease.

I hugged the backpack tightly and sighed a long time. Fortunately, the fabric of the schoolbag is waterproof.

The few passengers got off the bus one after another, and I was the only one who arrived at the Yanshan bus station. Fortunately, the heavy rain turned into a drizzle, so that I would not be too embarrassed.

When I walked into the B&B with wet hair, my mother had already prepared a towel, stuck it on roughly, and rubbed it against my head.

"Hurry up and wipe it first, and be careful of catching a cold later."

My sight was covered by a snow-white towel, "Okay, I'll do it myself." I took the towel from my mother and did it myself.

Ms. Xu helped me dry the surface of my schoolbag, put some other food and supplies in it, and said while doing it: "I wanted to ask Xiaobai to come with me, but his parents came back."

I paused as I wiped my hair, my face was covered under the towel, and I asked, "Aunt and uncle are back?"

My mother zipped up her schoolbag, turned around to check the painting utensils, and said, "Yes, it seems that the family is going out to play. It should be to celebrate the end of Xiaobai's college entrance examination."

As if sensing something unusual about me, Ms. Xu turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Xiaobai didn't tell you?"

I was busy continuing what I was doing: "He must have been busy and forgot, after all, the family was reunited." Looking at it like this, Wen Bai probably didn't tell Ms. Xu about that, so I didn't dare to point it out.

She pulled the clothes on my body, told me to take them off, and said: "Xiaobai is so independent that it makes people feel distressed. He doesn't like to trouble others. If I were his father and mother, I would have been reluctant to let the child come back. When I was young, I was more than you." He is also likable, white and tender, and well-behaved, whose parents would not praise him when they saw him when he was in school."

I pursed my lips to show dissatisfaction, but what my mother said was the truth. I have no other characteristics except for a pair of big watery eyes, but Wen Bai is different. He is like a lovely Samoyed relative. When I was a child As soon as the uncles and aunts in the community saw him, they pulled their children up to say hello to Wen Bai, and patted his pretty face.

Once I imitated the grown-up and touched his face, maybe it was because of poor strength or something, Wensamoyebo pressed me on the sofa and beat me up. At that time, I was shamelessly crying , alarmed Wen Bai's parents who hadn't left the country yet, and Wen Bai was spanked for this.

When I went to see him the next day, he lay on the bed with tears in his eyes and stared at me, and reluctantly accepted the birthday present I gave him in front of his mother.

Forgot to say, our birthdays are only one day apart, and I was born one day later than him.

Probably because I ran fast enough, only the bottom half of the shirt I was wearing was wet. After Ms. Xu dried it for me with a hair dryer, we slowly went up the mountain.

The altitude of Yanshan is high or low. Ms. Xu prepared a raincoat and an umbrella, and we walked up the mountain slowly in the drizzle.

There are only a few tourists on the road, and both sides of the road are lush and green. Fortunately, there is not much fog, and you can overlook Yanchuan on the mountainside.I looked up at the climbing mountain road, and walked up behind Ms. Xu.

"Look, your physical fitness is not as good as mine."

Although what my mother told the truth, I still responded unconvinced: "I will exercise when I go back!"

Since we started late and walked slowly, it took nearly two hours to reach the halfway up the mountain.

There must have been a heavy rain last night on the mountain, and the mountain stream was roaring, and it didn't stop for a moment. Suddenly, I thought of having a chat with Ms. Xu.Frankly speaking, my mother and I are more like friends than mother and son. We rely on each other and occasionally confide our thoughts to each other, but most of the time we are in our own independent space. She described her own life in the study. In the spiritual world, I do what I want in my room, whether it is impulsive or deliberate.

I walked quickly to Ms. Xu from the rear, put away my umbrella and got into her small umbrella.She was immersed in her own world, startled by my actions: "What are you doing?"

I tipped the umbrella towards my mother and said, "Mom, I have something to tell you."

Ms. Xu frowned slightly, and asked, "Say it, it's mysterious."

There were almost no tourists passing by, and the sound of the water was endless, I still cautiously bowed my head slightly, and said beside my mother: "Mom, I think I seem to like boys."

Ms. Xu stopped walking, and we happened to be standing on the same platform, so I stopped too.

"Which boy do you like? Xiaobai?" She turned her head and looked at me.

My mother's directness made me turn my head in embarrassment. Fortunately, I was on the platform, otherwise this step might slip.

"You know it all and say it, can't you save me some face?"

Ms. Xu burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but look over, seeing that her brows and eyes were relaxed, and my heart was relieved, and the burden was halved.

"I think you are going to say something earth-shattering, don't you just like boys." She started to walk up.

At this time, the rain gradually stopped, leaving only the raindrops on the leaves and mountains blown by the wind.I put away my umbrella, followed quickly, and asked, "Other people's parents think this is abnormal, are you not angry?"

Ms. Xu walked briskly, as if she was not affected at all: "I am an artist anyway, as long as it doesn't endanger your life, I can accept it." After she finished speaking, she turned to look at me and asked: " You know what I mean? It’s okay to like boys, but you can’t mess with them.”

"The person I like," I continued after a pause, "What do you think?"

"This is the person you like. Why do you ask me? Besides, we both know exactly what kind of person Xiaobai is." My mother stopped again and said on the stairs: "However, are you sure that you like Xiaobai? That kind of liking, not the closeness between relatives? After all, in the eyes of outsiders, you are like brothers."

Ms. Xu's words are true. Eight out of ten people in the community who don't understand the situation think that we are brothers who are related by blood.

I didn't know how to answer, so I had to follow my mother, looking down at the stone stairs going up.

Ms. Xu took out a bottle of water from the side of my backpack, drank a couple of sips and said, "Maybe you can think again about your feelings for Xiaobai. You are the only one, and you have never been in a relationship, so take your time." She hurriedly explained: "Mom doesn't mind that you like the same sex, gender is not important to me!"

Both of us were wearing raincoats, and the plastic was rustling. I put my arms around my mother's arm and said affectionately, "Mom, you are so kind."

My mother snorted and said, "How am I, you didn't know before?"

The slightly steep mountain road ended suddenly, and the field of vision also opened up. Inadvertently, we had already reached the top of the mountain.

At the same time, my heart became brighter. Although my coming out was questioned, after getting the approval of Ms. Xu, I became a little more calm about my feelings.

Although my mother and I have encountered accidents in life, thankfully, our relationship has become closer because of this. We have nothing to say and try our best to accommodate each other.

The dark clouds in the morning have dissipated, and standing on the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of Yanchuan, which has been washed fresh by the rain. Ms. Xu and I tacitly took out our cameras at the same time to take pictures of this bustling city without losing its ancient charm.

Leaving the viewing platform, we continued to the Huxin Pavilion and had lunch on a bench not far from our destination.

I just wanted to throw the duck leg bones into the rubbish, but Ms. Xu stopped me: "It's not easy to dispose of the rubbish on the mountain, let's take it down by ourselves."

So I took out the convenience store bags and used them as trash bags.

The roast duck my uncle bought is very fragrant, and even reheating does not affect its quality. Even Ms. Xu, who has tasted all kinds of roast ducks, is full of praise.

I eat faster than my mother. After eating, I hold the garbage bag and wait while sending fresh photos to Wen Bai.

I thought he was finally reunited with his family, and he should be busy talking to his parents at this time, but I didn't expect to receive a reply soon: What a beautiful scenery, let's go together when school starts!

The author says:

Because Cong Cong is not clear enough about his feelings, I call this "false coming out", that is, he is not completely sure that the person he likes now and in the future will definitely be a boy.Just like what we usually call "pseudo-myopia", if Cong Cong is rejected by Wen Bai at this time, it is entirely possible to fall in love with a girl.

The manuscript has been saved and sent, because there are other things at the same time as the codeword, so it will be updated every two days in the future, maybe there is an accidental update and it is unknown, anyway, thank you for reading =3=

In addition, I still think highly of myself, I should not be able to write the novella...

12, 12

◎Talk about the world of [-] cents◎

Hungry, Ms. Xu gnawed on the chicken legs, while paying attention to her son who had just "come out" and asked, "Where are you chatting with Xiaobai?"

While nodding in agreement, I asked Wen Bai in WeChat if he had eaten.

He replied: In Yunyan Seafood Restaurant, how about you?

Yunyan Seafood Restaurant is a famous seafood restaurant in Belvedere. It is said that the big fish and prawns in it are the spoils of the boss and his relatives and friends who also like sea fishing, so you must make an appointment in advance before you come.Ms. Xu and I have been ranked once in so many years. Of course, it is mainly because we are not active enough.

Ms. Xu tied up the garbage bag, took the painting bag and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion, "You talk, I'll go first."

I reached out to take it, reconfirmed that the bag was fastened tightly, put it into the backpack, and replied to Wen Bai's message.I took a picture of the scenery in front of me and sent it to him, saying: On the mountain, I just finished eating roast duck and rice balls.

Wen Bo: I read online that the admission notice will be issued soon.

I knew at a glance that there was something in his words, so I replied: I will go home this weekend.

Although I don't know the expression of Wen Bai on the other side of the screen, I couldn't help laughing anyway, the reason is self-evident.

Wen Bo didn't continue this topic, but quickly sent photos of several delicious dishes, such as freshly roasted lobster, braised abalone, braised oyster noodles, etc., several of which I have never tried.

I asked him: Is the braised noodles really so delicious?It was sold out when I went there.

The stewed noodles at Yunyan Seafood Restaurant are the best in Belvedere. I heard that the oysters are fresh and sweet, and they are served only after the customers order. The noodles are also hand-pulled on the same day.

Out of curiosity, I clicked on the picture again and found that there seemed to be a small quail egg inside.

Quince: It's delicious, but there are quail eggs in it.

As a result, my interest in this dish has been reduced by a third, because I don't eat quail eggs.

Wen Bo sent a few more photos, and I saw that it was a vermicelli scallop and a painting, in which there was a little girl with braids.Before I could ask, he had already sent an explanation: It was wrong, it was my cousin.

I replied: I have eaten scallops from his family, the garlic is very fragrant!

After thinking about it, I sent another one: The little girl is very cute!

Wen Bo: She's cute when she's not crying, but she's a little devil when she's crying!

Me: Hard to disagree.

I was still fiddling with my phone when Ms. Xu sent me a message: Are you still here?

I quickly return: it's coming!

I hastily said goodbye to Wen Bo, picked up my bag and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion.

The surface of the lake after being baptized by the rain looks clearer, and the four corners of the pavilion are raised cornices. At this moment, there are a few fat little sparrows standing there, moving in silence.

Although it was the weekend, due to the weather and time period, my mother was the only one in the pavilion at this time. I walked over quickly and saw that her drawing board had been covered with color blocks.

Although Ms. Xu has excellent painting skills, I obviously did not inherit the genes of this series.My mother once took me to some exhibitions to look at paintings, but in my eyes, apart from inexplicable lines, there were inexplicable color blocks, and I failed to understand what they wanted to express.

Later, the task of visiting the exhibition with Ms. Xu was given to Wen Bai, and I was in charge of housekeeping.

When going down the mountain, I asked Ms. Xu: "Mom, I'm going back on the weekend, why don't you come with me?"

Ms. Xu was still wearing her sun hat, and the black ribbon on the hat was swaying with her movements, "I'll go back tomorrow. I have a manuscript to hand in tomorrow. I forgot it before I came."

"Oh, then I'll go back by myself then."

"Go back by yourself, you are considered an adult, what can you do if you get lost?" She stopped, "Oh yes, remember to ask your uncle where you bought the roast duck these days."

"Got it." I said, reaching out to take the other bag off her back, "This bag is light, I'll carry it on the front."

The sun sets late in summer, and it was still bright when we went down the mountain. Only then did I find out that the small courtyard of the hotel is a small restaurant. Although it is located in a scenic spot, the price is similar to that in the urban area.The menu is all Yanchuan local dishes, the only difference is that the ingredients below indicate that the ingredients come from their own land.

When I returned to my uncle's house, I still chose the bus.

The bus bound for the city was full of people of all kinds, going up and down.I was trapped between several middle-aged men, and I could only hold the backpack in front of me with one hand and the handrail with the other, and swayed with the car like seaweed.

The phone in my trousers pocket vibrated suddenly, I reached out to find it, it was Wen Bai, but before I clicked to answer, the driver suddenly braked suddenly, the phone flew out of his hand, and hit the ground with a click.

I couldn't move in the crowd at all, and I could only let the default ringtone continue to ring until the car stopped slowly at the red light, and a kind person picked up the phone and handed it over.

The phone is strong and unexpectedly there are no cracks on the screen.

I took the phone, thanked the loud radio in the car, and then turned on the screen to send a message to Wen Bai. In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, I quickly put the phone in my pocket after sending it.

Xu Dongnan was going to a cram school tonight, but the math teacher moved the class to the evening because of family affairs.My uncle works late today, and I have to pick up his son around ten o'clock.

Throwing myself into the sofa covered in sweat, I took out my phone and found that Wen Bai didn't reply, so I made a call directly.

After waiting for a while, Wen Bai picked it up, but he didn't speak for a long time, which made me think the call was not connected, so I looked at the screen again and again, and after confirming that it was indeed connected, I asked, "Mubai?"

He said "hmm", a little hoarse.

I turned over and sat up, and quickly asked, "What happened? I was on the bus just now."

It was very quiet on Wen Bo's side, his sniffing movements came clearly, and his voice was weak: "It's nothing, I just want to call you, it's too boring."

I began to wonder if Wen Bo had just cried, because the voice was really abnormal, but it was very similar to the voice that complained to me after being beaten when I was a child.

But I didn't dare to ask, so I just said, "Oh, have you had dinner yet? I drank chicken soup tonight, and I'm going to pick up my brother from school later."

"Your brother is already so old, do you still need someone to pick him up?"

"The electric facilities are being repaired near the community where the teacher lives. The street lights are not on, and there are several alleys to pass through. It is not safe. Besides, I have nothing to do, so I will take a walk."

As I was talking, I lay down again. I wanted to surprise him by not telling him about going home on the weekend, but I didn’t expect him to ask in the next sentence: "Aunt Xu said that you will go home on the weekend. It’s Saturday." Or Sunday?"

Good guy, it turns out