Moonlight Variations

Chuli took Zhouchuan to the alley near the back door of a middle school near his community-it was dinner time around 7 o'clock in the afternoon, and the whole street was very lively. The students carrying school bags in front of the skewers were in groups; the fruit sellers; the traditional cakes sellers, the whole street was crowded with dangdang...

Most of the small restaurants and milk tea shops on the street are also full of students-they are all those who have finished class in the second and third year of high school, waiting to go back to study in the evening after dinner, and they are crowded in a small restaurant. Here, order a meal ranging from five to ten yuan, and most people have a cup of milk tea in front of them, chatting and waiting for food.

In the ears are summer cicadas, and the earth that has just been violently roasted in the day passes the last residual heat through the flip flops to the palms of the feet-people not far away are noisy, some are chatting about gossip, some Some are talking about recent exam questions, some are complaining about the heavy workload, and some are discussing popular stars or TV dramas...

——A very lifelike evening street.

A cart selling mangoes passed by a roadside puddle, and the splashing dirty water almost splashed on pedestrians. A group of female students screamed and screamed and ran away. The fruit seller in the cart quickly apologized... Yu Guang said this dynamic. In the eyes of the scene, Hikawa's eyebrows trembled greatly, and the first reaction of standing at the street was to turn his head and walk back-but Chuli, who knew he would come to this set, stood behind him like a gatekeeper. , The first time the man turned around, stretched out his hands and grabbed him: "Are you not going to eat?!"

Shirakawa: "I went back to order takeaway. It's hot, dirty and messy."

"It's also called dirty and messy. Which fairy palace did you come from, the little fairy—teacher, stop me!" Chuli pulled the man who insisted on leaving back with the force of milking. .

"Yu Yao didn't tell you what I hate most about people?"

"The position I competed for was an'editor' and not a'nanny'!"

"...Then you know now."

"Don't even think about going anywhere, just eat here tonight-you have to be a bit popular when you are bored at home every day!"

"I do not."

"..."

...

ten minutes later.

The students sitting at the door of a built-in restaurant at the end of the street stared dumbfoundedly at a young lady in her twenties and a shaggy uncle who was more than half a head taller than her and scuffled into the store-a young lady Carrying two cups of milk tea in his hand, and the other hand holding the uncle’s elbow, while yelling "two portions of cumin beef and eggplant" with the boss, he passed through the crowded shop and pushed the uncle to the corner near the air conditioner. Sit down somewhere... the uncle struggled, whispered something, and finally landed on one-third of the four-legged bench, and calmed down aggrievedly.

The young lady put the milk tea between the two and sat down opposite the uncle. The two looked at each other blankly for a few seconds. The young lady said, "Welcome to the world."

students:"……"

Chuli took out a cup of milk tea, made a small cut on the edge of the cup with a small plastic piece, and then stuffed the cup with cheese milk foam on the upper half and iced tea on the lower half into the man's hand... the man took it and looked at it. He hesitated, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket that he didn't know where it came from, wiped it on the lid carefully, and then took a sip.

students:"……"

Chu Li rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

Chu Li: "Doesn't it taste good?"

Hikawa put down the cup: "It's okay."

Chuli glanced at him, opened her own milk cover, took a big sip to drive away the heat that came along, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and said, "This kind of small shop chair is no better than yours. The chair at home, you sit for a third in such a sulky manner, and you have to turn on the floor in a while."

Hearing this, the man didn’t say anything. He just reluctantly moved his **** after finishing and looked around—in fact, although the exterior looks dilapidated, the whole shop is still clean, with snow-white tiles. The electric fan must be clean and squeaky, and the wind from the air conditioner does not smell strange...

The kitchen is transparent. The uncle who cooks the vegetables puts a lot of eggplants into the pot and fries them with garlic. Then when the fire is high, add oil. When the eggplants are flattened down, add beef strips, seasonings, cumin...More oil , The eggplant can be made into puree; the hand must be fast so that the beef will not be fried too much——

Finally, the owner's wife picked up the two casseroles from the coal fire and opened the lid, and put the savory cumin beef into two casseroles with a large spoon.

Fifteen seconds later, the two casserole and cumin beef were placed in front of them...Hirukawa looked at the little girl sitting opposite him and cheered, put down the milk tea cup, stared at the fragrant rice in front of him, and opened it. A pair of disposable chopsticks, after rubbing the small thorns on the top skillfully——

Passed the chopsticks under the man's eyes.

Jiukawa was stunned, raised his hand to take the chopsticks, did not move, and stared at Chuli again pulling out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, still breaking it neatly, rubbing, and then poking the chopsticks into the casserole in front of him. Let the scent of rice burst into the sky...

The only thing in her eyes was the rice bowl in front of her, a serving of twelve yuan, but it seemed to make her eyes shine--

While feeling "Why is this little girl so grounded", the man squeezed the chopsticks in his hand and watched the person on the other side immersed himself in bitterness...

Looking at him, he was still disgusted with "what the **** place is so noisy and hot and so messy" for the last second, and suddenly felt that he was also hungry.

Hikawa: "..."

The fall of a generation of literary gods.

The noble son goes to the beginning of the depravity.

The elegant and non-smoke spiritual life is going away.

The meal standard of one hundred yuan could not be ordered for dinner was silently broken.

Hikawa raised his chopsticks and immersed himself in the meal.

Chuli was also busy picking up rice. When her empty stomach was finally filled with some food, her speed slowed down. She habitually raised her ears to listen to the gossip of the students around her. Suddenly heard familiar nouns suddenly pierced into my ears——

"Ahhhhh, did you see that, Hirokawa Tada just tweeted! He is still alive! He has not been arrested by the police!"

Caught by the police? Chuli black question mark face.

"Really? Really, let's take a look at me-the holding grass actually sent it out, what does'I'm seduced by light' mean... I haven't appeared for so many days and suddenly a sentence like this pops up, don't be crazy Got it."

"How do I feel like I'm in love."

"Who do you say my husband is in love with?! Who?!"

"Leave a comment and ask—what do you mean, are you in love? If you say yes, you will marry me when I grow up—send it, and the comment is successful."

"...By the way, I would like to ask him when he updates. My roommate wants to watch him update before he died... But Dad just appeared, so it's not good to remind him? How do you need to pay attention to the drama first and then remind you?"

"I'm afraid of urging, the comments are about 30,000 or 40,000 and half are cheering, "You are still alive," and half are cheering, "When will you be updated?"

"What if we are driven crazy by any chance?"

Amidst the chattering discussion, Chu Li turned his head and found that a few girls in school uniforms were huddling together like a group of birds, their heads moved to the phone of the little girl in the middle, pointing, and the discussion continued... …

Chuli raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the huge fans are real. You can meet them wherever you go, and you can bump into a group of them when you eat a bowl of rice. See how a man reacts when he finds that he is loved by a group of female high school students...

Surprisingly, he discovered that the man sitting opposite him was eating quietly with his original posture and speed, and occasionally drank a sip of milk...

He sits steadily like a mountain.

As if he hadn't heard it, a discussion about him was taking place.

At this moment, even if he was unshaven, wearing a shirt, big pants and flip-flops, sitting in the crowd, he still looked extraordinary.

——The topic of several high school girls behind has changed from "Is Hiukawa crazy?" and began to discuss "Look at the uncle behind who has shaved and looks handsome", "Fuck, maybe it's not the uncle but the brother" etc. The remarks are proof.

Chu Li smiled and squinted.

The man still didn't look up, but he finally reacted when Chuli started to laugh, and said lightly: "Laughing at the man who is eating is like a pervert. Your hobby is a bit special."

Accustomed to his ridicule, Chu Li's smile remained unchanged, with one hand propped on his chin: "Isn't it good? Sitting among high school students, have a meal, and feel the breath of youth..."

"The meal is good, let alone the high school students." Hikawa put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "Noisy ears."

Chuli thought for a while and lifted his chin from his hand: "Really? I think it's pretty good. People are like this. When I was in elementary school, I looked forward to junior high school, and junior high school looked forward to high school. High school thought I was in **** and looked forward to university. … As a result, I graduated from university and started working, but I suddenly found that the purest and happiest time in my life seemed to be in high school. It was so good at that time. I don’t have to worry about anything. Friends crowded the roadside stalls to eat together, and taught themselves to shoot mosquitoes in the evening—"

Chuli said that he laughed again: "At that time, every day I heard the Chinese teacher overtime and the teacher chanting, "You are the worst class I have ever brought." However, the exam failed, and she accompanied us again. cry."

Hiukawa didn't speak.

Chuli drank a mouthful of milk, and glanced at the man sitting across from the edge of the cup: "Aren't you a childless or hard-hearted person? Don't you miss your school days at all? When a writer is like a corpse How can I impress others..."

Zhou Chuan took out his change and put it on the table: "You are drinking milk tea, not wine. Don't make excuses for nonsense."

First gift: "..."

Putting down the money, the man stood up and walked out of the shop——

In the feelings of the group of little girls, "He is so tall", "Nose is so good", "Made has a beard and is handsome, once I accept this setting", Chu Li yelled "Boss checkout" and hurriedly followed. Chase out...

...

When I walked out of the store, night had already fallen.

The day’s heat finally dissipated, and he was full and full, the man slowed down his footsteps and walked in the middle of the street...He never looked back, he was silent--Chuli felt that he should be thinking about something, something important.

She clasped her hands behind her back and jumped up and down to speed up the pace to follow behind the man.

"Mr. Jiang Yucheng said, these days, teacher, you are depressed, and the fuse of all events seems to be that your high school classmates are going to get together? Saying that you happened to catch up with the Chinese teacher who taught you and him during the time you were in City C. We are going to retire, so the school is going to hold a teacher appreciation banquet together with outstanding graduates of all classes..."

"His mouth is short."

"Ms. Jiang Yucheng didn't tell me anything," Chuli waved his hand to wash the idol quickly, "I asked him what's wrong with you, and he said that you are upset about this."

Chu Li's words fell, but at this moment he found that the man walking in front of her suddenly stopped.

The man turned her back, she couldn't see the emotion on his face, she could only hear from the voice that he seemed to hesitate--

"You just asked me if I had no childhood or a hard-hearted heart and didn't miss my school days at all..."

"?"

"I don't miss it."

"Hey, how could it be possible, Mr. Shirakawa, you look good, study well, graduate from a prestigious university, and your high school career must be perfect...especially if you write so well, you can write an 800-character composition. , Your Chinese teachers are probably your first fans, right?"

"No," the man started again, allowing the people behind him to speed up and walk around in front of him and stare at him curiously. He met her eyes and said lightly, "At that time in high school, his essay score was 60 points. Before the high school entrance examination, my composition had never been forty points."

The first ceremony was stunned.

The man raised his hand and patted the dangling head in front of him—seeing that the dangling head stopped shaking because of his pat, the man paused, and then there was a less obvious smile. The intention spreads in the eyes...

Perhaps it is the ear roots that have been cleansed after the noise, which makes people have a kind of wonderful feeling of clearing the fog.

Perhaps this is the situation.

Or maybe it was the person who appeared before him, and suddenly wanted him to open and close his mouth for many days, and say something...

It's like a mussel with its mouth closed tightly, meeting the boiling water that makes it have to speak.

In short...

"Tell you a story about my friend."

"?"

"My friend is like mine."

"..."

The author has something to say: Mom's hands slipped and thickened..................Wait, I am also correcting the typos and revising the article by the way.

Hold the grass.