The hometown carries our purest memories, perhaps the familiar old street, perhaps the food that never gets tired of, perhaps the unique tone of voice, perhaps just a habit, a kind of dependence. The sense of security in our hometown is unspeakable. For those who are drifting away, our hometown is our home. In fact, all cities are almost the same, with feasting, feasting, tall buildings, busy office workers and leisurely morning exercisers, but it is in these seemingly ordinary elements that hometown can always give us spiritual comfort.
It feels so good to be home! Looking at the nearby city A, Feng couldn't wait to jump out of the bus, breathing in the dry air belonging to city A, and enjoying the warm atmosphere belonging to city A. Yes, this is his home. There are too many memories here. There are friends, brothers, and them.
Urban construction is closely following the pace of economic development. Two years have almost changed City A. Feng can only distinguish the landmarks from the vague impression. The old house has disappeared, but the people in the old house are still there; The snack bar disappeared, but there are still their presence in the newly opened snack street; the road that was blocked by the rain can now be used as an airstrip; the unfinished projects that have been criticized for a long time have also been completed and put to use. Cities can indeed make life better.
Feng simply drove around the old city in a taxi. He was driving a 50-year-old man. He smiled and asked the young man in the car, "I won't be back someday." Two years of wandering can't cover up Maple. Local accent, not to mention the joy and satisfaction in Feng's eyes that can't be concealed, that is the happiness that can only be possessed by the wandering home.
"It's been more than two years. The city is changing really fast. When I left, there was still a demolition site." Feng looked at the school, hospital and shops outside the window and couldn't help feeling. The battle between him and Mr. Liang led to a large area. Now it seems that this may not be a bad thing.
"I heard that this is the result of a game between two big men." The old driver seems to have also heard some rumors. Dai Junchou and Mr. Liang, they wrote a legend that belongs to City A.
"Haha, big shots? Sometimes big shots do some real things." Feng laughed at himself, his eyes passed the rows of shops, and finally stopped. "Excuse me, please stop, sir."
Maybe many people are not unfamiliar with this place, maybe the old neighborhoods that lived here are still there. But Feng is too familiar with this place. There are his dreams and memories. There used to be a bookstore here, Feng's "Respect and Cherish Word Paper". Mr. Liang demolished the signboard of Dai Junchoi, who destroyed Mr. Liang's dynasty. Here he and Lin have fond memories, he fought with Liangzi, he had tea with the fourth master, and he and Li Tong guarded the house. Maple rubbed the familiar land inch by inch, measuring the old site of "Respect and Cherish Word Paper" step by step.
It should be here, that's right. When Feng looked up, he seemed to see a familiar sign again. Cherishing the calligraphy paper is the eternal pain in Feng's heart, and its disappearance is the lack of dreams. So the pretty lady owner in the dessert shop saw Feng with a vicissitudes face holding a cup of milk tea, staring at the ground in a daze. "Jing Xi Zi Zhi" turned into a dessert shop. Feng specially chose a position close to his desk back then and sat down quietly.
"Do you have something to worry about?" There was not much business early in the morning, and the female dessert owner came over with a mousse cake to chat with Feng. He could see that this man with a vicissitudes of life was actually not old, and what was hidden under the years was a delicate and bright face.
"Oh, nothing. There used to be a bookstore here." Feng smiled and nodded to the boss. The milk tea tasted good and the cake was refreshing.
"You are talking about the "Respect and Cherish" printed paper. My sister was still here when she was in school." The female boss recalled thoughtfully. "She always said that the boss there is very kind and likes to go there to read."
That's right, there are always a group of children reading books in the handwriting paper. Feng didn't send these reluctant children out one by one until after get off work closed. "Come back tomorrow. Mom and dad are not happy when they come home late." He likes children. Like the breath of youth.
"I heard that the bookstore moved to the edge of Bailu Academy. I haven't been there yet." Feng was stunned by the words of the female boss. Bailu Academy? Isn't that the community where you live? Who opened another "Respect and Cherish"
"Thank you for your milk tea and cakes." Feng Cao Cao said goodbye to the boss, and went straight to the familiar direction when he went out.
With the same sign, the same style, and the same full of children's laughter, Feng walked into the door of the bookstore nervously and saw the busy Tang Mengli.
"Take your book, see you next time." Tang Mengli smiled and said goodbye to the children.
Tang Mengli's gaze fell on the middle-aged man who had just entered the door inadvertently. He opened his mouth little by little, and finally his stunned expression stopped on his face, "Are you you? Maple?" Feng's temperament has indeed changed a lot. , Plus the beard that hadn't been shaved for a long time, Tang Mengli couldn't confirm it for a while.
"Who else can anyone besides me?" Feng smiled helplessly, "You opened this bookstore?" After two years of seeing this, my amazing sister has also become mature, and the faint crow's feet in the corners of her eyes are still hers. Tired.
"I heard that you once had a bookstore, which was torn down. I was fine at home anyway, so I restored another one. How about? It looks okay, I am the new boss." Tang Mengli looked at it for two years. When I saw Feng, I couldn't help being a little excited and aggrieved. "At that time, I left without saying goodbye. It was two years after I left. Where have you been?" "I went to see a friend in Changbai Mountain." Feng said as he walked around the rows. The bookshelf walked a few times, "There is still a row of benches missing here. I remember it was a wrought iron chair at that time." Feng said, pointing to the corner of the wall.
"I have already ordered someone to order it. It's hard to find a chair like that. Look, your old customers are still there, but they are no longer children." Tang Mengli looked at the customers who read the book, and Feng vaguely could still do it. Remember the appearance of their school days. Life is really fast, all junior high school students and high school students have now become adults, girls have a mature atmosphere, boys have become upright and firm, they are a new generation, and they are about to become social Pillars.
"Hurry home and hang up a beard. We have to celebrate tonight." Tang Mengli picked up the phone to himself, "Hey, what's the matter?" It was Kui Mulang's lazy voice.
"That dead ghost is back, let's get together at home tonight?" There was joy in Tang Meng's voice, and Feng was a little sad with a smile on his face.