Fang Zhao replied to the other side. The second uncle seemed a little excited and didn't use voice to contact him, but he could tell from the text that the other party was very happy and sent a photo.
Fang Zhao can know the appearance of the four people in the second uncle's family from the memory left by the original owner, the second uncle, the second aunt, and the two cousins, and there is another girl in the photo. The original owner went to college. The second aunt gave birth to a little sister, who is now six years old.
In the next few days, the entire department was rushing to work, and finally completed the production of the fourth movement on the 24th, which means that the anniversary holiday of the virtual project department is about to begin. Party 25 called them out to have a big meal and then left.
Fang Zhao, the poodle, would not take it with him, but let Zeng Huang and Wan Yue help take care of it.
On January 26, Fang Zhao took the car of a technician who was familiar with Zuwen from Qi'an City to Yanbei City. The technician was also from Yanbei City, but only worked in Qi'an City. Knowing that Fang Zhao was also going back to Yanbei, that person offered to take Fang Zhao for a ride.
However, the final destination of the technician was not in the same place as Fang Zhao. One was in the city and the other was in the city. Fang Zhao declined the offer of sending him directly to his house, and he called him directly after arriving in Yanbei City. took a taxi.
"Go to Ditang Street?"
"right."
"There will be a bit of traffic over there. There are a lot of people recently, so the drive will be slower and the cost will be higher." The taxi driver said.
"learn."
Fang Zhao looked out the window, the crowd walking slowly by the street, passing by the crowded square, for a moment, Fang Zhao had a feeling of returning to the original point after a lifetime. If there is no apocalypse, the world seems to be like this during large-scale festivals. Crowded but lively, everywhere is full of joy.
However, that feeling soon disappeared. The apocalypse that lasted for a hundred years is real, and the new era has long since replaced.
The trains are galloping on the track, and the flying cars in the air come and go. I can't go back to the starting point, because the world is still progressing.
"Ditang Street is here!"
Outside, there are tall buildings on both sides, and the residential buildings are dense. The good thing is that the distance between the two buildings on the left and right is relatively large, and the street below does not appear to be dark in broad daylight.
Upstairs with a height of nearly 100 floors, there will be a corridor extending outwards every five floors, which can accommodate two vehicles, but such vehicles are not allowed to drive fast on it. There will be a more prominent semi-circular platform every other section of the corridor, which is the parking belt, and a number is written on it, which means that this is the number of parking belts on this floor.
"Twenty-fifth floor, the next parking lot." Fang Zhao said.
The memory of the second uncle's address in his brain has long been blurred, but during the call a few days ago, the second uncle seemed to have expected that Fang Zhao might not be able to remember the address, so he sent the specific address, Fang Call just follow the above to find on the line.
After getting off the car and paying for it, Fang Zhao just walked out of the parking lot when he saw a group of children running over. The slower ones on the upper floors were flushed with anxiety. There was no way. One trip has to wait for the elevator to go up.
Turning his head and looking behind him, Fang Zhao saw a float slowly approaching and stopped where the taxi stopped just now.
Whether it is Qi'an City or Yanbei City, you can often see some beautifully decorated floats running around. Those are sugar floats, and the kids love them.
The open windows of the floats are covered with all kinds of candies, with dazzling colors, sweet and fluttering smells, and the iconic music of the candy-selling floats. Wherever they go, they are always surrounded by children.
As soon as the float stopped, the children running in front rushed over and skillfully ordered several kinds of candy that they liked within the purchase range. The children who ran slower in the back screamed anxiously, worrying that the ones they liked would be picked out.
Fang Zhao looked at the children who were crowding towards the float with a smile on his face.
In his own memory, what childhood was like has long been blurred, but seeing those children chasing and running, some vague memories have resurfaced, not clear, but have been kept.
I planned to lift my feet to leave and leave this place to the little children who only had sugar in their eyes, but as soon as he lifted his feet, Fang Zhao saw a familiar face among the children.
The six-year-old girl nimbly bypassed the two "big guys" who stood in front of her and came to the window selling sugar. She stood on tiptoe and ordered several kinds. Several kinds of candy were taken off the shelf and handed to the little girl.
The little girl who took the candy raised her hand wearing the bear bracelet, patted it in the payment area of the window, turned to leave, and looked up at a candy bear inserted above the window with nostalgia.
The sugar floats in this area are placed according to the consumption level of the residents in this area. The more expensive ones are sold less, so they are placed in a high position.
The few children around were also staring at the candy above the window, but they had only passed their eyes and knew that they couldn't buy it, and the money they gave at home was limited.
"Give me one of that candy."
The sales clerk who was smiling at the small customers heard the voice and looked up. Seeing a young man, he was stunned, and then smiled and took the candy pointed by the other side from the shelf.
The little girl who bought the candy just now looked up and said in surprise, "Brother Zhao?"
"Fang Xiaobell?" Fang Zhao asked with his head lowered.
This little girl is Fang Ling, the six-year-old daughter of the second uncle's family, because when she was born, the second uncle and second aunt heard someone ringing the bell, so they gave Fang Ling this name, and the nickname was called Little Bell.
"I am!" Fang Ling nodded vigorously. In the past few days, her father always showed Fang Zhao's photos to them, but the photos were all before Fang Zhao went to college. Six years later, there are still some changes, but Fang Ling still called them at a glance, and I don't know. Is it really recognized, or is the child's subconscious mind pulling the candy buyer to the person he knows.
The children around looked at Fang Ling enviously. It turned out to be Fang Ling's brother. Fang Ling was so happy that someone bought candy.
"Hello, your candy." The salesperson handed the unsealed candy to Fang Zhao.
Fang Ling opened her eyes wide, her eyes flashing with bright light, full of anticipation. Then, she saw the cousin she met for the first time in six years, took the candy she had been thinking about for a long time, and ate it herself.
Looking at the candy with the bear's head bit off on the candy stick, and then looking at Fang Zhao who was eating the candy, Fang Xiaoling was dumbfounded.
The float salesperson and the other children around were also dumbfounded. Dare you buy the candy and eat it yourself? !
Under the watchful eyes of the people around him, Fang Zhao calmly ate all the candy.
They also eat sugar in the apocalypse, but that kind of sugar is completely prepared as combat supplies. It doesn't taste good, and it is hard enough to smash walnuts, but as long as it can provide enough energy, they like it. Everything is aimed at "supplying enough energy". , So, I don't care about the taste. Fang Zhao has not eaten this kind of sugar that is purely used as a snack.
The fondant wrapped in powdered sugar slowly melted in the mouth, and the lingering sweetness spread with warmth, seemingly dispelling the cold of winter.
However, Fang Zhao was just trying it out and teasing children by the way, he didn't really like these things. Glancing at the dumbfounded Fang Xiaoling, Fang Zhao glanced inside the dazzling car and said to the salesman, "Is that one for sale too?"
The salesperson turned to look at the location that Fang Zhao pointed to, there was a transparent bear-like box filled with the kind of candy just now.
"Sell... sell."
"I want that."
"Ah? Oh, okay!" The salesperson brought a box nearly half a meter high. "There are fifty 'little white bears' on this facade, you can count them." She didn't expect to come out today and be able to directly Selling a whole box of this kind of candy that is rarely sold in half a day on weekdays!
Fang Zhao opened the box and looked at the surrounding children who had not left, "If you can line up from short to tall within ten seconds, I will give each of you one."
The little kids present didn't have the concept of ten seconds at all, but when they heard it was a "second" level timing, they started hula-la.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
The children who were of similar height and wanted to quarrel because of the front and back issues, when they heard Fang Zhao's time report, they didn't care about the quarrel, and quickly stood in the line.
Fang Ling looked at the team, then looked at Fang Zhao, and rushed into the team with her feet, and lined up when she found the right place.
The salesperson in the float opened his mouth and looked at the group of children who were still crowded by the window just now. Within a few breaths, it turned into a long strip. When the line was about to leave the parking area, it turned back and finally showed "S" arrangement.
There were people passing by in the air corridor on the twenty-fifth floor, and they all looked here curiously. Some people in the building also opened their windows and looked this way.
"...Three, two, one, it's time! I'm going to review it."
Fang Zhao looked at the team with a serious face, which made the children in the team nervous, for fear that he was standing in the wrong place and would not have any sugar to eat.
"It's okay. Well, now from the first one, come to me and get the candy."
After the thirty-two children present were divided, there were still eighteen pieces left in the box, and Fang Zhao handed them to Fang Ling together with the box.
"For...for me?" Fang Ling was so shocked that she almost dropped the candy in her hand, "Is it really for me?"
Fang Zhao nodded, "You don't want?"
"Yes! Thank you brother!"
Fang Ling, who hugged the box tightly, changed from being stunned to smirking.
So, when the second aunt of the Fang family opened the door, she saw two people, one big and one small, with powdered sugar sticking to their mouths.