National Beer

It has been two days since he returned from Germany. Qin Dong did not see Du Xiaoshu. The bear boy who had stuck behind his ass disappeared.

The motorcycles and carts on the side caused Zhong Jiawa's old and young men to push them back, quietly shelving them outside the door, and sometimes naughty children slung them on them, immersing themselves in their games in a deliberate manner.

"Dadong, can you fix it?" Xiaoju's mother has asked how many times this is the first time. Every time I ask, Qin Dong has to answer patiently. This has not yet reached menopause, and when he is in menopause, he still hides far. it is good.

"It can be repaired, it can be repaired, it can really be repaired..." Qin Dong blinked at Du Xiaoju. Du Xiaoju immediately understood, followed silently, and slipped out of the house.

...

The spring flowers bloom, facing the sea.

April in Qinwan is the most beautiful in the world.

This year's cherry blossoms also opened slightly earlier. In Zhongshan Park, there are crowds of people, walking, looking up, and stopping, all indulging in the pink scenery full of trees in the garden.

Occasionally a gust of wind blows down the cherry blossoms on the tree, and Qin Dong brushes off the petals from Du Xiaoju’s head. When Du Xiaoju raises her eyes again, it is full of unstoppable affection, which makes Qin Dong sigh and rebirth. It's nice to meet the right person!

"Look, it's in front."

Du Xiaoju pointed to the front. Du Xiaoshu dangled an arm and put a white bandage around his head. He was soliciting customers for the photo. Although Zhong Xiaoyong is like Du Xiaoshu, he still has blood on his face, but his arms are free. , And now he is taking pictures.

"In the past few days, either sleeping at Xiaoyong's house or Xiaojun's house..." Du Xiaoju explained, and Du Yuan couldn't find anyone even after he shot and changed places.

"This bear kid is quite strong, and I don't look at who I am strong with. Who am I?" Under the warm sunshine, Qin Dong squinted at Du Xiaoju. The fall colors were colorful and the years went by. He came to see the cherry blossoms every year, but this year Both are already eighteen years old.

"Who are you, who knows who you are..." Du Xiaoju turned around shyly.

Qin Dong smiled and was born again. What he wanted to harvest was a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring!

He strode forward and patted Zhong Xiaoyong's arm vigorously. "Brother Dong?" Zhong Xiaoyong subconsciously looked at Du Xiaoshu, "Xiaoshu said, now there are a lot of people here, so let's take the photo business on the Changqiao side. Stop it first."

Du Xiaoshu glanced at Qin Dong, then drooped his head and smashed the petals on the ground with his feet. Du Xiaoju pulled his arm, but he still didn't speak.

"Okay, you just greet me with red and colorful colors to welcome me back?" There are traces of red potion and purple potion on the faces of several children. It seems that this fall is not light.

"Brother Dong, the shoulder is folded." Du Xiaoshu raised his head, puffed his cheeks, and looked away embarrassingly.

"Oh, then fix it again." Qin Dong patted him heavily on the shoulder, almost patted Du Xiaoshu down on the ground, "What a big deal?"

"Brother Dong..." Du Xiaoshu turned his head.These days, Xiaojuma has been chatting in his ears, and the car for more than 7,000 yuan has made him feel stressed.

"A car with more than 7,000 yuan is more expensive than you, which one do you say is more expensive?" Qin Dong took the camera in Zhong Xiaoyong's hand, "Remember, nothing is as important as a person. As long as the person is still there, what is it? I can earn it back..."

"Come on, what are you doing, take a picture of me and your sister!"

"Okay, Brother Dong, Sister Xiaoju, rely on you two, rely on..." Zhong Xiaoyong smiled and took out the set of Huyou newlyweds.

"Xiaoyong, do you want to be beaten, right?" Du Xiaoju smiled and threatened, the sun shining on her face, emitting a charming halo.

Qin Dong suddenly grabbed Du Xiaoju's waist. When Du Xiaoju was shyly trying to break free, "Kacha--" Zhong Xiaoyong's camera captured the moment under the cherry blossoms!

"Okay, eat together tonight," Qin Dong kicked Du Xiaoshu, "Why? Why, if I invite you to dinner, I beg you?"

"No," Du Xiaoshu dangled one arm, but swiftly avoided his second foot. "Brother Dong, I remembered that someone came to you."

"Who?"

"I said I met you when I was in Mongolia. It's a brother. What is his name?... Yes, his name is Zeng Junlie..."

Oh, Qin Dong turned his head. The two were the same years old and both had lived on the prairie. This year, he also left the prairie and began to roam the capital.

If Qin Dong remembers correctly, he is on a 100-square-meter facade on the east street of Zhushikou East Street, Qianmen, with the name "Guomei"...

...

As night fell little by little, the sky was gradually swallowed by darkness, Zhongjiawa's street lamps were lit one after another, and the orange halo was the warmth of home.

"...Well, add a little alkali and a handful of salt to it..."

In the kitchen, Liu Zhi smiled and looked at Du Xiaoju. Today, Du Xiaoju took the initiative to roll the noodles, start the dumplings and dispose of the noodles. The day Qin Dong came back, he ate hand-rolled noodles. He didn't eat enough, so he still has to eat today.

"Why add salt?" Du Xiaoju asked for advice in front of the master of Chunhelou.

"That way the noodles are more chewy, um, beat two more eggs in..." Willow Zhi put two more eggs into the noodles, "The noodles that came out like this are yellow..."

She took a towel and wiped the fine sweat from Du Xiaoju's forehead. The process of rolling the noodles was actually very troublesome and physically demanding. Rolling, stretching, cutting, cutting, pulling, pressing, rubbing, twisting, twisting, picking, pulling... Cooking delicious hand-rolled noodles is far more troublesome than cooking other meals.

"Clams are here."

Lu Xuguang opened the door and walked in. He took off the two buckets from the handlebars of the bicycle. They were full of clams he dug on the beach in the afternoon. "Slowly the water, spit out the mud, Dadong said, make clam soup at night. ."

Rolling noodles with clam soup by hand, Lu Xuguang swallowed after thinking about it, "Sister Zhi, I'll help." He stared at him with big eyes and pretended to roll up his sleeves, but Liu Zhi laughed out of the kitchen.

"Where is Qin Dong?" Du Xiaoju lifted his arms to wipe off the sweat, and kept working in his hands. In the evening, these bear kids and Lu Xuguang would all eat here.

"It's a meeting." Lu Xuguang smiled, "The factory also rewarded a thousand yuan for the introduction of the production line."

Oh.

Neither Liu Zhi nor Du Xiaoju had any expressions of surprise. Lu Xuguang scratched his head. Is this too few?He withdrew from the kitchen again with his teeth.

Qin Dong was indeed holding a meeting, not in the factory, but in the city. Yesterday, the leaders of the city personally listened to their report. Today, the Municipal Second Light Bureau and the district held a joint meeting... Into the meeting pile.

However, when he got home and smelled the fragrance of his face, all his unhappiness was thrown aside.

...

"Sister Zhi, give me another bowl." Du Xiaoshu and Zhong Xiaoyong stretched out their bowls at the same time. These children were just in their growing bodies, and their appetites were very large. They started business in the old Qin's house every three or five times. It's not enough to eat, and the village will get food back.

Liu Zhi smiled and picked the noodles for the two of them. Du Xiaoju also scooped up the bittern made from clam soup. She came over after get off work. In Du Xiaoshu's words, now after work, put down the bike and run over. Which one is yours? Home?

"Willow branches, give me a bowl too."

Outside the door, Du Yuan’s voice sounded. The children eating in the yard and the neighbors in the neighborhood stood up, talking, Du Yuan was already pushing the door happily, ""Good news, good news, Qin Dong, you It's a model worker!"