When Zhao Zhiqiang walked to the corner, the sea breeze in Linzhou made the winter morning very cool. He tightened his coat and walked slowly out of the side door of the community. Looking at a straight and brand new road, there were occasional cars coming and going on the road. Opposite was a large construction site full of tower cranes. Although there was no main work, the chaotic scene and some low bungalows around formed a chaotic neighborhood. This is actually part of the renovation of the south city area, and it is also a microcosm of the urbanization of Daxing across the country.

The two streets of Chang'an Village will soon become urbanized like here.

"Oh!" He couldn't help but sigh heavily. It turned out that this was an old street full of urban atmosphere, and opposite the old street was a low old house. Although it seemed a bit dirty and messy at the beginning, there were many small shops and vendors on both sides of the street. Even this place was once a spontaneous open-air market. Many people set up stalls to sell vegetables along the street, which was very lively. Although it was a bit dirty and messy, the residents were very harmonious and harmonious, and the morning market was very lively, but now it became cold.

The original No. 3 Middle School was on that construction site, and her home was also opposite. What about now?

Zhao Zhiqiang is very familiar with this street and has to pass through the bustling street every day when he goes to school.

Among them, there are things I liked to eat very much. At that time, my mother was not sick. Although her family's life was a bit harder, her meals were still guaranteed. This street carries a lot of his memories.

Of course, the most common thing I remember is the soft and weak girl who likes to wear white skirts and wears long braids. She was in the same class in junior high school and was assigned to the same class in high school.

Even the past experiences, many things, and many memories have been blurred. However, she was like a mark, deeply engraved in his mind, clearly as if she had just seen her.

Zhao Zhiqiang didn't know how much time it would take to forget her, forget her eyes, those big, clear and watery eyes, full of heartbreaking sorrow, but always showed a seemingly sweet smile.

In fact, Zhao Zhiqiang hoped that she could scold him a few words at that time. But she didn't say a word at that time, just looked at herself, smiled and she burst into tears, shaking her weak shoulders in the cold wind... But at that time he was really confused.

"Haha!" Zhao Zhiqiang smiled bitterly and laughed at himself, tilting his head in the cold wind.

After taking a deep breath, she exhaled it, watching the smoke dissipate quickly in the wind, shook her head, and suppressed her thoughts every time she passed by, and thought to herself with ridiculous thoughts, what's wrong with me? Three years have passed, she should have gone to college, right?

Things that have passed have long passed. Once many things are missed, they are hard to recover. Just like this street, there are still a few old houses on the opposite side.

If it is removed, it is removed.

People cannot live in memory forever, and they have to think about everything better.

This newly built road is also very good, at least clean and wide enough. According to the location, it is definitely a high-end community there, and the demolition households should have received enough money.

Of course, the demolition of the old district in the south of the city is not as cheap as the two streets of Chang'an Village. I heard Gu Quanyou say that the price per square meter is several times or ten times that of the other side. Although it is not as valuable as Bincheng, it is much more efficient than the city. Any household with a house and a courtyard may demolish millions of rich people. This is not a joke.

Shaking his head, put aside some messy things in his mind. Zhao Zhiqiang walked forward slowly, and from time to time he looked at the things on other stalls, whether they were the same as the small market there.

He can still recognize some bosses, but they can't recognize them. Zhao Zhiqiang, who fought with Zhao Tiejun alone and had not had a big fight in several years after he fought with No. 3 Middle School.

After walking through more than a dozen stalls such as fried dough sticks and rice bowls, I came to the small stall with authentic Mongolian fruits. Among the bustling stalls, it was very inconspicuous and the name was very ordinary.

But it was such an ordinary stall. I remember that at that time, there was a half-windowed hut opposite me, and my eyes were slightly dazed and distracted. At that time, the alley leading to the school was very good. The students bought two fruits and a glass of bean juice, and walked while eating, and finished eating at the school gate. This is the rhythm of lazy students.

The couple sometimes pushed the cart to sell on the street at the entrance of the alley. The fruits were all fried and very popular. Zhao Zhiqiang was not lazy because his home was far from the school and did not live in it. She was not lazy. She came back from her home's private plot every morning and bought these for her mother who was sick in bed. Sometimes they would meet each other.

Memories are just a little bit, but some are very profound. I remember one time, only one left, and at that time, he still competed with her...

The naughty resulted in her being sad all morning.

Later he learned that her mother was a Mongolian tribe and she liked to eat fruit and milk tea since she was a child. Since then, he never snatched it again. Sometimes he bought it and waited on the street. Later, he went to her house to help with work. Later, the story of his early love with her became a school storm. Teachers warned that classmates discriminated, Zhao Tiejun challenged, fought, dropped out of school, and then he left Linzhou to join the army.

He remembered that when he was leaving school that day, he cried very much and was very hurt. She kept accompanying him, but he kept calling her to leave... He drank a lot and drank a lot, and he didn't even know how he got home. When he woke up, he even hung up the drip.

The familiar face is still the same, just like the couple is older than before. The stable and happy expression in their eyebrows is even more important than before. I remember that the man in his family seems to be a local.

"Sister-in-law Narenhua, give me a piece of fruit." After seeing other customers leave, Zhao Zhiqiang came to the front and called out. Many people didn't know that the middle-aged woman who was looking at the stall was named Narenhua, but only familiar people knew that she married a daughter-in-law from Inner Mongolia.

“Huh?”

The woman was very curious. A stranger actually knew her name, a regular customer or a friend, and the voice was a bit strange.

"Okay, you're lucky, you're the last fruit. Ah, you look so pretty, but how do you know me?"

Perhaps because of hard work, Narenhua, who already had many wrinkles, quickly put the crispy fruit into the food bag and handed it to Zhao Zhiqiang with a smile.

"Is it still three dollars two or two, twelve per pound?" Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "I turned out to be a student of No. 3 Middle School."

"Haha, this price was from last year, now it costs two dollars each."

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, didn't say anything, and was about to pay the bill and take it.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, give me a piece of fruit. I worked overtime until now I finally got off work. I don't like eating breakfast in the cafeteria, and I'm hungry. It's still the fruit milk tea you have here that tastes good, so the taste is authentic, especially the milk tea is delicious. Hehe, in Linzhou, the milk tea you have here is the original flavor of Inner Mongolia." A clean and neat voice came from Zhao Zhiqiang's ears, the sound was very crisp and full of energy.

This voice was very familiar, and Zhao Zhiqiang immediately remembered someone.

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