Back to the golden age

Song Yuanchao's eight years in the Northwest were not for nothing, farming, herding sheep, digging cesspit, and even went out to beg for food on the street during the most difficult two years... What dirty and tiring work hasn't been done?Besides, this kind of roof is no different from the roofs in the northwest, including Shanghai. Song Yuanchao has done this kind of work many times, and he and Wang Dazhu immediately started working together.

At first, Wang Dazhu was worried that this gentle-looking young man would not be able to do the job, but when Song Yuanchao got started, he knew that he underestimated him.

Seeing Song Yuanchao's agile appearance, he was no worse than himself. With Song Yuanchao's help, the progress of the work was much faster.

An hour later, all the parts to be repaired on the roof were finished. Song Yuanchao and Wang Dazhu checked carefully and made sure there was no problem. They stood up and looked at each other and laughed.

"Song Yuanchao, Swallow's partner, hello Brother Dazhu."

"Hello, hello, look here, you are here as a guest today, and this guest helped me with a lot of work just after he came..." Wang Dazhu and Song Yuanchao shook hands and said with a smile.

"It's not an outsider. Besides, even if I'm a guest, I can't just watch the master busy and sit idle. Anyway, it's just a matter of helping hands."

"Hahaha, that's right, you are welcome to come to our house as a guest." Wang Dazhu smiled heartily. At this time, Aunt Gao in the yard shouted to ask if the higher-ups were all right?If you're good, come down and talk.

Hearing Aunt Gao's shout, Song Yuanchao and Wang Dazhu looked at each other and smiled. They packed up their tools and climbed down the stairs. As soon as they landed, Lin Yan brought a basin of water and two towels for Song Yuanchao and Wang Dazhu Wash your hands first and wipe off the sweat quickly.

After washing my hands and drying off my sweat with a towel, I immediately felt much refreshed.

"Gao Auntie, Brother Dazhu, sister-in-law, hello! I am Song Yuanchao, Yanzi's target, very happy to meet you today." At this time, Song Yuanchao officially introduced himself to everyone, and the little girl next to him jumped up and down after finishing speaking. He hurriedly yelled: "And... and me!"

Song Yuanchao quickly laughed, knelt down and asked the little girl, "You are beautiful and cute little sister, what's your name?"

"Uncle, I'm Wang Xiaoxiao, and Wang Dazhu is my father." Wang Xiaoxiao's age is about the same as Zhang Pingping's, but her personality is much more lively. When she is changing her teeth, a gap appears when she smiles, and there are two braids on her head. , looks lively and lovely.

"Yes, there is also our beautiful little sister Wang Xiaoxiao, very nice to meet you, my name is Song Yuanchao."

"Well, my name is Wang Xiaoxiao, and I am very happy to meet you." Wang Xiaoxiao looked like a young adult, and shook hands with Song Yuanchao solemnly, making all the adults around him happy.

Aunt Gao greeted everyone to sit down, and after saying a few words, she greeted Wang's sister-in-law to go to the kitchen to do some work together. Wang Dazhu asked Xiaoxiao to follow grandma and mother into the house. Children who like to be lively are not willing. At this time, Lin Yan directly put She hugged her and sat on her lap, teasing her while talking.

"Yanchao... It's okay for me to call you Yuanchao?" Wang Dazhu handed Song Yuanchao a cigarette. It's not a good cigarette, but the most common Yanjing brand in Yanjing. This kind of cigarette is smoked a lot by ordinary people, and the price Also affordable.

Song Yuanchao thanked him, took the cigarette, and lit a match for Wang Dazhu: "Brother Dazhu, that's the name. Isn't that what my parents named me? That's what my friends, including Yanzi, call me. "

Wang Dazhu was very satisfied with Song Yuanchao's attitude, not to mention Song Yuanchao's attitude of helping him with work just now, and his attitude towards others.Wang Dazhu watched Lin Yan grow up, and his feelings for Lin Yan are no different from his own sister. As Lin Yan's object, Wang Dazhu certainly hopes that Song Yuanchao is someone worthy of Lin Yan's liking, and what Song Yuanchao has shown now fits well. Wang Dazhu's request.

The two smoked and chatted. When he learned that Song Yuanchao was also a student of Beijing Normal University and came from Shanghai, Wang Dazhu seemed to think of something, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Yan who was teasing his daughter.

After chatting for a while, Wang Dazhu felt more and more Song Yuanchao's temper towards him, so he couldn't help but said with a smile: "Yuanchao, you don't look like a Shanghainese."

Hearing this sentence, Song Yuanchao was not angry. In fact, Song Yuanchao heard this sentence many times in his previous life. It seems that you are not like a Shanghainese but a compliment to Shanghainese. This is really dumbfounding .

"Brother Dazhu, in fact, Shanghai is no different from Yanjing. You will feel it when you have the opportunity to live in Shanghai for a few days in the future."

"There is still such a saying? Then tell me carefully?" Wang Dazhu asked with great interest. He has never been out of Yanjing City in his life, let alone Shanghai.

"Yanjing has a unique culture of Yanjing. Let's not talk about the elegant ones. Let's talk about the ordinary hutong culture." Song Yuanchao took a puff of cigarette and started talking with a smile. He started from the source of Yanjing hutongs From the beginning, it also talked about the changes of Yanjing hutongs in modern history and the lives of ordinary residents. It is this historical evolution that created the unique hutong culture of acting.

Song Yuanchao was very interested in these things in his previous life, perhaps because of Lin Yan. He also studied the folklore and culture of Yanjing for a while.Moreover, Song Yuanchao's eloquence is also good. He used simple and easy-to-understand sentences in the narration, not only made Wang Dazhu nod repeatedly, but even Lin Yan who was teasing Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help listening.

After talking about Yanjing, Song Yuanchao talked about Shanghai again, and talked about the Lane culture that is very similar to Yanjing Hutong culture.

Song Yuanchao started from the source of the lanes, interspersed with the structure of people from the West and the north and south of China who gathered in Shanghai, thus forming the history of modern Shanghai.

Compared with the courtyard houses in Yanjing, although the houses in the lanes in Shanghai are different in structure, this is just the architectural difference between the north and the south of the region, but whether it is an alley or a lane, the fireworks and many daily life are very similar.

For this reason, Song Yuanchao talked about the lane where he lived, the neighbors who lived together day and night, and Zhang Jianguo's family who regarded him as his nephew.

After listening to Song Yuanchao's narration, Wang Dazhu couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Some things really cannot be preconceived. Everything Song Yuanchao said was something he had never heard of before. At the same time, he became very interested in Shanghai, which he had never been to.

"Brother Dazhu, welcome to Shanghai when you have a chance, I will arrange the place to live, and then I will take your family to have a good time in Shanghai, so that you can feel that it is different from Yanjing, but very kind Great Shanghai."

"Wow! I will definitely go when the time comes, so that's the deal."

"necessary!"

The two immediately burst out laughing, and then Wang Dazhu talked about the past when Lin Yan lived here. Looking at Song Yuanchao, my heart is full of joy.

Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan had lunch at Mrs. Gao's house. It was a very common lunch for an ordinary family in Yanjing. Simple noodles with fried sauce and a few side dishes, but Song Yuanchao ate deliciously. He raised his thumbs up and praised that this is the most delicious fried noodles he has ever eaten. The taste of this sauce is simply amazing.

Listening to Song Yuanchao's sincere praise, Aunt Gao couldn't mention how happy she was, especially when Song Yuanchao's words came to her heart. As for the noodles made by her own family, they are the best in a radius of ten miles. This is her specialty. pride.Lin Yan loved to eat her own fried noodles since she was a child. Song Yuanchao, a young man, has a real vision, no wonder her family Lin Yan chose him.

After lunch, Song Yuanchao and the others sat for a while before getting up to leave. Originally, Aunt Gao wanted them to go back after dinner, but Lin Yan said that Song Yuanchao had just arrived in Yanjing, and he planned to take him to Yanjing for a good stroll in the afternoon on today's rest day. For shopping, Mrs. Gao gave up.

But even so, Aunt Gao's family still sent Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan to the entrance of the alley, took Lin Yan's hand and kindly asked them to come and sit when they had time. Zhajiangmian.