The story of eating barbecue in Tangning Village

There are several kinds of supper, such as fishing for river powder, crayfish and barbecue.

Fishing for river powder is suitable for one person to eat. On a soft and quiet night, with the determination to stay up late, strips of river rice noodles slipped into the mouth along the fragrance of the ingredients, and they were eaten one by one, with oil in their mouths.

Crayfish should have a few bites of spicy food with several colleagues, then change it into garlic, and then have a few bites of spicy food with beer. A few flavors change in turn, talking about the ups and downs in work, and having a sense of rhythm.

The atmosphere is important for eating barbecue. You can't eat in a quiet place or a clean place. In a noisy food stall, you should stop a few motorcycles occasionally. Most importantly, the people who eat are still young.

In college, we often barbecue.

In the evening, octopus, Xiaoman and Jane and I teamed up to go to the food stall in Downing Village opposite the school gate.

While eating barbecue, drinking beer, chatting about who likes who, listening to the songs of rotten streets played by two big speakers on both sides of the food stall door, blowing water all night.

Octopus, formerly known as Zhang Yu, likes to wear plaid shirts, but doesn't care about hairstyles. All the year round, bangs just reach the eyebrows. Octopus just arrived at school that year, and he played Warcraft fluently, so fast that I have never seen anyone play the piano in reality. I once thought it was the level of professional piano level 8.

Octopus can't play the piano, but it can play the guitar. He studied guitar for a month and practiced a song diligently every day for a girl. Finally, he came back from the summer vacation, playing and singing with his favorite guitar near the girls' dormitory. At the climax, he saw the girl he liked kissing a handsome guy, and then he sang and cried. The first time I saw you, I will never forget it, and it sank to the bottom with the broken string.

After that, I never thought about talking about guitar. The string is broken, so I'm too lazy to change it. I left it idle in the dormitory, together with the computer mainframe carton. How many years has the game been played, and the dust on the guitar has followed for many years.

One night, the octopus finished a bottle of beer and told us these things about him. The song "I'm falling in love with you ~" came from the loudspeaker next to me.

The little man said to the octopus, "You are too grandiose."

Jane Jane said, "It's a bit exaggerated."

I said, "Yes, yes."

The octopus said, "But I really, really like her for a long time."

We didn't talk again.

Later, I can often see Xiaoman rubbing against the octopus's car to go to class, sitting in the back seat of the octopus's bicycle, swinging his legs and holding the books they want to take to class. Occasionally, I heard the octopus say that you were so heavy that I couldn't pass, so she jumped out of the car, kicked it, and then ran to rub my car.

One day I went to a bicycle shop and happened to meet Xiaoman cheering up the octopus's car. She asked me calmly, "am I really heavy?"

"No, no, definitely not." The speed of my reply to her is 0.000 1 sec. Whatever the truth is, there is always only one answer to this question. Anyone who can react quickly is trained to some extent.

She seemed confused, said something to the octopus and left.

In senior three, octopus and Xiaoman fall in love.

Xiaoman follows him every day, almost everywhere on campus, and I follow him every day. I rubbed a cup of milk tea after eating in the dining hall; I also wiped a bottle of coke after running on the playground runway; There is also a barbecue supper at the school gate, and I will have a meal. A few months later, their intimacy successfully rose from 80 to 100, and my weight also successfully rose from 120 to 140.

Therefore, the third party in a love relationship is often the most painful and heavy, at least physically very heavy.

In those days, we spent endless cicadas singing and burning clouds, and when we didn't want to do our homework, we went to drink and eat barbecue. I wake up from the mat on the hard bed board in the dormitory every day and feel that life seems to be still very long and I can squander it.

A few years after graduation, we all parted ways. Going to work on the construction site, it didn't take long for the skin to show a healthy black charcoal color.

Grandpa Sun, thank you very much for giving me health.

Jane Jane went to Shenzhen, and went in and out of Grade A office buildings every day, wearing smart professional clothes, drinking coffee in the morning and eating steak at night, which made everyone envious.

Octopus is doing self-media, writing books and taking photos when he has time, and more often working overtime to catch up with manuscripts.

We talked about our lives, talked about our busy work, and talked about those feelings that I don't know why. However, we no longer talk about ideals easily.

Once, at the food stall in Downing Village at the school gate, we ate barbecue and drank beer, talked about who liked who, listened to the songs of rotten streets played by two loudspeakers at the door of the food stall, and blew water all night.

Once, we wanted to open a bookstore, open it whenever we wanted, and close it whenever we wanted. People who read books. People who really love books can't afford them, so just give them to them.

Once upon a time, we wanted to open a cafe, plant all kinds of flowers and plants, fill it with books, bask in the sun in the morning and blow a cool breeze at night.

Once upon a time, we wanted to start a tour guide company and travel all over the country.

Open a bakery, clean it, and open a studio. ...

But now, we don't talk about ideals easily. Because we all know that the details in front of our dreams are not important at all. What we want most is not to worry about grades, income, relaxation and stress. As for opening a bookstore or coffee shop, who cares

So my dream now has become the kind that I hope to have a black sheep.

As for Xiaoman, he broke up with Octopus when he graduated.

It turned out that the octopus heard that the girl he liked broke up. This woman's ex-boyfriend is a scum man who makes friends everywhere She got drunk and went crazy with her. The girl stood in front of love rat with a knife, indicating her determination to break up. That night, the octopus stayed up all night, smoking all over the floor and knocking over several wine bottles amid the hazy scolding of his roommate, the smell of cockroach excrement in the computer carton and smelly socks that had not been washed for many days.

The next day, he took out his dusty guitar and wiped it carefully. He gave the guitar to the girl.

The little man watched from a distance without saying a word.

I know this because I recently received a wedding invitation from Xiaoman, who told me that the wedding was arranged in my hometown. She took out a box and asked me to return it to the octopus, who had given it to her before.

I said, "Do you have octopus? Then the four of us will get together again. "

She said, "Don't scream."

I said, "Congratulations, happy wedding."

She said, "Take care."

I said, "Take care."

I opened the box and there was a piggy bank in it. There are many coins and many notes in it, and those confessions are written in the notes. It turns out that piggy bank can not only save money, but also save feelings. Unfortunately, when it comes to breaking up, we have to take them out one by one, separate them clearly and break up.

"Drink herbal milk tea, hahaha, the movie is good, hahaha, doctor octopus can't beat Spider-Man, and octopus is really stupid."

"Bicycles are expensive, but you are actually very light. You like these gifts very much. "

"Teach me to ride a bike!"

"Oh, you turn, you have to hold the handlebar tightly, and then step on the gas pedal. Oh, you are so stupid, you melon skin. "

"You can call doctor octopus in the future!"

".….."

I ate supper alone, and my eyes were wet when I looked at these confessions.

Listening to Harlem's "Love Must Be", we were too lazy to listen to those songs on the rotten streets. It was not until there was no sound in the street that we found that every sentence was a mood we dared not say.

"Sometimes you are like a pine tree, standing somewhere regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I know that one day, you will hold your head high and walk out of this quiet and deserted road, standing side by side with the scenery outside. I hope you don't forget that there is a little squirrel on this tree, jumping from one branch to another. Carefully pick up the pine nuts scattered in the moonlight. "

I can't forget what I saw you at first sight, and I sank to the bottom with the broken string.

When the sun goes down, the night falls, and the evening breeze blows on the face, then light tunnel:

Call me at the barbecue.