It has been a week since Yao Yuan came to this world, and he has gradually calmed down from his initial confusion and panic.
There is a lot of helplessness in the adult world, and being able to quickly accept reality is a good quality that has been beaten by society. Yao Yuan has done a good job in this regard.
A person who was almost fifty years old suddenly became younger as his body began to decline. An old soul who was nearly fifty years old had an eighteen-year-old body. This feeling... well... it was so refreshing!
The former chef Yao Yuan, after experiencing a gas explosion in the kitchen, woke up and found that he had returned to thirty years ago. Thirty years ago at this time, Yao Yuan was eighteen years old and in high school.
The summer of 1993 was a sunny day in my memory!
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Heisei is a typical northern city with four distinct seasons, with cold winters and hot summers.
The summer in August is like fire and the sun is flowing, and even the air becomes hot.
There is a lot of traffic on the street. Yellow taxis and red Xiali taxis are competing for each other on the road. Occasionally, there are cars spewing thick black smoke like cuttlefish. The unpleasant exhaust gas makes the already hot air Zhongping became a little more anxious.
Yao Yuan, who had decided to accept the reality and enjoy the current life, felt uncomfortable with the current heat. He stopped his bicycle wearing rough clothes and slipped into the bank on the roadside.
The air-conditioning in the bank is turned on very well, and you can feel the cool breeze for a while through the glass revolving door. When you enter, the temperature difference of more than ten degrees makes the sweat pores all over your body explode, and it feels so comfortable.
There were very few people coming to do business in the afternoon. Yao Yuan was holding the blue passbook in his hand, leaning over the railing and smiling at the eldest sister on the counter: "Sister, please take fifty yuan and give it to me." Five for ten dollars.”
The brand-new Ten Yuan Great Unity looks familiar and friendly, and feels good to the touch. Unfortunately, it is a little short. This is the only fifty Yuan left in this passbook, and it is also all the cash he currently has.
Yao Yuan, who has just entered the third year of high school, is still a student. It is natural that he can reach out for clothes and open his mouth for food.
My parents are not around, but the unbreakable five hundred yuan for living expenses every month will always come to me regularly. Students, don't worry about life, just study hard.
Perhaps to make up for the lack of being able to take care of their children, their parents are very generous when sending living expenses to their two children every month, five hundred yuan a month! This amount can completely match the monthly income of a pair of factory workers!
So even though they were still students, Yao Yuan and his little sister lived a free and calm life.
Not having parents around means freedom, having money in your pocket means being calm.
It's a pity that nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory.
This was just the beginning of the month, and the two of them were already out of money. The day before yesterday, the living allowance from my parents had just been remitted, and it was robbed by a few thieves on the street in broad daylight.
Now, all the cash in the family is the fifty yuan that I just took out, which is enough to take my sister for more than a month.
Yao Yuan sighed, carefully folded the brand-new banknotes in half, stuffed them into his coat pocket, buttoned them up, then pressed them with his hands, turned around and picked up a stack of blank deposit slips from the counter, stuffed them into an empty envelope, and stuffed them into an empty envelope. After getting into the back pocket, he reluctantly left the cool lobby of the bank.
The incident of losing the money happened one day before he was reborn. At that time, high school student Yao Yuan was still ignorant and casually let people touch his pockets on the street.
Looking back now, I still feel so angry that the thief who stole my money must die a good death!
Stretching my limbs in front of the bicycle, I can feel that my young body is now full of youthful vitality.
He jumped on the bicycle, swaying his body, and rode forward with all his strength. With his long hands and feet, he pedaled the 28 big bars effortlessly.
ha! An old soul, nearly fifty years old, has a young body again.
It's like...an old street car has been replaced with an F1 racing engine, and it goes wild with just a tap of the accelerator! It’s cool!
My legs kicked hard, and the flywheel of the bicycle made a sizzling sound under the force. I walked in the alley, as if flying close to the ground. Listening to the wind in my ears, I felt like an arrow.
In the quiet alleys under the sun, only the chirping of cicadas could be heard. The bicycles quickly passed through the alleys and rushed to the street.
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Smoke filled the streets.
There is a kebab stall on the roadside. The skewers of mutton are grilled under the charcoal fire and produce the Maillard reaction, exuding a unique burnt aroma. As the bursts of smoke come out, they are mixed with cumin and chili. The tempting smell filled the entire road.
The young man wearing a Uighur hat curled his tongue and yelled: "It's grilled, it's grilled! The mutton skewers from Xijiang cost 30 cents a skewer. If it's not delicious, don't pay!"
I just love the fireworks in this city!
This is called city life. There are no urban management or health inspectors. The mutton kebab stoves on the street have burning firewood on one side and cooked charcoal on the other, grilling the kebabs. It’s just so unscrupulous.
BBQ over an open fire!
There is no clenbuterol, no meat tenderizer, and no high-tech chemical or hard work. The simple combination of charcoal fire and mutton makes the aroma so overbearing.
What more bikes do you want? !
Yao Yuan squeezed the rear brake hard with his left hand, and the bicycle skidded beautifully and stopped in front of the mutton kebab stall.
He pulled out a "Great Unity" card from his pocket and said, "Friends, here are ten skewers!"
The Uyghur hat took the money with a smile, and kept shouting: "It smells good, it's great! If it doesn't smell good, no money is needed!"
If you are not greedy, you are not a good cook. Yao Yuan, who was once a good cook, put the change back into his pocket and eagerly took a handful of mutton skewers, his mouth full of oil.
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The streets are bustling with people.
There were three or four dark-haired half-year-old children hiding in the shade and looking at the street scene. A long-limbed foodie in front of the mutton skewers stall attracted their attention. They had never seen mutton skewers eating so delicious on the street. Yes, I leaned on my bicycle and jerked off a string, eating with my mouth full of oil and forgetting myself.
When they saw the envelope popping out of his bulging buttocks again, several children looked at each other, and the children's eyes were bright.
Eager to try.
A large shed was set up opposite the mutton kebab stall, and the shed was filled with chubby watermelons.
There are dark green watermelons, a variety called "Black Bengjiner", and a variety with beautiful stripes called "Qilin".
At the door, a sharp watermelon knife stood on the chopping board.
The weather was hot, and although there was shade in the greenhouse, the temperature was not low. The two watermelon sellers sat there shirtless, bored and with dull eyes.
Until I found a cyclist on the other side of the road. I watched the young man put the thick envelope into his butt pocket and, like a greedy man, he grabbed a handful of mutton skewers and got carried away.
The fat man selling melons looked at the foodie, and then looked sideways at some dark-haired young men across the street.
The fat man stretched out and moved his mouth. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he should have cursed: "s b!"
The foodie opposite seems to be in trouble!
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Ten skewers of mutton skewers are a bit unforgettable. Snacks are just snacks. For Yao Yuan now, ten skewers of mutton skewers are just a last resort.
After finishing the mutton kebabs, I still felt a little unsatisfied. I looked at the surroundings and thought of my greedy sister at home. I took out some change and handed it to the Uighur hat: "Friend, ten more kebabs!"
Holding ten skewers of mutton skewers and riding a 28-year-old bicycle with one hand on the handlebar, he swayed toward home.
Several teenagers behind him trotted all the way and followed quietly.
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This street is a well-known ethnic street. It is very lively and the security on the street is a bit chaotic. There are actually two police station security points at both ends of this less than 300-meter street.
Therefore, whenever there is any disturbance on the street, the security police respond very quickly.
When Yao Yuan was holding a dirty little kid with one hand and pointing one finger at the crowd of onlookers, still yelling and bluffing, the security police had already rushed over and stopped a street fight that was about to take place.
Of course, in the eyes of the two men selling melons across the street, if the security police arrived even one minute late, what would happen would not be considered a fight, but would most likely be a one-sided beating.
By the time Yao Yuan walked out of the security point at the west end of the street, it was already more than an hour later.
Frustrated, I stood on the steps and looked around. I found a few stinky children poking their heads in the distance. I couldn't help but curse: "You little bastards, just wait, don't fall into the hands of the uncle in the future!"
One of the taller children raised his hands in protest and said in a sullen voice: "Die A Nang!"
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The amount involved in the case was too small. Apart from a few dollars in change, there was a stack of worthless documents in the envelope. This situation was simply not enough to file a case. Moreover, the person involved was too young and could not be handled without a guardian.
As for the more than 500 yuan that Yao Yuan mentioned that was lost two days ago, the security police handling the case didn't care at all.
There was no record of reporting the money lost at that time. There seemed to be no other solution except admitting that it was unlucky.
Yao Yuan originally wanted to use the envelope in his pocket as bait to get back the lost money. At least he had to catch the thief to vent his anger. However, after what happened, he realized that his thinking was still too naive. It was easy to catch the thief, but there was no egg. I still can't get the lost money back.
Although I carry the memories of two lifetimes with me, life in this era does not seem to be that easy. I still need to adapt to the era I have experienced.
In 1993, on the road, in broad daylight, we must be careful of thieves? !
Why! A somewhat painful realization.
When Yao Yuan returned home, he had a headache when he faced Xiao Hua'er.
Yao Yuan's sister is named Yao Jiayi. She is nine years old this year and has a nickname called "Little Hua'er".
Xiao Hua'er's pigtails were raised and she looked at the cold mutton skewers on the table with a sarcastic look in her eyes: "Have you lost the entire five hundred yuan of living expenses?! Not at all! Leftover?"
