Night Reading 丨 Oil Hangzi deep in the alley

□ Wang Lingjuan

When the twilight quietly passed through the street, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the busy figures of the stalls, lengthening their backs, and the rhythm of the flow of people kicked off. Various snacks on the streets and alleys are full of fragrance, full of fireworks in the market. Among them, Yau Dunzi is my favorite. Yau Dunzi is a traditional street snack in the free shipping area, also known as oily terminal or oil pier, and vegetarian stuffing is also called radish silk cake. It is also my favorite taste.

The year I just graduated to Suzhou for internship, I rented it on the loft in the old town. Every day, you can see a grandma selling oil pier at the alley. Grandma's business has always been very good, the stalls are not large, and things are clean and tidy. Grandmother's hands and feet were mammate. Every time she met her, she was busy and greeted me while smiling. I also stopped buying a few oil pier.

Slowly, she was familiar with the grandmother, and she would be waiting for the empty, chatting with her, and learned that Grandma was 70 years old. The family advised her not to come out to set up a stall, fearing that she was hard to get sick. She said that she was very good and couldn't hold it at home. When she came out to make some money, she was also to subsidize the grandson of college. Speaking of which, the old man laughed and opened the flowers. I don't know what she thought of at that moment. The smile was from the heart of her heart, proud, and comforting.

Later, because of my work, I moved away from the alley in the old city and went to the other end of the city. There are no snack vendors near the apartment, and the intersection of returning home from get off work is no other. In addition to the 24 -hour convenience store. The busy life dilutes a lot of memories.

Goodbye is 3 years later. On that day, he took a foreign friend to the city to play, and inadvertently walked to the alley rented before. I unexpectedly found that the grandma was still setting up the stall, and the business was as good as ever, and the person in front of the stall was around.

I pulled my friends behind the team and introduced her to the grandma's oil pier. It was delicious. The oil pier that was just out of the pan will not be particularly greasy when the oil is filtered. Crispy incense, slightly salty radish shreds are still crispy, and the aftertaste is endless.

When I paid for, I was still 2 yuan. I suspected whether I heard it wrong and asked in surprise, "Granny, isn't this the price 3 years ago? These years have been this price? "

After seeing me for a long time, Granny finally recognized me, and said to me with a smile: "Girl, you, but I have never seen you for several years! My wife hasn't thought about the price increase, but Later, I felt that this radish and green onions were planted in my own home. It was not worth it. I sold it at this price and was used to it, so I won't increase the price. "

Granny also said that her grandson graduated from college. Without her subsidy, she often lined up to buy her oil pier. Keep doing it. I watched her grandmother's wrinkled smiley face, and suddenly she respectfully, how simple and kind old people. She is a clear stream of this city. People who have warmly shuttled in this small street and alleys have also flowed into countless. In people's heart.

Each city has several memory full of memory. They cross time, with a kind of inheritance, just like the "oil pier" of the grandma, which has suffered from all kinds of torrents of the oil pan, and can overflow the fragrance that makes people want to stop And Grandma's hard -working and simple quality is the priceless treasure.

Source: Excerpted from the "Chutian Metropolis Daily" July 19, 2022 A17 version of the nostalgia author Wang Lingjuan

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