I go north, you go south

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

While talking, Nan Zishu handed the sugar painting in his hand to Ling Bei's mouth: "Try it too, the taste is really, really, really authentic."

Speaking of this, Nan Zishu's hand stopped in mid-air with some stiffness.Ling Bei probably never ate these ordinary roadside snacks when he was a child, right?He shouldn't have any feelings for this smell, right?

While Nan Zishu was in a trance, Ling Bei had already moved closer to her, and then took her hand and mercilessly bit the sugar painting on the bamboo stick.

"Um"

Ling Bei slightly stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips stained with fine pieces of sugar, and he didn't mind tasting these casual delicacies in such a casual place.

"This should be a sugar juice made of brown sugar and white sugar." Ling Bei carefully recollected the process of melting the sugar painting in his mouth: "Sweet but not greasy, not only the styles are ever-changing, but the taste is also endless. No wonder it lasts for a long time. Enduring folk cuisine."

As he said that, Ling Bei nodded at Nan Zishu in a serious manner.

"President Ling is turning into a 'food critic'?" Nan Zishu was amused by Ling Bei's serious look.

Turning his head to look at the sugar painting in his hand, Nan Zishu seemed to have thought of something deep in his memory, and couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief: "I remember when I was young, there was a sugar painting at the entrance of South Third Street. Art booth."

"When I was young, I liked to squat there and watch the old man at the sugar painting booth draw sugar paintings as soon as I got out of school. After coming and going, he knew me."

Nan Zishu's eyes gradually drifted away, and his tone was filled with unconcealable nostalgia: "Sometimes he would treat me to sugar paintings for free. At that time, I thought he was very powerful, as if he could draw any pattern, and even Make it three-dimensional."

"But maybe I'm too stupid, and I still haven't learned it after watching him for a long time." Speaking of this, Nan Zishu first shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, and then couldn't help but sighed helplessly: "I'm a sophomore. During the summer vacation of that year, South Third Street was demolished. After that, my mother and I moved to Taoshan Community, and we never saw these people in the alley again.”

Her eyes couldn't help but glanced at all the sights around her, and the nostalgic look on her face made people feel that there seemed to be a deep sense of melancholy in her body.

It's just that Ling Bei listened quietly to Nan Zishu's words, but unconsciously thought of another thing.

"Shu Shu, you just said that you moved to Taoshan Community with your aunt during the summer vacation of your sophomore year?"

Ling Bei inexplicably paid attention to a less important topic.

"Yes." Nan Zishu withdrew his gaze from a distance. Although he obviously didn't understand why Ling Bei asked this question, he still answered very carefully: "My mother called me in May of that year and said Regarding the demolition, I hope I can come back earlier to help her move together. So I just came back right after the exam."

After Nan Zishu finished explaining, he didn't wait for Ling Bei's reaction for a long time.

Because it was only now that he finally knew why he couldn't find out the specific reason for Nan Zishu when he graduated and left Jiangcheng.

Ling Bei couldn't help but fell into the vortex of memories.

That was the only time he mustered up the courage to find her and tell her about this relationship in person.But when he finally had a chance to go to the student union to find her after he had dealt with everything, Chu Han told him that Nan Zishu had already left Jiangcheng ahead of schedule.