casserole lady

Chapter 240 Memory Recovery (1)
Small streets and green alleys, the bluestone slabs on the streets are covered with moss, and there are various sundries on the ground, which is in a mess. Occasionally, a few trees on both sides were burnt in the flames of war, and occasionally houses collapsed, but no one repaired them.There are signboards and flags on the streets on both sides, some are Chen Ji Restaurant, some are Songjia Grain Store and so on.

Duan Qing walks into this alley, but only a few months later, this alley is no longer what it used to be, many shops have changed their brand names, and many houses are no longer what they used to be.

Some green brick and tile houses were obviously built last year, but now they are covered with the dust of the years.

It was only a few months of hard work, but somehow it seemed like many years had passed.

Or is the memory wrong, or is the flames of war destroying everything here so much.

Duan Qing panicked for a moment, but couldn't bear to think about it.

She walked forward step by step, getting closer to the hometown, and she seemed to be stepping on the clouds with each foot.

When I came to the familiar courtyard No. 23, Qingyi Lane, I stood still and looked over, but it had already collapsed, and even the door frame looked scorched.Among the miscellaneous stones and gravels, there are dirt half-covered by large flowers of red satin that have long since faded in color, and no one knows what happened.

Duan Qing stood silently for a long time, but there was no one around.I don't know how many people died during the war, even if she wanted to find someone to inquire about it, it was difficult.

But just at this time, an old man passed by with a bunch of fried cakes. Seeing someone in the alley, he hurried past with his head down, as if he saw a ghost.

Duan Qing stopped the old man and called out: "Old man, if you dare to ask, do you know where the people here have gone?"

Seeing her kind tone, the old man stopped and replied: "How can I know, she was either killed by the Southern barbarians, or escaped."

Ran away?
Duan Qing ignored the first half, and asked the old man directly: "Where can I escape to?"

The old man remembered that his grandson was crying and wanted to eat fried rice cakes. If not, how could he come out to the streets at this time of year, so he replied impatiently: "Where else can I go, it's nothing more than Phoenix City! In this world, besides there, Is there still a place of peace!"

When Duan Qing heard this, his eyes lit up.

Thinking of what I saw in the military camp in the past, the jar dishes from the one-person restaurant in Phoenix City...

A strong hope was suddenly ignited in her eyes, and her spirit was lifted, she bent down to thank the old man, turned her head and walked away.

The old man looked at her back, thinking of a woman who is in a state of chaos. Could it be that she is going to Phoenix City?The old man sighed, it's not easy for anyone in this world.

The old man thought of his grandson, so he hurried home. Who knew that when he got home, he gave the fried rice cake to his grandson. When the grandson saw it, he cried, "Why is there no sugar in this rice cake?"

Seeing this, the daughter-in-law hurriedly stretched out her hand to hit her son: "You little bastard, do you know how chaotic it is outside? Your grandfather went to the street to buy rice cakes for you, but you..."

The old man hurriedly stopped his daughter-in-law's hand, and patted his grandson's delicate face: "That's all, that's all, grandpa is going to buy you candy." He ignored his daughter-in-law's obstruction, and went out.

Who knew that this time when passing by that courtyard again, there was another woman standing there.

At first glance, it looks very similar to the woman just now, but when you look closely, it looks different, and the clothes are also different.

The old man sighed: "How come there are so two in one day!"

Qin Zheng stood in front of his own house, recalling scenes from his childhood in his mind.Mother was gone long ago, and it was not easy for father to raise her alone, and also to take care of the business of the family shop for a living.When I was a child, I was also naughty, often fighting and making trouble outside like a boy, and I don't know how much I made my father worry about it.

(End of this chapter)