More than an hour later, on the rooftop of the hotel.

Yang Chen held a palm-shaped fan in one hand and a large handful of mutton skewers in the other hand, humming a small song happily.

The white smoke in the sky rose, and the air was filled with the fragrance of barbecue.

The moon tonight is particularly round, and the bright moonlight reflects mottled light and shadow.

I leaned on the lounge chair and looked at Yang Chen with great interest. At that moment, time seemed to flow backwards. We returned to the market where Yang Chen set up a stall, and back to the green years of drinking beer in groups and bragging about it.

"If I have money in the future, I must send my grandparents to the most awesome nursing home, so that my younger brothers and sisters can study Harvard and Cambridge! When they have the ability in the future, they will be designated to make a lot of money and respect me and my grandparents."

"When I become rich in the future, I must buy the National Taiwan University A6 son Guang Zong Yaozu, and let those little sluts who disliked my broken car cry and shouted to take my car. No, I want to buy two, one drives and one pushes, how can I show off? Lang Ge, what are you going to do if you have money?"

"If I have money, I will build a building. After all, my brothers will have a house for each person, eat together, live together, my wife knitted sweaters and embroidered insoles, and the children will play games together, and play chickens."

I remember that every time I get drunk, I, Yang Chen and Qian Long like to run to the river dam in the county, while enjoying the future while enjoying the wind.

Thinking about it now, although we were so poor that we were famine everywhere at that time, we were really happy. We always thought that we could be invincible when we grew up, but in reality, we were getting older and we were less happy. I can't even remember the year or month of the last time we showed a sincere smile.

"Try it, see if my skills are regressing."

While thinking about it, a large cluster of hot skewers were still pulling in front of me. Yang Chennu nodded and teased: "You are sleeping? I'm so idle, so let's get the fire up for me and fuck me!"

I rubbed a big bite of meat skewers without hesitation, then curled my lips and hummed: "I won't go. I just said I'm ordering takeout, you have to be poor."

"Barring, can you eat anything sold outside? I have been in this industry for many years, and no one knows the tricks inside." Yang Chen also grabbed a skewer and wrapped it, and snorted: "It seems a bit raw. Keep going in a daze. I'll roast a few more chicken wings."

I took another sip of the meat skewers, frowned and asked, "Xiaowei and the others are in the hotel, should I call them all over?"

"What are you calling them for? The generation gap is three years old. They may not like the rare things we have." Yang Chen waved his hand and continued to go back to the barbecue grill to incite the small palm fan.

I looked at his back, then looked down at the golden skewers that were grilled in my hand, and doubts once again came to my mind.

But I didn't say anything, but grabbed a bottle of beer, bite the cap, and tilted my neck to drink several large gulps.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Yang Chen finally finished his "barbecue addiction". Looking at the pile of meat skewers piled up in front of us, we both laughed like we were mentally ill.

"Smile, isn't the grilled one delicious?" Yang Chen held the bottle and touched me, and snorted: "It's not that I'm bragging to you. Do you believe it or not if we didn't walk on this road, I'm definitely the coolest barbecue in Lin County now. If you want to eat my skewers, you have to make an appointment."

"I believe this." I grabbed the ultimate meat skewers and lowered my head and grunted hard as if I was wronged: "Don't you say it, I haven't moved for so many years, and your skills have not fallen apart at all. If you have the chance in the future, you still have to set up another stall and not let this skill be lost."

"That's a must." Yang Chen smiled and said, "I've thought about it all and go back to the market where I used to set up stalls. At that time, I will cover the entire street. Think about the scene of people queuing up to buy me strings. I can wake up with a smile in my dreams. Oh, what's the name of our stall?"

"Anything is OK, as you like." I grabbed my nose and buried my head deeper.

"No, just eat it, but your neck is broken, and it's drooping." Yang Chen got up, lifted my chin up, suddenly, he paused, stared at me with his eyes and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

"When did it happen?" I asked back with my mouth biting.

"What...when did you say? What did you say? I can't even understand a word." Yang Chen's face appeared with panic, and then he deliberately grinned his front teeth: "Is it because my brother's meat skewers are so delicious that they make you cry? It's okay, you just say it, it's not embarrassing."

I stared at his eyes without hesitation and said, "Is it the sequelae left by your brain injury?"

The reason is that the big meat skewers grilled by Yang Chen look extremely tempting on the outside, but in fact they taste very bad. They are either salty or light like boiled water. At first I thought he didn't perform well, so I pretended to be enjoying it very much, but later I found that every meat skewer was like this.

I pretended, but Yang Chen seemed to have no awareness of this at all, which only means that there was a problem with his taste.

Seeing my tears in my eyes, Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, then put down the skewers in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile: "It's a good thing I didn't call Xiaowei and the others, otherwise my reputation in this life would be ruined. I usually brag for them, saying how delicious I baked it, so do you, don't know how to give me some face and pretend to be the end!"

I sucked my nose and asked, "Didn't you see a doctor?"

"I've seen it, I've seen all Chinese and Western medicine, but I can't help it!" Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's indeed a sequelae left behind. At the beginning, I just felt that the taste of eating was not very fragrant, but later this situation became more and more serious. My taste disappeared and my sense of smell disappeared. Everything I ate was like chewing candles, but it was nothing. I've been used to it for a long time, haha..."

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and continued, "Okay, order takeout, finally drink it back, so don't be too happy because of the food."

"I like to eat this skewers when ordering a basket. Whoever I snatched from me, and who would be anxious with me?" I grabbed his cell phone, grabbed a few skewers and sent them to my mouth, and waved my hand vaguely: "There are nothing wrong except a bit light or a little salty. Let's find someone to improve it, so it won't affect the stall setting up."

"You, you're just talking about society." Yang Chen glanced at me, grabbed the bottle and touched me again.

After two bottles of beer, I wiped the oil stains on my mouth and said: "Besides not having any taste, are there any other sequelae? Physical or organs."

"What are you thinking? I'm as strong as a cow. If you want two sons again, I can help you." Yang Chen smiled and scolded: "As long as Xiaoya is willing, I don't care. If it really doesn't work, Xiaoying will do whatever she wants, hehe..."

"Take you up!" I raised my arms and pretended to scare me: "Give me the specific location and contact information tomorrow morning, and I will ask me to book the fastest ticket and take a look."

"If you don't explain the construction site clearly?" Yang Chen said unexpectedly.

"There is Brother Lei on the construction site, and I can't help much even if I go there." I shook my head and said, "Besides, the troubles on Xiaohui should be solved. I will take Dizang to flatten it. Anyway, I am not going to put it on the other end, so I am not afraid of any sequelae."

"You are just a mental illness, and you think it's the same." Yang Chen was suddenly angry for some reason and cursed: "You said you should take care of the construction site first, but I didn't have time to arrange it. Damn! If I had known this, I would have roasted a chicken feather skewers for you tonight."

I stared at him with a fascination: "No, I'll go and help Xiaohui gain a foothold. What are you going to arrange?"

He was a little unnatural when I saw him, and he coughed twice, "Then you have to make arrangements in advance, otherwise you know who you are fighting with in the past. It would be a good idea to win. Losing does not mean causing trouble for Xiaohui. I will ask Xiaohui first tomorrow, it is not too late for you to set off the day after tomorrow."

"Ah, I'm eating Lang Ge, Brother Chen..."

While we were making a statement, He Guangying suddenly appeared from the rooftop, holding a large tray in both hands, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, two brothers, the kitchen is a little busy today, I just made a free hand to stew a pot of meat for you."

"Put down the things, you can rest early." I waved my hand impatiently to drive him away.

"Okay!" He Guangying's little chicken pecked at rice and then said, "Oh, by the way, Brother Lang, I forgot to tell you something. I just went out to buy cigarettes and heard people talk nonsense, saying that Yang Guang seemed to have stabbed someone again. This time he was a project person. I don't know who was so unlucky. You see, you need to continue asking if you want to..."
Chapter completed!