Chapter 6 The Bowl with Several Holes

Zhou Zhengan sat down and saw that Xiao Wu, who was sitting next to him, had just peeled an egg.

Zhou Zhengan couldn't help but smile and grabbed it.

"Give it to me, you peel another one!"

He stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.

He wanted to try the taste of the egg.

"Old Zhou, you are not authentic. You are not without eggs. You even want to snatch an egg. You can't taste it."

After saying this, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

He smiled awkwardly, and several people next to him also interrupted him.

"Old Zhou, what else do you want to eat? I still have pancakes and pickles here.

This pickle is mixed with chili sauce, sour and spicy..."

After saying this, the atmosphere became cold again, mainly because everyone realized that no matter which topic was poking at Old Zhou's pain.

Zhou Zhengan's face darkened.

He chewed hard.

No!

Why did this egg become tasteless again? How could it be possible?

He had just tasted the wheat aroma of the steamed bun, so why did the egg taste like chewing wax in his mouth?

He picked up the steamed bun that he had taken two bites of in the lunch box.

He picked up the teacup and poured half a cup of water into it, and took another bite of the steamed bun.

Zhou Zhengan's face was a little unpredictable.

The people around him looked at his face, which was sometimes green and sometimes red, and they couldn't figure out what was wrong with Zhou Zhengan.

They thought they didn't pay attention when they talked just now and hurt Zhou Zhengan.

But Lao Zhou is not such a petty person.

Who knew that Zhou Zhengan put the steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it again and again, frowning.

He really tasted the taste of the steamed bun.

Strong wheat aroma, light sweet fragrance.

Zhou Zhengan glanced at the food in the hands of others.

What's going on?

"Brother Li, let me break off a piece of the pancake."

Brother Li held a pancake with green onions in his hand, and smiled and handed it over when he heard this.

"I haven't eaten yet. If you want to eat, I'll give you all."

Zhou Zhengan took the pancake and took a big bite. It had no taste, really no taste.

Zhou Zhengan thought of everything that had just happened. Why could he taste the steamed buns, but not everything else?

Could it be that only the steamed buns taken out from the dining car could taste the taste?

Zhou Zhengan put the pancake down again and looked back at the hands of other comrades.

Finally, he saw the steamed buns that were taken out with him.

He rushed over to pick up the steamed bun, broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

There was disappointment in his eyes. It still had no taste. This steamed bun was completely different from the steamed bun he had just eaten.

"Lao Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yifan, his best friend, patted his shoulder with some concern. Lao Zhou had just come back from smoking a cigarette and was like crazy.

"Xiao Jiang, I can't explain it clearly. I don't know what to say. Let me be quiet for a while."

Zhou Zhengan pushed Jiang Yifan away and walked back to the door of the carriage.

He hammered the box with his hand in annoyance.

How could this happen?

Everything was fine, the only unexpected thing happened in the middle, that is, the girl named Xia Zhi took half of his steamed bun.

Could it be related to Xia Zhi?

Zhou Zhengan stared at the scenery flying by outside the window, shook his head, and his face was full of disbelief.

This is impossible!

But how to explain this, the steamed bun he just ate suddenly changed qualitatively.

Zhou Zhengan stood here alone for several hours.

Among them, passengers kept getting off the train, and the conductor drove him away. Zhou Zhengan felt as if he was trapped in a mystery.

But the feeling of being able to taste the taste is really irresistible.

No one can bear to let him go back to that kind of tasteless life.

Zhou Zhengan stayed until the second half of the night, and the whole person recovered.

He has made up his mind.

There is a firm look in his eyes.

He must try it. Is it related to that girl? Is it because of this girl, or is it an illusion?

If he remembered correctly, the girl said her name was Xia Zhi, and she should have come from the next car.

And the girl said that she was going to support the construction of the border, which means that this train was the terminal.

He would definitely find this girl tomorrow.

He forced himself to go back to his seat and dozed for a while, until the sky just got light.

He couldn't sleep.

They had special treatment, three meals a day, and they could go to the dining car to get their fixed quota of food.

Zhou Zhengan rushed to the dining car with a lunch box early in the morning.

The breakfast looked good, there was millet porridge, and each person was given two steamed buns, and an egg and a small plate of pickles were given for the more luxurious ones.

Compared with the meals they usually had in the reclamation area, this place was like a fairyland.

Zhou Zhengan hesitated for a moment, it was not appropriate to use his lunch box to deliver food to the girl. He asked the comrades in the dining car and bought a large teacup from her.

The white teacup was written with five big words "Serve the People".

In order to prove that he was not mistaken, he first broke off a piece of the steamed bun and tasted it.

Eggs are not easy to break, and it is not easy to give them to the girl if they are broken.

But he could not mistake the steamed bun, and it tasted different from the steamed bun he had eaten yesterday.

He held the lunch box in one hand and the teacup in the other.

Zhou Zhengan walked into the carriage nervously, searching the crowd one by one, trying to find the face in his memory yesterday.

Xia Zhi sat on the seat and pressed her stomach with her hand.

Half a steamed bun was really useless. She was hungry again, but she couldn't buy anything.

More importantly, she hadn't drunk water for a day and a night, and her lips were dry and peeling.

Didn't she see that the educated youth sitting opposite her seat looked at her with more and more wrong eyes.

Xia Zhi didn't care, but she was indeed short of water. It was estimated that no one would agree to borrow someone's teacup at this time.

Liu Qianjin, who was sitting next to her, didn't have a teacup either, but held a broken porcelain bowl in his hand.

The edge of the bowl had been cut open several times.

Xia Zhi thought, otherwise she would ask Liu Qianjin to borrow a bowl, and Liu Qianjin would definitely not refuse.

But she was afraid that she couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart.

If I remember correctly, Liu Quanjin had told her before that this broken bowl of his was of commemorative significance, as Dahuang from their family had grown up with him since childhood.

Dahuang used this bowl to eat and drink.

Later, Dahuang died, and Liu Qianjin took this bowl to commemorate Dahuang and changed it for his own use.

Xia Zhi couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart just by thinking about it.

While hesitating and struggling here, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

"Xia Zhi, I finally found you."

Xia Zhi raised his head and met a pair of eyes full of surprise and joy.

How to describe it?

Those eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

The eyes were secondary, the main thing was the light in the eyes.

Finding himself was like finding the most precious treasure in the world.