Chapter 27 buy buns

The steamed bun stall in the market behind the house makes authentic Shandong steamed buns, plump and firm, with a strong wheat aroma. Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, when the steamed buns are opened, well-known people will line up in front of the steamed bun stand, waiting for the villagers from Shandong to open the steamer. The moment when the steamed buns are opened is the most touching, the white smoke rises in bursts, and the scent of the steamed buns—or wheat—is overflowing with the smoke. In less than half an hour, all the steamed buns, flower rolls, and buns are sold out, and the Shandong fellows will say loudly: "My fellow villagers! Today's steamed buns are all sold out. Tomorrow morning, thank you for your support." .”

The people who bought the steamed buns left happily. Those who didn't get the steamed buns also left in great disappointment. The villagers in Shandong folded the steamer, covered it with a white cloth, and closed the stall. I once asked him, the business is so good, why not make more steamed buns for sale?He said: "My steamed buns are all handmade, and I am already busy selling these few baskets. Moreover, I earn so much money to do it. What?Money is enough. " As long as I am free, I will go to the market to queue up, buy a rye steamed bun, taste it carefully, and feel that there is something special in the ordinary life.

Sometimes, I will look at the people who line up to buy steamed buns, some are housewives, some are hawkers or workers, some are students, and some are white-collar workers in neat suits. On several occasions, I saw a man picking up trash on the street. Once, I also saw beggars begging in the market, also queuing up to buy steamed buns. (Indeed, a steamed bun worth six yuan is enough for a beggar to have a full meal.) So many people with completely different lives are eating steamed buns from the same stall without distinction, which makes me feel strange: In this world, we live different lives because of different roles. How similar is the life of all people in a basic state: birth, eating and drinking, growing up, aging, and walking the road of life.

We can all taste a steamed bun as we taste the taste of life, but it can be deep or shallow, some rough and some delicate. We also have our own experience of life, but it is broad or narrow, some are clear and some are chaotic. But in any case, life itself is worth celebrating! Just like the man from Shandong at the steamed bun stand, he spent half his life amidst the war and drifted to this small island to sell steamed buns. This kind of life journey was not what he expected in his youth, and there was a lot of misery and helplessness in it.But seeing him go through so many vicissitudes, when he opens the steamer every day, he has a happy expression and a vigorous posture, like white smoke, and the fragrance of wheat is overflowing.

Every day when I watch an old man who is nearly seventy years old open a steamer, I see the joy and longing for life. How good it is that the potential of life is steaming no matter when and where!How grateful!