Go to the supermarket in the evening and pass the yogurt counter. Yogurt of various brands are neatly packed in rows. It gives off a seductive luster under the light. My daughter got excited immediately after seeing it. She walked over briskly. Touch this with experience, and look at that again. I picked up Yili red dates in a while, and picked up bright aloe in a while. I was very happy to see the date compared with the price. However, my eyes always fell on an inconspicuous corner beside me, where all kinds of wine were piled up. Plastic bowl, glass bottle. Full of clear soup, full of rice grains. A familiar warmth came to my mind, which made my thoughts drift to a long time ago. I remembered that during the hourly summer vacation, it was also such a midsummer afternoon. In those days, my tonsil became red and swollen, and I had a high fever, so I couldn’t eat anything. My parents went to work, and there was no one at home, only the wall clock on the wall walked around, making a ticking sound. Just as I was lying on the bed alone, I was in a daze. Suddenly, there was an old cry in my ear. The sweet wine was going to be cut down. The long sound of the sweet wine passed through the whole long alley, with the sound of cicadas beside the tree, it echoed in the dazzling sunshine in the afternoon. Hearing this, I suddenly felt refreshed, and a clear and sweet wine soup appeared in front of me. It was the first time that I had the desire to eat since I caught a cold. At the same time, I could only hear that the door of the next door opened one by one in the alley. Boys and girls ran out of the alley, holding bowls, laughing and chasing each other to the alley. After a while, a long crooked Dragon lined up in front of the old man selling wine. I managed to get up from the bed, went to the cupboard to take the big sea Bowl, took the change in my own piggy bank, and walked out of the house heavily. I saw the long dragon at the entrance of the alley slowly dispersed, and my friends went back to their own homes. The dark wrinkles on that old man’s face were stretching like knife carving, laughing like a chrysanthemum in the autumn wind. He counted the money with satisfaction, and then carefully picked up the wallet with a piece of blue cloth. Start to pack up the wooden barrels and prepare to close the stalls. I hurried past. At first glance, there was nothing in the bucket. Holding the bowl, I stood there blankly. My nose became sour and my eyes became red. The old man felt a little anxious at first sight, and comforted me quickly: kid, don’t cry, I will come back tomorrow, and the first one will come to you to sell. Hearing this, I couldn’t help falling down my tears. The old man stretched out his bare hands with withered veins and stroked the black hair on my head. As soon as he touched my forehead, he was surprised: my baby had such a high fever. I choked more when hearing this. The old man thought for a while and took out a bowl of wine from a big basket covered with white cloth nearby. The juice was particularly clear and the rice grains were particularly full. He poured the wine into my Bowl and said, “kid, this bowl was originally for my granddaughter. She is younger than you, and she is looking forward to me selling wine and going back early at home every day. Then he smiled at me with infinite kindness in his eyes, as if I were his granddaughter. I held the full bowl of wine, and felt warm in my heart. Later, I drank half a bowl of soup at a time, and my throat did not feel any pain when drinking. I only tasted a clear and sweet taste. Want to what? Just go over there and see it! My husband interrupted my meditation with a rush. I hurriedly picked up a box of wine and put it into the shopping cart. And buy this? Every time you buy it, you don’t eat it! This time it looks particularly good. I hide. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to take out the wine. As soon as I opened it, there was a pungent smell of medicinal wine. I tasted it and it was so sweet that I felt bitter. It was really hard to swallow, so I had to throw it into the dustbin secretly.

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