Time | Junna: Junping Street in Memory

Text/Juna

When I was a child, I lived with my grandparents on Junping Street in the center of Chengdu. This is a small street of several hundred meters long, connected to the banbian bridge in the east and the small south street in the west, and there are only fifty or sixty households on the whole street. On both sides of the street, there are rows of green tile bungalows.

Lived in a bungalow on the street, close to the sky and close to the rain. From the window on the second floor, on the opposite side of the continuous gray and black roof is a large sky, white, gray, light blue, blue and other colors are arbitrarily changed, hanging a piece of golden light in the morning or sunset, the sky is picturesque, beautiful and moving.

At that time, there was more rain than now, and it would rain for two or three days in one breath, falling softly and gently, and gently wetting the street. When the rain fell heavily, it fell down the eaves and splashed on the ground. The child stood on the edge of the street looking at the raindrops and stretched out his small hand, holding the rain in the palm of his hand, but it disappeared into the fingers in an instant.

The street Ginger Family Grocery Store is a favorite place for children to go. The shelves on the wall are all invisible to the cigarettes, wine, chili noodles, soy sauce, vinegar and other things, only looking at the sour plum powder, myrisu, fish fillets, chocolate beans, Dali snow plums in the high glass cabinet... There are also sesame sauce ice cream and doll heads hidden in the freezer.

At first, I had to tiptoe to buy snacks, and a small hand was raised high to hand over money and things, and then I grew taller a little bit, and gradually I didn't have to work hard. This is not surprising, for a long time, I first saw the white fat and fat hands of the treasurer Aunt Jiang, and then the wide plate face wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Junping Street is more lively than other small streets. The vegetable market on the street in front of it extends over, and the vendors set up stalls along the street. The sound of shouting, selling and bargaining gradually rose in the morning, and the half-afternoon gradually reached the peak, and the hawkers gradually faded away in the afternoon. In addition to the hustle and bustle, the temporary butcher's stalls also bring convenience to people, and it is too late to buy garlic and green onions when cooking.

The most noisy is that near the Spring Festival, every household is filled with sausages. The family gets together, the casings, the meat, the meat, the ropes, each in place, with tacit understanding. Children also have something to do, taking needles and piercing their eyes on a section of sausage that has been filled, and adults say to "deflate" them. This is also the time when the neighbors communicate with each other most intensively, the east family borrows the west family meat grinder, and the west family evenly gives the east family casings. When the sausage bacon dried on the street is fragrant in the wind, the neighbors also smile and begin to say New Year auspicious words to each other.

At that time, life passed slowly, and door-to-door visits were a daily routine for neighbors, especially the elderly. Opposite Grandma Zhao and Grandma Wen at the end of the street, almost every day to chat with Grandpa and Grandma. Sometimes I bring a few cinnamon balls, a bunch of grapes or a bowl of steamed buns... You will also take hot dumplings and fragrant dishes back to the end.

The mugwort steamed bun made by Grandma Wen is green and oily, with the color of spring and the taste of spring. The guiyuan I took from Grandma Zhao's hand was the first time I ate it. I tore off the small pieces of fat, crystalline flesh and squinted at the light for a long time.

Grandma Zhao is a knife mouth, but she loves her grandchildren very much, and specially vacates the room for him to get married. On the day of the wine, I lay downstairs window and watched the liveliness. The sun shines, the green tiles on the roofs of every house sparkle, and the table is placed from the house to the street edge. Grandma Zhao's thin face was constantly smiling. The wide cuffs of the fashionable culottes worn by the bride sway gently with the footsteps of the toast. At that time, everything in my eyes was warm and baked.

There is no feast under the heavens. Urban development engulfed the old streets of the old city. In 2001, the bungalows on Junping Street were demolished, the houses were no longer there, the people were scattered, and the neighbors had not seen each other for nearly 20 years. I don't know the self-deprecating name of the light tree (light tree harmonic pronunciation "light loss"), the fashionable Jiang Xiaomei, the "ten thousand yuan household" Dajiang, the great sister who eats skewers together, the mischievous Jiang classmate... How is life now?

After the transformation, Junping Street is spacious and refreshing, but it is no longer difficult to find the fireworks and smell of the small street that was once a star and a half. The years have passed, and the little taste of the past can only be traced in memory.

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