Song Ci knocked on the car door. Song Fei put down the lathe, handed out the spicy strips, and asked her, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Ci swallowed subconsciously, quickly pulled out two spicy strips, and stuffed them into her mouth. There was no portion for Han Zhan. While chewing the spicy strips, Song Ci said, "How long have you been waiting?"

"Twenty-three minutes."

"Then let's go. Go early and come back early."

"Um."

Song Ci ran back to her car. As soon as she got in, Han Zhan smelled the tempting smell of spicy noodles. "What did you eat?"

“Spicy noodles.”

"Didn't you bring me some?"

"There's no share for you." Song Ci stuck out her tongue, unscrewed Han Zhan's cup of warm water and took a sip. The hot water scalded her tongue, and Song Ci couldn't help but open her mouth and exhale.

Seeing Yan Jiang and his friends' car start moving, Han Zhan started the car and followed. The journey was long, so Han Zhan found a way to talk to Song Ci. "When I was a kid, about eight or nine years old, I also really liked eating spicy strips."

At that time, Han Zhan had just recovered and was able to eat snacks.

When I was in elementary school, the spicy noodles sold at the school canteen were a favorite. "Back then, they were cheap and delicious. There was a type of spicy noodles called shredded spicy noodles, packed in a thin plastic bag. Every day after the second period, there was a fifteen-minute break. I could quickly run to the canteen to buy a bag of spicy noodles, then return to the classroom and secretly eat them for the entire class."

Song Ci could imagine that scene, vivid and interesting. She asked, "How did you sell spicy strips back then?"

"One dime a pack, eleven packs for one dollar. That was in 1997 and 1998. For many children, it was lucky to have two or three dime pocket money a day."

Han Zhan's family was relatively well-off, and his grandmother doted on him. He had fifty cents of pocket money every day, and was considered a small rich man in his class.

Song Ci said, "Brother Han was born in the second month of the lunar calendar, 1988, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Song Ci thought of some memes she had seen on the Internet before and asked Han Zhan: "Brother Han, have you ever had that kind of afro hairstyle?" Students born in the 1990s and 1980s all dyed their hair and had afros during adolescence, thinking they were very fashionable.

Han Zhan shook his head, "I haven't done it, but Du Xueyan has."

"Ah?" Song Ci couldn't imagine what Du Xueyan would look like with an Afro. "Does she look good with an Afro?"

Han Zhan's answer was very honest: "She was like a hedgehog. She had a perm the day before, and the next day her mother chased her to the school gate and cut it off with a pair of scissors."

Song Ci was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Han Zhan told Song Ci: "In fact, those who can do that kind of hairstyle are usually students in vocational schools, or children who are left at home without their parents." They are all somewhat rebellious children.

Speaking of these interesting things, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What about you, what stupid things did you do during your adolescence?"

Song Ci thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Almost nothing. My parents died when I was just entering puberty, and my sister became a vegetable. I was adopted by the Mu family, and I was so focused on becoming better and pleasing my adoptive parents that I didn't dare do anything that would displease them."

During adolescence, Song Ci didn't even dare to think about perming her hair, going to bars, and going to Internet cafes, nor would she do those things.

Han Zhan suddenly looked up and touched Song Ci's head. He said, "If you want to get a perm, I can accompany you."

Song Ci was frightened, "No, I don't like it."

Han Zhan didn't say anything more about it. When they arrived at Caijia Village, after the four of them paid their respects to Song's father and mother, Han Zhan picked up his phone and searched Baidu for a question:

What stupid things did the kids born in 1998 do during their adolescence?

This Spring Festival, Han Zhan wanted to accompany Song Ci to do all the stupid things that she didn't have the chance to do when she was a girl.