Old Street Bakery

I don't know when some blood donation volunteers came to the end of the street. Thanks to their efforts, some neighbors who came to donate blood gathered here, adding fuel to Yan Zhi's pastry business. The blood donation volunteers would send the tall boy over every day to buy more than twenty buns. , Yan Zhi didn't remember him, but the boy remembered that Yan Zhi was the big brother next door when he was a child. He remembered the veins on Yan Zhi's arms that bulged slightly when he helped his mother wash clothes. He remembered the back seat of the bicycle that his brother left for him when his mother was not free, and the breeze blowing on his face with a smile. He tried every excuse to live with Yan Zhi, and Yan Zhi's youthful aura that had been wiped out in the old street was reawakened by the young man, but Yan Zhi knew that he no longer had the unique courage of a young man... Intention: Don't be careful with me, I want you to embed in my body