What Should I Do If the System Forces Me To Copy Books?

Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is silent.

There has never been any word related to "mother's love" in the story, but it explains everything in every detail:

The clothes of the two sons seem to change every year, but the mother's appearance for three consecutive years is the same sentence "wearing that out-of-season and some faded short coat".

I don't know why, seeing this, Qiu Zhiguo's nose is a little pantothenic, and there are a lot of speechless emotions in his heart that he wants to share with others. Unfortunately, when he looks around, he doesn't even have anyone to talk to. His wife is still working in the unit. , his son is far away in Qiongzhou in the south of the country.

The storyline is also here, and finally began to introduce the situation of the mother and son.

Through the dialogue with the mother and son, the noodle restaurant owner and his wife finally learned the whole story:

It turned out that the child's father died in an accidental traffic accident, but there is no such thing as "the lights go out when people die". People are gone, but the debt left over is borne by the mother of the child.

For so many years, my mother has been repaying her debts, so the only extravagant occasion on New Year's Eve is a simple bowl of Yangchun noodles in clear soup that is readily available in the eyes of ordinary people.

The children of poor families were in charge early, and the tears dried up as early as when their father died unexpectedly. The two children were also very sensible.

[“My brother and I also have something to hide from my mother, which I can tell today. It was on a Sunday in November. I went to my brother’s school to attend a parent-teacher meeting. At that time, my brother had hidden a letter from the teacher to read to him. The letter written by the younger brother... If the composition written by the younger brother is selected as the representative of the town high school, he will be able to participate in the national composition competition. Because of this, the teacher asked the younger brother to read the composition aloud on the day of the parent-teacher meeting. If the teacher's letter is to be shown to the mother Now, my mother will definitely ask for leave from the company to listen to my brother reading the composition, so my brother did not give this letter to my mother. I heard about this from my brother's friend. So, on the day of the parent-teacher meeting, it was me went."

"Oh, that's it... Then what happened later?"

"The topic of the composition given by the teacher is, 'What kind of person do you want to be in the future'. All the students have written it, and the topic of my brother is "A Bowl of Clear Soup Yangchun Noodles". As soon as I heard this topic, I knew it was written by Xingfu Noodle House. At that time, I thought, how could this guy, brother, write such embarrassing things.

"The composition was written that my father died in a traffic accident and left a huge debt. My mother worked hard every day from morning to night, and I went to deliver the morning and evening papers... My brother wrote it all. Then I wrote it again, December 30. One night, the mother and son ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles in clear soup, which was very delicious... The three of them only bought a bowl of Yangchun noodles in clear soup. The uncles and aunts of the noodle restaurant still received us warmly, thanked us, and wished us a good life Year. From what my brother heard, the voice of blessing was clearly saying to him: Don't bow your head! Come on! Live well! Therefore, when my brother grows up and wants to open a noodle restaurant that is number one in China, he must also say to the customers. : 'Come on!' 'I wish you happiness!' 'Thank you!' My brother read the composition aloud..."]

That night, the mother and son ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles for the first time ever.

The red-eyed boss replied, but this time he threw the entire three bowls of noodles into the steaming hot pot.

Qiu Zhiguo suddenly reached out and rubbed his eyes, the eyes hidden under his glasses were already slightly red.

Thirty yuan is the price of these two bowls of Yangchun noodles that belong to the mother and son alone.

The story here is still slowly advancing with this seemingly bland narrative...

In the following years, every New Year's Eve on the 30th New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife of the Happy Noodle Restaurant would deliberately reserve the second table in advance, but unfortunately, the mother and son never showed up again.

until later.

Because the business of Happy Noodle House is getting more and more prosperous, the owner and his wife of the noodle house have renovated the shop again.

The tables and chairs have been replaced with new styles, but the second table is still like wine!

In the eyes of customers who enter this happy noodle restaurant to eat noodles, the second table placed in the center of the store is so incompatible with the whole store, many people are very curious whether there is something unknown in it s story.

Some bold customers deliberately asked why, and the noodle restaurant owner and his wife did not hide it at all.

that's all--

The story about the No. 2 table in the Happy Noodle House makes the No. 2 table synonymous with "happiness".

Customers pass ten, ten pass, one hundred, one by one word of mouth.

Soon someone came specially from afar. There are female students and young couples. They come to Xingfu Noodle Restaurant with no other requirements, except that they want a bowl of Yangchun noodles on the second table of Xingfu.

Over time, Happiness Table 2 became famous for it!

Ten years later, the mother and son, whom everyone thought had disappeared, finally reappeared.

At this time, the elder brother and younger brother have grown up and have enough prospects. This time, the mother also put on a brand new down jacket.

["Um... three bowls of Yangchun noodles, okay?" The woman in the kimono said calmly.

After hearing this, the face of the proprietress suddenly changed. The images of the mother and son that were left in my mind more than ten years ago overlapped with the images of the three in front of me.

The proprietress pointed at the three visitors, her eyes collided with the eyes of her husband who was looking for leeks at the counter.

"Ah! Ah... the child's father!"

Facing the overwhelmed proprietress, one of the young people spoke up.

"We were the customers who ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles together on New Year's Eve 14 years ago. At that time, it was the encouragement of this bowl of Yangchun noodles that made the three of us work together to get through the difficult years. After that, we moved to Shiga Prefecture, my mother's in-law's home."

"I passed the doctor's national exam this year and am now working as an intern at a university hospital in Kyoto. In April next year, I will be working at a general hospital in Sapporo. My younger brother, who has not yet opened a noodle restaurant, is now working at a bank in Kyoto. I am discussing with my younger brother. ~www.readwn.com~ planned the first luxury action in my life. That's it, today we

The three mothers and sons came to visit on purpose, and wanted to trouble you to burn three bowls of Yangchun noodles. "

The boss and his wife, who nodded while listening, burst into tears. 】

Qiu Zhiguo bit his lower lip, as if he was holding back some kind of emotion that was about to brew to the limit.

But all the emotions were broken down with a simple sentence.

Just because of the simple words of the mother and son: "Boss, three bowls of Yangchun noodles."

All this is like going to a silent appointment spanning ten years.

The story goes like this:

["Okay—three bowls of Yangchun noodles—" But the tearful husband didn't respond. 】

Qiu Zhiguo picked up a tissue and wiped the hot tears from his eyes. He suddenly felt that short stories could be so touching.