Chapter 443 10-Year Agreement

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

There are never any words related to "maternal 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 outfit appeared on the stage for three consecutive years, and she always said "wearing that faded short coat that is out of season".

For some reason, seeing this, Qiu Zhiguo's nose was slightly sour, and there was a lot of silent emotion in his heart that he wanted to confide in others. Unfortunately, looking around at this time, he didn't even have anyone to confide in. His wife was still working at the unit. , and his son is far away in Qiongzhou, South of the country.

The plot of the story also came here, and finally began to introduce the situation of the mother and child.

Through the conversation with the mother and son, the noodle shop 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 a person dies" in this world. People are gone, but the leftover debts are borne by the child's mother.

All these years, my mother has been paying off her debts, so the only rare extravagance on New Year's Eve is a bowl of simple Yangchun noodles in clear soup that is readily available in the eyes of ordinary people.

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

【"My brother and I also have something to hide from my mother, and we can talk about it today. It was a Sunday in November, and 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. A letter from my younger brother... If my brother's composition is selected as the representative of the town high school, he will be able to participate in the national composition competition. Because of this, on the day of the parent meeting, the teacher asked my brother to read the composition by himself. If the teacher's letter is shown to my mother Yes, my mother will definitely ask for leave from the company to listen to my younger brother reading the composition, so my younger brother did not give this letter to my mother. I still heard about this from my younger brother’s friends. Therefore, on the day of the parent meeting, it was me went."

"Oh, that's right... Then what happened?"

"The title of the composition given by the teacher is, 'What kind of person do you want to be in the future'. All the students wrote it, and the title of my younger brother was "A Bowl of Clear Soup Yangchun Noodles". As soon as I heard the title, I knew it was about the Happiness Noodle Restaurant. At that time, I thought, brother, why did he write such embarrassing things.

"The composition is that my father died in a traffic accident and left a large debt. My mother worked hard from morning till night, and I delivered the morning and evening papers... My brother wrote it all. Then I wrote it again, December 30th One night, the mother and son ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles in clear soup,

Very delicious... The three of us only bought a bowl of Yangchun noodles in clear soup. The uncles and aunts in the noodle restaurant still received us warmly, thanked us, and wished us a good year. To my younger brother, the voice of blessing was clearly saying to him: Don't bow your head! Come on! To live well! Therefore, when my younger brother grows up, if he 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 younger brother read the composition aloud..."]

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

The boss with red eyes replied, but this time he threw three bowls of noodles into the steaming pot.

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

Thirty yuan is the price for two bowls of Yangchun noodles belonging to the mother and son alone.

Up to here, the story is still slowly advancing with this seemingly unremarkable narrative...

In the next few years, every New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife of Xingfu Noodle Restaurant would reserve table No. 2 in advance, but unfortunately, the mother and son never showed up again.

until later.

As the business of Xingfu Noodle Restaurant is getting more and more prosperous, the owner and his wife of the noodle restaurant have redecorated the shop.

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

In the eyes of customers who entered this happy noodle restaurant to eat noodles, the No. 2 table placed in the center of the store is so incongruous and incompatible with the whole store, many people are very curious whether there is something unknown in it s story.

Some bold customers deliberately asked the reason, and the noodle shop owner and his wife did not hide anything.

that's all--

The story about Table No. 2 in Xingfu Noodle Restaurant makes Table No. 2 a synonym for "happiness".

Customers spread the word to ten, ten to hundreds, and word of mouth.

Soon someone came from afar on purpose. There are female students, as well as young couples. They come to Xingfu Noodle Restaurant with no other requirements, except that they want to have a bowl of Yangchun noodles at Xingfu's No. 2 table.

Over time, Table Happiness No. 2 became famous because of this!

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

At this time, the elder brother and the younger brother had grown up and had enough prospects. This time, the mother also changed into a brand new down jacket.

【"Well... three bowls of Yangchun noodles, is that okay?" the woman in kimono said calmly.

After hearing this, the proprietress' face suddenly changed. The image of the mother and child that remained in my mind more than ten years ago overlapped with the image of the three in front of me.

The proprietress pointed at the three visitors, and her eyes met those of her husband who was looking for leeks at the counter.

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

Facing the bewildered proprietress, one of the youths spoke.

"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-laws.”

"I passed the national examination for doctors this year, and now I am an intern at a university hospital in Kyoto. Next April, I will work at a general hospital in Sapporo. My younger brother, who has not yet opened a noodle restaurant, is now working at a Kyoto bank. I will discuss with my younger brother. , planned the first extravagant action in his life. In this way, today we

The mother and son, three people, came to visit specially, and would like to trouble you to cook three bowls of Yangchun noodles. "

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

Qiu Zhiguo bit his lower lip tightly, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion that was about to reach its limit.

But all the emotions, followed by a simple sentence, burst into tears.

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

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

The story reads like this:

【"Alright—three bowls of Yangchun noodles—" But the tearful husband could not make a sound. 】

Qiu Zhiguo wiped the hot tears from his eyes with a tissue. He suddenly felt that short stories can be so touching.