The autumn wind is howling, and large maple leaves fall from the branches under the relentless raging evening wind. It's late at night, and there are fewer pedestrians on the street, but Guo Lei is a diligent person, and on this street, the men's noodle restaurant is always the last to close. He was busy all day long, but he didn't feel any toil, but on the contrary, such work brought him a sense of fulfillment.

He Beifan was sitting on a chair and stool in the outer hall, the mutton noodles in the bowl were still steaming, but the young man looked listless and picked up a mouthful, and after ten minutes, the noodles in Beifan's bowl were not missing, and the wound on the back of his hand had been bandaged by Uncle Lei, but it was still painful. The small window of the noodle shop was open, and the cold wind outside the house was blowing in, and Beifan couldn't help but feel a little chilly, but the noodles in the bowl were hot. The mutton soup inside is even more delicious, and there are a few green onion leaves floating on it, which looks very tempting. Beifan wanted to take a sip of the soup, so he couldn't help but pick up the noodle bowl.

But at that moment, the pain on the back of his hand seemed to expand a lot, he instinctively let go of his hand, and put the white porcelain bowl back on the dining table quite helplessly, this time, Beifan lost his appetite, even if the mutton noodles were delicious, but he didn't have such an appetite. The boy looked at the bandage on his left hand, and the expression in his eyes became complicated.

Guo Lei walked out of the back hall of the noodle restaurant at this time, the man patted the flour ash on his hands, and brought out a bowl of noodles with egg soup with red sticks. It was already half past twelve in the evening, and there were no diners left, so Uncle Lei walked towards the table where Beifan was sitting with his white bowl. After that, the man sat down across from him. saw He Beifan's embarrassed face, as if he had been beaten by someone.

"Hey, boy, why don't you eat it?" Uncle Lei felt anxious when he saw that the young man was holding it without a match, he hadn't seen any customer eat his noodles so hard for so long, not to mention that mutton noodles were already the most luxurious meal in his store, Guo Lei himself rarely ate them, but he saw He Beifan so decadent.

"Uncle Lei, I don't have an appetite." Beifan's eyes were lowered, he shook his head, and then put down the chopsticks in his hand. "What's wrong? Am I not making it delicious? The boy's answer surprised Guo Lei, and the man's eyes were a little more suspicious, he had always been confident in his cooking skills, and now he was embarrassed. No, it's not. He Beifan hurriedly waved his hand, "Your noodles are really delicious, just." At this point, he shrugged his shoulders in distress, "I, I really can't eat." The boy sighed as he spoke.

"Boy, what's wrong with you today?" Guo Lei's eating speed also became sluggish, and he changed his usual gobbling, and the soup noodles in the bowl obviously lost their temptation, "When you came back today, I felt that something was wrong with you." Uncle Lei said and took the garlic that was put aside in his hand and took two bites. The heat from the noodles made it difficult for He Beifan to see Guo Lei's face, but the young man could also feel the love in the man's tone. At the same time, the bitter water in He Beifan's heart was constantly pouring out, and he wanted to say something to the man in front of him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Guo Lei looked at him very seriously, the man was also old, even if he smiled like a child, the wrinkles on his cheeks could not hide this fact. It's just that for such a long time, he has never seen such a sad villain as He Beifan. At the age of sixteen, it was the time to be in high spirits, and when he looked at Beifan again, he looked sad. The young man's brows were locked together, more like some kind of heart knot, one arm helplessly supporting his forehead, and he let out a sigh from time to time. Uncle Lei really can't stand it, he is also an optimist, so even if there are more hurdles in front of him, men don't feel anything.

"What's wrong? Are you talking? Uncle Lei took another bite of the tomatoes in the bowl, although this kind of rice was simple, he was full of satisfaction, but Beifan was silent, which made Guo Lei, who has always been open-minded, very helpless, "Child, if you encounter any difficulties, then you can say it, so that you feel better." "Guo Lei is a good-tempered person, and he is also very good at persuading men to do such things. Suddenly saw the bandage on the back of He Beifan's hand, and he seemed to think of something.

"So be it." Guo Lei's tone was meaningful, "Tell me, why did you cut your own hand with a kitchen knife today?" His question was so to the point, Uncle Lei also thought that asking him like this would make He Beifan more acceptable, as Uncle Lei expected, the young man's face was obviously moved, and the pain on the back of his hand seemed to make Beifan more sober, he opened his mouth, but it was still very difficult.

"Child, no matter what happens to me, you can't do this to yourself." Guo Lei's expression couldn't help but be a little solemn, the man's mouth pursed, and the wrinkles on his cheeks became even more obvious, "Do you know? Your behavior today is really stupid. It's a good thing you didn't cut your own arteries, otherwise, even if I wanted to save you, I wouldn't have been able to. His tone was very heavy, but he also said it very truthfully, Beifan didn't understand what the man meant, but he was too emotional, but he just nodded, didn't make any words, stared at the noodles in the bowl with a pair of eyes, but didn't move the chopsticks for a long time.

Seeing that He Beifan didn't have any reaction, Uncle Lei continued, "Beifan, you are not young anymore, when you encounter something, you have to learn to solve it, instead of choosing to escape." The man's words became more and more serious, and the look in his eyes became deeper, "Tell me about you kid, you cut yourself today, you only got pain, but is the matter resolved?" No, you're not bothered by it anymore. After all, Guo Lei is from the past, he has eaten more salt than Beifan has eaten, such rational words make He Beifan can't help but admire, but at the same time he knows that he can't be as rational as Uncle Lei.

"Uncle, I know it too." Beifan pursed his lips and couldn't help but confide his true thoughts, "But I, I really can't do it." His lips twitched slightly, and he looked pained. The eyes stared at Guo Lei's face, full of pleading, and the young man's thin cheeks looked unusually embarrassed.

"Fan." The man put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Then can you tell me, why did you cut yourself?" His tone was very sincere, which made Bei Fan even more willing to open his heart, "I." The boy hesitated for two seconds, and then became choked, "Uncle, actually, I'm in pain, I ......" He Beifan sighed as he spoke. "It's all right, kid, you name it. As long as you are willing to say it, it means that you still have the courage to face it. Guo Lei seemed to be able to fully understand Beifan's feelings, he began to pity this child, and he was more willing to help him share his worries.

"Me. Uncle Lei, you know, I really like the piano, but ......" the boy shrugged his shoulders helplessly when he said this, and when he hesitated, he saw Guo Lei's eyes full of encouragement, "However, I think this matter is really a luxury for me." He Beifan lowered his head again when he said this, his eyes were even more sad, "Because, my family conditions are really ......" The so-called family ugliness cannot be publicized, especially for He Beifan, who has strong self-esteem.

"Kid." Guo Lei seemed to understand something when he heard this, "Do your family conditions have a great impact on you?" The man said with a questioning look on his face. Bei Fan pursed his lips, not understanding what Uncle Lei wanted to say, but nodded stubbornly. That's right, family conditions really affected the course of his life. If he had been born into a wealthy family, he wouldn't have had to suffer so much, he could have chosen what he liked, but now it's obviously unlikely.

"If you really think so, it only means that you don't love enough." Guo Lei's words were very indifferent, but they hit the nail on the head, "Fan, when you really love something, everything else is not enough to resist your footsteps." You will find that the world is blessed with you, it wants you to achieve your dreams, and it wants you to become a stronger person. Guo Lei's tone was very excited, but there was a power that didn't need to be said.

"So, what kind of person do you want to be? What do you really want? If you don't have firm enough answers to these questions, you're going to get miserable. The man's words were full of wisdom, and Beifan's heart knot was slowly opening.

"What do you mean?" He Beifan's cheeks were obviously hesitant, but his eyes lit up, as if he saw hope, and touched Uncle Lei's encouraging gaze, "Let it go." The man smiled, his honest expression looking warm, "There's nothing to hesitate about such a thing, let it go." As long as you love it enough, then it's worth taking a gamble, and I'm sure your family will support your choice. The man seemed to think of something, and then added, "Even if they don't support it, you only live once, don't you live for yourself?" ”

Bei Fan's image suddenly opened up, and his eyes became clearer, "Thank you, I feel much better now." The young man said, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"What's this?" Uncle Lei looked a little embarrassed, "Child, I really can't bear to see you suffer like this again." He said in a more amiable tone, "You're still so young, you can't look down on yourself." In the future, you may change your perspective on the world, but no matter what, you should remember that you have a dream about the piano. Moreover, this dream is very expensive, you have to protect it, and no one can trample on it. The man's words were like a warm current flowing into He Beifan's heart.

On such a cold autumn night, Beifan was swallowing the mutton noodles in the bowl while laughing with Guo Lei. The ice in the young man's heart was slowly melting, and little by little he was drowned by the warmth of the man.

The night gradually became thicker, but Beifan had no intention of leaving, he hadn't been so happy for a long time. It turns out that a person is so happy when he cares about his inner thoughts.