At the invitation of the owner of the noodle shop, Yang Fan went to the noodle shop and ate the bowl of beef noodles covered with carefully cut beef slices like a hill. I ate the bowl of beef noodles with bone broth carefully mixed with heart, and I ate the bowl of beef noodles that he will never forget.

The owner of the noodle shop lit a cigarette and looked at Yang Fan with a smile, looking at their satisfied smiles, and the pain in his heart was gradually smoothed out because of the pain in his own pocket.

The shopkeeper smoked a cigarette, looked at Yang Fan's smile, and remembered that year, there was a person like Yang Fan who couldn't help but be in a trance, but unfortunately, things are wrong.

"Thank you boss, this is the best beef noodle I have ever tasted. Yang Fan said sincerely after eating.

"Oh... Well, that's good. The noodle shop owner, who was interrupted by Yang Fan's words, looked at Yang Fan and nodded with satisfaction, and then noticed Lin Wanting who was shrunk aside, and asked curiously

"Hey, who is this little girl?"

The noodle shop owner, who had been paying attention to Qian and Yang Fan, didn't notice that Lin Wanting should have been.

"Oh, she's..."Yang Fan heard the shopkeeper's question, so he told the noodle shop owner everything he knew about Lin Wanting.

The noodle shop owner listened patiently, and the cigarette in his hand was almost lit, and he was completely ignorant of it. He picked up his cigarette and took a hard puff

"That's not good, at least she should be given a formal education, she's still so young, if she lets it go, she will take a detour. ”

Yang Fan also began to think about Lin Wanting's education, it is almost October now, and according to normal children, they have been studying in school for a month. But Lin Wanting seemed to have forgotten about her schooling, Yang Fan looked at Lin Wanting, Lin Wanting heard the school and saw Yang Fan's gaze, she lowered her head deeply, unwilling to respond to this question.

Seeing this, Yang Fan could only sigh deeply, and deliberately avoided continuing to talk about this topic.

After eating the noodles, he looked at the time, and it was almost time for him to go to the convenience store to work, so Yang Fan said goodbye to the owner of the noodle shop and hurriedly left the noodle shop with Lin Wanting and Lan.

The owner of the noodle shop looked at the back of Yang Fan and them leaving, stood up with a wry smile, cleaned up the dining table, and in an inconspicuous corner next to the dining table, there were five hundred yuan.

The owner of the noodle shop picked up five hundred yuan, looked at the back of Yang Fan and his party who had gone away, and couldn't help laughing.

Yang Fan, like himself, would rather suffer a loss for himself than let anyone suffer. Although the 500 yuan was insignificant compared to his own 50,000, his mood also brightened. He smiled and pulled out a cigarette, and sat back down in his position and smirked.

Yang Fan gave Lan and Lin Wanting 200 yuan each, and asked them to buy some things and daily necessities they liked, and then after telling them, they hurried to work part-time.

When Yang Fan walked to the door of a bank, he thought about it, walked into the ATM at the door, and deposited the remaining 49,100 into the card.

Looking at the balance on the card, he couldn't help but start giggling, this was the first time his bank card had so much money. He came to the convenience store with a giggle.

The work at night was not busy, so that Yang Fan had enough time to fantasize about what he could do with this money.

Fifty thousand yuan, although it is just a scornful number for many people, and Yang Fan, who is so ecstatic for fifty thousand yuan, has an incomprehensible idea. But for Yang Fan, who has been failing, this is undoubtedly a huge amount of money that he has never seen.

He fantasized about how to spend the money, how to make it like the protagonist of an urban novel, and just as he was fantasizing, his phone rang.

The familiar rhythm dispelled his illusions, and he picked up his phone dissatisfied. When he saw the contact who made the call, he was stunned.

It was his mother who called. He looked at his mother's phone, he said hello like a staff member in the store, and walked out to answer the phone.

"Fanfan, how are you doing?" The gentle and warm voice on the phone hit Yang Fan's ecstatic heart like a bolt of lightning.

"It's fine. ”

"Is the money enough? Today my mother sent a bonus, and I will transfer it to you later. ”

"No, it's enough, I've got some leftovers, and I've made some money lately. ”

"Yes, Fanfan, you've actually made money. The gentle voice on the phone carried a hint of joy, and then she paused and said with a hint of concern, "Is the way the money comes from regular, we are honest people, don't go on the road of crime because of insufficient money." If it's not enough, feel free to ask your mom for it, mom still has some savings here. ”

After Yang Fan listened to his mother's words, he closed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I earned it by my ability." I'm not going to go down the path of crime, don't worry, Mom. ”

"That's fine. The voice on the phone was tinged with relief, and then she continued, "I'll transfer the money to you later." After all, if you are alone in a city, there are many places to spend money, so save some money just in case. ”

Yang Fan clenched his fists and said, "It's really enough, Mom, don't worry, I got this money in exchange for my own knowledge, there are a lot of them, I will transfer it back to you when the time comes, buy you some beautiful clothes, buy some delicious things." ”

"No need, no need, Mom doesn't lack anything here, you keep the money by your side. Men, you have to spend money everywhere. Although there was a hint of joy and relief in her mother's voice, she still firmly refused Yang Fan's request.

followed by her mother's daily nagging, such as wearing more clothes when the weather is cold, and recently her colleague's child and Yang Fan are almost married, talking about every mother's broken thoughts. Yang Fan kept his eyes closed and listened quietly to his mother's nagging.

"Gee, it's so late. Go and rest. I'll hang up first, so I'm sure to keep warm. Mother looked at the time and said reluctantly.

"Okay, Mom, thank you, I love you. Yang Fan said.

"Huh?" The mother on the phone was shocked by Yang Fan's words, this is the first time Yang Fan has said to her I love you since he became an adult. She fell silent on the phone, and then after a while, she smiled and said, "Silly boy, mom loves you too, good night." It's just that there was a hint of crying in her laughter.

The call ended like this, Yang Fan's tightly closed eyes opened with tears, and Yang Fan smashed his clenched fist into his face.

Pain and tears mixed together, Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the night sky and whispered sorry.

Although he had always imagined in his mind that if he had money one day, he would have to buy good clothes and good food for his mother, but when he was really rich, the joy brought by money made him forget the idea of being good to his mother.

He looked at the night sky, he remembered the bits and pieces of himself and his mother, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

His mother doesn't know WeChat or QQ, nor can he do those high-tech things, only the contact information of calling, since graduating from college, it has always been his mother who has taken the initiative to contact him, give him life, and support his almost impossible dream.

His mother, like all mothers in the world, cares about her children very much, even if the child is an adult, twenty years old, thirty years old, forty years old, or even seventy or eighty years old, as long as the mother is still alive, then she will always give the best to her children.

The road to writing is lonely and helpless, but fortunately, Yang Fan is lucky enough to have the system and the administrator who helps him has been silently supporting him. If he didn't have a system and administrator, would he continue to write?

The answer is yes, because his mother, like all mothers, silently supported his dreams. Even if that dream can't be realized.

Yang Fan looked at the vast and infinite starry sky and looked at his small self. He smiled, and the joy and surprise that the money had brought him turned dull for a moment, and he finally understood the dreams of this time, those dreams that he could not be happy with, although he had enviable wealth and praise. Because, that is not the life he wants.

His life is all about using his writing skills to earn money and show those who support his dreams that they are not wrong.