Opportunity!

In Shen Jiarui's mind, these two words suddenly flashed.

What is Chu Mad's killer feature?

That's right, it's his short stories that always give an unexpected or even earth-shattering ending!

In the face of such an ending, readers often can't help but be amazed when they see the end!

And that type is often the most popular with readers.

Because that will give the reader a strong mental stimulation!

So this kind of text is also the most suitable type of text to compete for the highest bounty on the platform.

In contrast, the narrative story has no similar effect, and the opponent's earth-shattering reversal is much less exciting.

"Could it be that Chu Mad is deliberately trying new writing methods?"

Shen Jiarui speculated for a while, and then stopped dwelling, and was even a little excited.

Since Chu Mad didn't write about the type he was best at, he felt that he might really have a chance to fight back this time!

The thought flashed through my heart.

The reading continues: ["Ah...... Yangchun noodles...... A bowl of ...... Is that okay?" the woman asked timidly. The two little boys hid behind their mother, and also looked timidly at the proprietress as well. 】

In the background is the North Sea Noodle Restaurant on Chinese New Year's Eve.

A woman brought her two children into a noodle restaurant to eat noodles, but only ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles?

You don't need to analyze it to know that the family is living in a difficult situation.

But the next plot is very heartwarming:

[The noodles have long been prepared on the board, and the piles are like hills, and the piles are for one person. The boss grabbed a pile of noodles, then added half of the pile and put it in the pot together. The proprietress immediately realized that this was specially given to the mother and son by her husband. 】

This boss is a good guy.

He saw the dilemma of the mother and son, so he deliberately put some more noodles.

As soon as the hot and fragrant Yangchun noodles were served, the mother and son immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and ate them head to head.

The corners of Shen Jiarui's mouth couldn't help but hook up, and the scene of the mother and son eating noodles seemed to come to mind.

"It's delicious!" said my brother. 】

["Mom eats it too!" The younger brother took a chopstick noodle and sent it to his mother's mouth. 】

Then, the next year.

It was also after ten o'clock on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the noodle restaurant was about to close, and the door was opened again.

The woman, dressed the same as last year, walked in with two boys.

"That...... A bowl of Yangchun noodles...... Is that okay?"

The boss and the proprietress instantly recognized the mother and son, so as they did last year, they brought the mother and son to table two.

The boss, like last year, grabbed one and a half noodles and put them in the pot.

The proprietress couldn't help but propose: "Hey, kid's father, give them three bowls, okay?"

"No, I can't. ”

The boss rejected the hostess: "If that's the case, they might be embarrassed." ”

Shen Jiarui was slightly moved.

The owner and hostess were kind as always.

The boss even took into account the self-esteem of the three mothers and sons, so he held back even if he wanted to give more.

After eating.

I paid fifteen yuan for a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The proprietress said to the backs of the mother and son: "Thank you, I wish you a good year!"

I have to admit it.

Seeing this, Shen Jiarui was somewhat warmed by the owner and proprietress of this shop.

What happens next?

Shen Jiarui was a little curious.

The business of Beihai Noodle Restaurant, which is booming, really ushered in the third Chinese New Year's Eve.

Here's an interesting description:

[From half past nine, although neither the boss nor the proprietress said anything, they all seemed a little uncertain. Just after ten o'clock, the employees left after work, and the boss and the proprietress immediately turned over the price cards of various noodles hanging on the wall one by one, and hurriedly wrote "Yangchun noodles 15 yuan". 】

It turned out that since the summer of that year, with the rise in prices, the price of Yangchun noodles has been 20 yuan a bowl.

Table 2.

30 minutes ago, the proprietress had already set up a "reservation" sign.

By half past ten, there were no more customers in the store, but the boss and the proprietress were still waiting for the arrival of the mother and son.

So the mother and son really came.

The elder brother was wearing a middle school student's uniform, and the younger brother was wearing the slightly older clothes that his brother wore last year, and both brothers were a little unrecognizable when they grew up. Mother was still wearing the unseasonable, somewhat faded coat.

Shen Jiarui sighed, this is maternal love.

The story doesn't speak directly, but the details speak for themselves:

The clothes of the two sons seem to change every year, but every time this mother appears, she is "wearing that out-of-season and somewhat faded short coat".

For some reason, seeing this, Shen Jiarui felt a little pantothenic acid in his heart.

It is also here that the story finally introduces the situation of the mother and son.

Through the conversation between the mother and son, the boss and his wife learned what happened:

It turned out that the child's father died in a traffic accident, but the debts left behind were borne by the child's mother.

Over the years, my mother has been paying off her debts, so the rare luxury of Chinese New Year's Eve is to order a bowl of Yangchun noodles at a noodle restaurant.

The two children are also very sensible.

The youngest son also wrote an essay in the class: [My father died in a traffic accident, leaving a large debt. My mother worked hard from morning to night every day to pay back the money, and I went to deliver the morning newspaper and evening newspaper...... On the evening of December 31, the three of us ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles, which was very delicious...... The three of us only bought a bowl of noodles, but the uncle and aunt of the noodle restaurant still received us very warmly, thanked us, and blessed us with a good New Year. To me, the voice of the blessing clearly said to us: Don't bow your head! Come on, live well! Therefore, when I grow up, I want to open a big noodle restaurant, and I also want to say to customers, 'Come on!'' I wish you happiness!' ......】

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

The boss replied and put the three bowls of noodles into the pot.

Shen Jiarui suddenly rubbed his eyes, which were already slightly red.

Thirty yuan is the price of these two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The story is still slowly moving forward in this seemingly bland narrative.

In the following years, every Chinese New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife would reserve table No. 2 for the North Sea Noodle Restaurant, but the mother and son never appeared again.

And then later.

As the business of Beihaiting Noodle Restaurant became more and more prosperous, the store was renovated again.

The tables and chairs have been redesigned, but table number two is still the same.

The owner and his wife did not feel incongruous, but placed table number two in the center of the store.

Some customers asked the reason, but the owner and his wife did not hide it.

In this way, the story about Table 2 made Table 2 a "table of happiness".

Customers chanted everywhere.

Someone came from afar.

There are female students and young couples, all of whom have to go to table No. 2 to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Table 2 also became famous as a result.

It wasn't until ten years later that the mother and son trio finally reappeared.

At this time, the elder brother and younger brother have already made a living, and the mother finally changed into a brand new down jacket.

The mother and son specially expressed their gratitude to the boss and his wife:

"We are the customers who ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles on Chinese 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. ”

Shen Jiarui bit his lip slightly, as if he was holding back some emotion.

But all emotions are broken with one sentence.

Just because, the mother's simple words:

"Boss, three bowls of Yangchun noodles. ”

It's like going to a ten-year appointment.

The story reads: "Okay. I wanted to answer like this, but my husband, who was in tears, was silent. 】

Outside the story.

Shen Jiarui wiped his tears, and he suddenly felt that the last trace of chill in the air was also dispelled by the breath of spring.