Chance!
These two words suddenly flashed through Shen Jiarui's mind.
What is Chu Kuang's trump card
That’s right, his short stories always have an unexpected or even earth-shattering ending!
Faced with an ending like that, readers often can’t help but applaud when they reach the end!
And that type of novel is often the most popular among readers.
Because that will bring a strong spiritual stimulation to readers!
Therefore, this type of novel is also the most suitable type of text to compete for the highest bounty on the platform.
In comparison, narrative stories do not have a similar effect, and the shocking reversals of the opponents are much less exciting.
"Could it be that Chu Kuang is intentionally trying a new way of writing?"
Shen Jiarui speculated for a moment, then stopped worrying about it and even felt a little excited.
Since Chu Kuang didn’t write the type of thing he is best at, he felt that he might really have a chance to fight back this time!
This thought flashed through my mind.
Reading continues: "Ah... plain noodles... one bowl... is that ok?" the woman asked timidly. The two little boys hid behind their mother and also looked at the proprietress timidly.
The background is the big Beihai Noodle House on New Year’s Eve.
A woman brought her two children into a noodle shop to eat noodles, but she only ordered a bowl of plain noodles
It is clear without any analysis that this family lives in poverty.
But the following plot is very heartwarming:
The noodles were already prepared on the chopping board, piled up like a small mountain, one pile for one person. The boss grabbed a pile of noodles, then added half a pile, and put them all into the pot. The boss's wife immediately realized that her husband had deliberately given extra food to the mother and her two children.
This boss is a good man.
He saw the hardship faced by the mother and her two children, so he added more noodles.
As soon as the hot and fragrant Yangchun noodles were served on the table, the mother and her two children immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and started eating with their heads touching.
The corners of Shen Jiarui's mouth curled up involuntarily, and the scene of the mother and her two children eating noodles seemed to appear in his mind.
"It's delicious!" said my brother.
"Mom, eat too!" The younger brother picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it into his mother's mouth.
Then, time came to the second year.
Also on New Year's Eve, after 10 o'clock, the noodle shop was about to close when the door was opened again.
The woman came in wearing the same clothes as last year, with the two boys.
"Um... a bowl of plain noodles... is that okay?"
The boss and his wife recognized the mother and her two children instantly, so just like last year, they took them to table number two.
Just like last year, the boss put a portion and a half of noodles into the pot.
The boss lady couldn't help but suggest: "Hey, dad, give them three bowls, okay
"no."
The boss refused the boss's wife: "If so, they might be embarrassed."
Shen Jiarui was slightly moved.
The boss and his wife are as kind as ever.
The boss was even more considerate of the self-esteem of the mother and her two children, so even if he wanted to give more, he held back.
After dinner.
Paid fifteen dollars for a bowl of plain noodles.
The proprietress said to the backs of the mother and her two children: "Thank you, I wish you a happy new year!"
I have to admit it.
Seeing this, Shen Jiarui felt somewhat warmed by the owner and the proprietress of this store.
What happens next
Shen Jiarui was a little curious.
Beihai Noodle House, whose business is booming, has indeed ushered in its third New Year's Eve.
The description here is interesting:
From 9:30 onwards, the boss and his wife did not say anything, but they both seemed a little uneasy. Just after 10 o'clock, when the employees left work, the boss and his wife immediately turned over the price tags of various noodles hanging on the wall and quickly wrote "Yanchun noodles 15 yuan".
It turned out that since the summer of that year, with the rise in prices, the price of Yangchun noodles has reached 20 yuan a bowl.
On table number two.
30 minutes ago, the proprietress had already put up the "Reservation" sign.
By half past ten, there were no customers in the store, but the boss and his wife were still waiting for the arrival of the mother and her two children.
So the mother and her two children really came.
The elder brother was wearing a middle school uniform, and the younger brother was wearing the slightly larger old clothes that the elder brother wore last year. The two brothers had grown up and were a little unrecognizable. But the mother was still wearing the faded short coat that was out of season.
Shen Jiarui sighed, this is maternal love.
The story isn't told directly, but the details speak for themselves:
The clothes of the two sons seemed to change every year, but every time the mother appeared, she was "wearing that out-of-season and slightly faded short coat."
For some reason, Shen Jiarui felt a little sour in his heart when he saw this.
It is also at this point that the story finally introduces the situation of the mother and her two children.
Through the conversation between the mother and her two children, the boss and his wife learned the whole story:
It turned out that the child's father died in a traffic accident, but the debt left behind was borne by the child's mother.
My mother has been paying off debts over the years, so the only luxury she could have on New Year's Eve was to order a bowl of plain noodles at a noodle shop.
The two children are also very sensible.
The youngest son also wrote an essay in class: My father died in a traffic accident, leaving a large debt. My mother worked hard from morning till night to pay off the debt, and I delivered the morning and evening newspapers... On the night of December 31st, the three of us had a bowl of clear soup buckwheat noodles, which was very delicious... The three of us only bought one bowl of noodles, but the uncles and aunts in the noodle shop still warmly received us, thanked us, and wished us a happy new year. To me, the voice of blessing was clearly saying to us: Don't bow your head! Come on! Live well! Therefore, when I grow up, I want to open a big noodle shop, and I will also say to customers: "Come on!" "I wish you happiness!"...
That night, the mother and her two children ordered two bowls of plain noodles.
The boss responded and put 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 plain noodles.
The story continues to advance slowly in this seemingly bland narrative.
In the following years, every New Year’s Eve, the owner and his wife of Beihai Noodle Restaurant would reserve table number two, but the mother and her two sons never showed up again.
Later.
As the business of Beihaiting Noodle House became more and more prosperous, the store was renovated again.
The tables and chairs have all been replaced with new styles, but table number two is still the same.
Instead of feeling it was out of place, the boss and his wife placed table number two in the middle of the store.
When a customer asked the reason, the boss and his wife did not hide it.
In this way, the story about Table Number 2 made Table Number 2 a "happy table".
Customers were spreading the word.
Some people came from far away.
There were female students and young couples, all of whom went to table number two to eat a bowl of plain noodles.
Table No. 2 also became famous because of this.
It was not until ten years later that the mother and her two children finally reappeared.
At this time, the older brother and the younger brother had become successful, and the mother finally changed into a brand new down jacket.
The mother and her two children specially expressed their gratitude to the boss and his wife:
"We were the customers who shared a bowl of plain noodles with my mother and two children on New Year's Eve 14 years ago. It was the encouragement of this bowl of plain noodles that enabled the three of us to work together and get through the difficult years."
Shen Jiarui bit his lips slightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
But all the emotions were ruined by just one sentence.
Just because of my mother's simple words:
"Boss, three bowls of plain noodles."
It was like a ten-year appointment.
The story says: "Okay." The husband wanted to answer like this, but he couldn't say a word with tears streaming down his face.
Outside the story.
Shen Jiarui wiped his tears, and suddenly he felt that the last trace of chill in the air was also dispelled by the breath of spring.