Full-time Artist

Chapter 292: Warm and cold

"Full-time Artist (

opportunity!

These two words flashed across Shen Jiarui's mind.

What is Chu Kuang's killer?

That's right, his short stories always give an unexpected and even shocking ending!

Faced with that kind of ending, readers often cannot help but scream at the end!

And that type of novel is often the most popular among readers.

Because it will bring a strong mental stimulation to readers!

Therefore, this type of novel is also the most suitable text type to compete for the highest platform bounty.

In contrast, a narrative story has no similar effect. The opponent's shocking reversal is much less exciting.

"Does Chu Kuang deliberately try new writing methods?"

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

Since Chu Kuang did not write about the type he is best at, he felt that he might really have a chance to fight back!

This thought flashed through my heart.

Reading continues: ["Ah...Yangchun noodles...a bowl...is it all right?" the woman asked timidly. The two little boys hid behind their mother and looked at the boss's wife timidly.

The background is the Beihai Noodle Restaurant on New Years Eve.

A woman brought two children into a noodle shop to eat noodles, only to order a bowl of Yangchun noodles?

You don't need to analyze it to know that this family lives in a difficult situation.

But the following plot is heartwarming:

[The noodles are already prepared on the chopping board, piles of like hills, and piles for one person. The boss grabbed a pile of noodles, then added half a pile and put them into the pot together. The proprietress immediately realized that the husband specially gave the mother and son three more people.

The boss is a good man.

He saw the difficulties of the mother and son, so he added some noodles on purpose.

As soon as the hot and fragrant Yangchun noodles were on the table, the three mothers and children immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and ate their heads together.

The corners of Shen Jiarui's lips twitched uncontrollably, and the scene of mother and son eating noodles appeared in his mind.

["It's delicious!" My brother said.

["Mom, eat too!" The younger brother took a chopstick noodle and delivered it to his mother.

Then, the time came to the second year.

It was also ten o'clock on the New Years Eve, this noodle restaurant was about to close, and the restaurant was opened again.

The woman wore the same clothes as last year and walked in with the two boys.

"That...a bowl of Yangchun noodles...is it possible?"

The boss and the proprietress instantly recognized the mother and the son, so just like last year, they brought the mother and son to the second table.

Like last year, the boss grabbed a portion of noodles and cooked it.

The proprietress couldnt help suggesting: Hey, my father, give them three bowls, okay?

"No way."

The boss rejected the boss wife: "If that happens, they might be embarrassed."

Shen Jiarui moved slightly.

The boss and the proprietress are as kind as ever.

The boss was even more concerned about taking care of the self-esteem of the mother and son, so even if he wanted to give more, he held back.

After eating.

Paid fifteen yuan for a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The lady boss said to the back of the mother and son, "Thank you, and wish you a good year!"

Have to admit.

Seeing this, Shen Jiarui was warmed up by the owner and wife of the store.

What will happen later?

Shen Jiarui was a little curious.

The Beihai Noodle Shop, whose business is booming, has indeed ushered in its third New Year's Eve.

The description here is very interesting:

[From 9:30 onwards, although neither the boss nor the proprietress said anything, they all seemed unsure. Just after ten o'clock, the hired workers left for get off work, the boss and the proprietress immediately turned over the price tags of various noodles on the wall one by one, and quickly 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 per bowl.

Table number two.

Thirty minutes ago, the proprietress had already placed the "reservation" sign.

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

So the mother and son really came.

The elder brother is wearing the uniform of a middle school student, and the younger brother is wearing the slightly larger old clothes that the elder brother wore last year. Both brothers have grown up and are a little bit unrecognizable. But my mother was still wearing that out-of-season and slightly faded short coat.

Shen Jiarui said with emotion, this is maternal love.

The story is not directly stated, but the details tell everything:

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

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

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

Through the dialogue between mother and son, 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 by him was borne by the child's mother.

Over the years, my mother has been paying off debts, so the rare luxury of New Years Eve is actually ordering a bowl of Yangchun noodles at a noodle restaurant.

The two children are also very sensible.

The younger son also wrote an essay in the class: [Father died in a traffic accident and left a large debt. My mother worked hard from morning to night to pay back the money. I went to deliver the morning and evening papers... On the night of December 31st, the three of us ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles. It was very delicious... Three people only bought one bowl Noodles, the uncles and aunts of the noodle shop welcomed us very warmly, thank us, and wish us a good year. From what I heard, the blessing voice was clearly saying to us: Dont bow your head! Come on! Stay alive! Therefore, when I grow up, I want to open a very big noodle restaurant, and I have to say to customers: Go on! I wish you happiness!]

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

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

Shen Jiarui suddenly rubbed his eye sockets, which was already slightly red.

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

The story is still advancing slowly in this seemingly plain narrative ~.

In later years, every Lunar New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife of the Beihai Noodle Shop would reserve the second table, but the mother and son never showed up again.

after that.

The Beihai Ting Noodle House has been renovated because of its growing business.

The tables and chairs have been changed to new styles, but the second table is still good.

Not only did the owner and his wife feel uncoordinated, they placed the second table in the middle of the store.

A customer asked why, but the boss and his wife did not hide it.

In this way, the story about the second table makes the second table a "happiness table".

Customers chanted everywhere.

Someone came here deliberately from afar.

There are female students and young couples who have to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles at the second table.

The second table also became famous.

It was not until ten years later that the mother and son finally reappeared.

At this time, the elder brother and younger brother had already had a promising future, and the mother finally put on a brand new down jacket.

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

"We are the customers who ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles 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 and through the difficult years. "

Shen Jiarui bit her lip slightly, seeming to be holding back some emotion.

But all emotions are broken with one sentence.

Just because of the simple words of my mother:

"Boss, three bowls of Yangchun noodles."

It seems to have gone to a ten-year appointment.

The story says: ["Good." I wanted to answer this, but the tearful husband couldn't say anything.

Outside the story.

Shen Jiarui wiped his tears, and he suddenly felt that the last chill in the air had also been dissipated by the breath of spring.