The touching story between father and son (or mother and son) please everyone, thank you! ! !

For noodle restaurants, the busiest time is New Year's Eve. On this day of Beihai Pavilion noodle restaurant, I have been busy for a long time.

This street is usually busy until midnight, but it is very quiet after ten o'clock on New Year's Eve. At this point, the customers in Beihai Pavilion noodle restaurant seem to have suddenly disappeared.

Just as the last customer left the door, the store mainly said it was closed and the door creaked open. A woman came in with two children. Two boys, about six and ten years old, one is wearing a brand-new sportswear. On the other hand, women wear untimely plaid jackets.

"Welcome!" The proprietress stepped forward to say hello.

"Er ... Yangchun noodle restaurant ... a bowl ... is that ok?" The woman asked timidly. Two little boys hid behind their mother and looked timidly at the proprietress.

"Ok, please, please sit down," said the boss-in-law, leading the three of them to Table 2 by the heater and shouting at the counter, "Bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

Hearing the shouts, the boss looked up at the three of them and replied, "Good! A bowl of Yangchun noodles-"

The chopping board has been prepared for a long time, and the noodles piled up into hills are one for each person. The boss grabbed a pile of noodles, then added half a pile and put them in the pot together. The proprietress immediately realized that this was specially given to the mother and son by her husband.

Hot, delicious Yangchun noodles were served on the table, and the mother and son immediately surrounded the bowl of noodles and began to eat head to head.

"It's delicious!" Brother said.

"Mom also eats!" My brother took a chopstick noodle and sent it to his mother's mouth.

Soon, I finished eating noodles and paid 150 yuan.

"Thank you for your hospitality," the mother and son nodded, thanked each other and left the store.

"Thank you, I wish you a good year!" The boss and the proprietress answered.

After the New Year, Beihai Pavilion noodle restaurant is still busy every day. A year passed quickly, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

As before, the busy day is coming to an end. At ten o'clock in the evening, just before closing, the shop door opened again, and a woman came in with two boys.

When the proprietress saw the untimely plaid coat on that woman, she thought of the last three customers last year.

"... er ... a bowl of Yangchun noodles ... is that ok? "

"Please, please sit inside," the proprietress took them to Table 2 last year. "A bowl of Yangchun noodles-""Well, a bowl of Yangchun noodles-"replied the boss, and reignited the extinguished fire.

"Hey, Dad, can you give them three bowls?"

The proprietress whispered in the boss's ear.

"No, if so, they may be embarrassed."

The boss said, grabbed a noodle and put it in the pot.

There is a bowl of Yangchun noodles on the table. Mother and son chatted while eating. The boss and proprietress in the counter can also hear their voices.

"Delicious ..."

"You can eat Yangchun noodles in Beihai Pavilion again this year."

"I hope I can come to eat next year ..."

Finished, handed in 150 yuan. The proprietress looked at their backs. "Thank you. Have a good year! "

On this day, I was sent away by this blessing that has been said dozens or even hundreds of times.

With the booming business of Beihai Pavilion noodle restaurant, the third New Year's Eve dinner was ushered in.

Since 9: 30, neither the boss nor the proprietress said anything, but they all seemed a little uneasy. Just after ten o'clock, the employees got off work, and the boss and proprietress immediately turned over the price tags of various noodles hanging on the wall, and soon wrote "Yangchun Noodles 150 yuan". In fact, since this summer, with the rising prices, the price of Yangchun noodles has been a bowl of 200 yuan.

Table 2, as early as 30 minutes ago, the proprietress had already set up a "reserved seat" sign.

At half past ten, there are no guests in the shop, but the boss and proprietress are still waiting for the arrival of the mother and son. Here they come. My brother is wearing the school uniform of middle school students, and my brother is wearing a slightly bigger old skirt that my brother wore last year. Both brothers have grown up, a little beyond recognition. Mother is still wearing that untimely faded jacket.

"Welcome," the proprietress stepped forward with a smile.

"... er ... two bowls of Yangchun noodles ... OK? "Mother asked timidly.

"Yes, please, please sit inside!"

The wife of shop-owner led them to table 2, casually hid the reservation card on the table and shouted to the counter:

"Two bowls of Yangchun noodles!"

"Well, two bowls of Yangchun noodles-"

The boss answered and put three bowls of noodles in the pot.

Mother and son are eating two bowls of Yangchun noodles, talking and laughing.

"Eldest son, Chun Er, today, as a mother, I want to thank you." "Thank you? For us? ..... Why? "

"Really, because your father died in a car accident and owed money to eight people. I have paid off my pension, and the insufficient part will be repaid in installments of 50,000 yuan per month. "

"We all know."

The boss and the proprietress are at the counter, listening attentively.

"The remaining debts will be paid in March next year. In fact, they have all been paid today."

"Ah, is this true, Mom?"

"It's true. My eldest son sends newspapers to support me every day, and Chun Er buys food and cooks for me every day, so I can work with peace of mind. Because I worked hard and got a special allowance from the company, I can pay off all my debts now. "

"good! Mom, brother, from now on, I cook every day! " "I also continue to send newspapers. Brother, let's work together! "

"Thank you, thank you ... thank you ..."

"My brother and I also have one thing to hide from my mother. We can talk today. It's Sunday in November. I go to my brother's school to attend the parent-teacher conference. At this time, my brother hid a letter from the teacher to his mother ... If the composition written by my brother was selected as the representative of Hokkaido, I could take part in the blunt composition competition. Because of this, the teacher asked my brother to read the composition by himself on the day of the parents' meeting. If I show my mother the teacher's letter, my mother will definitely ask for leave from the company to listen to my brother read the composition, so my brother didn't give it to her. I heard about it from my brother's friend. So, on the day of the parents' meeting, I went. " "Oh, I see ... what happened?"

"The title of the teacher's composition is' What kind of person do you want to be in the future', and the students have written it. My brother's topic is A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles. As soon as I heard this topic, I knew it was about Beihai Pavilion noodle restaurant. Brother, how can you write such an embarrassing thing? That's what I thought at the time. "

"The composition is that my father died in a car accident, leaving a large debt. Mom is busy from morning till night every day, and I send morning papers and evening papers ... all written by my brother. Then I wrote1February 3 1. In the evening, mother and son ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles, which was delicious ... Three people only bought a bowl of Yangchun noodles, but the aunts and grandmothers in the noodle restaurant still warmly received us, thanking us and wishing us a good year. Hearing this voice, my brother couldn't help shouting: Don't fail, work hard and live a good life! So when my brother grows up, he wants to open the first noodle restaurant in Japan, and he also wants to say to the customers, thank you for your hard work. I wish you happiness. My brother reads the composition aloud ... "At this moment, the boss and the proprietress who are listening attentively to the mother and son are gone. Behind the counter, I saw the two of them squatting face to face, with a towel at each end, wiping their tears.

"After the composition was read aloud, the teacher said,' Today, Tsunku's brother came to our parent-teacher meeting instead of his mother. Now let's ask him to say a few words ...'"

"Why is my brother ..." My brother looked at his brother doubtfully.

"Because I was suddenly called up to speak, at first, I couldn't say anything about preparation ... You have been very close to my brother. Here, I thank you. My brother cooks dinner every day, gives up club activities and goes home halfway. As a brother, I feel embarrassed. Just now, when my brother's "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" was first read out, I felt very ashamed. However, when I saw my brother reading aloud excitedly, I felt even more ashamed. At this moment, I think, I must not forget my mother's courage to buy me a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Brothers, Qi Xin should work together to protect our mother! Please be better friends with my brother from now on. I say these ... "Mother and son three people, quietly, holding hands with each other, for a long time. Then he smiled happily. Compared with last year, it seems completely different.

As a New Year's Eve dinner, I finished eating Yangchun noodles and paid 300 yuan.

"Thank you for your hospitality," the mother and son bowed their heads and thanked them deeply and walked out of the store.

"Thank you, I wish you a good year!"

The boss and proprietress blessed them loudly and watched them leave. ...

It's New Year's Eve again. At Beihai Pavilion Noodle Restaurant, after 9: 001minute, a reserved seat sign was put on Table 2, waiting for the arrival of mother and son. However, I have never seen the three of them on this day.

Year after year, Table 2 has been waiting silently. But mother and son still didn't show up.

Beihai pavilion noodle restaurant was renovated again because of its prosperous business. The tables and chairs are all new, but the second table is still the same. The boss and his wife not only didn't feel incongruous, but put the second table in the center of the shop. "Why did you put this old table in the middle of the shop?" Some customers find it strange.

So, the boss and his wife told them the story of "a bowl of Yangchun noodles". And said that seeing this watch is an inspiration to myself. Besides, maybe the mother and son will come again one day. At this time, I want to use this table to meet them.

In this way, the story about Table 2 turned Table 2 into a happy table. Customers spread the news everywhere, and some people came from far away, including female students and young couples, to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles at Table 2. Table two is also famous for this.

Time goes by, year after year. This year's New Year's Eve has come again.

At this time, the noodle restaurant in Beihai Pavilion is already the main member of the Chamber of Commerce in this street. On New Year's Eve, friends, neighbors and colleagues who are close to their families come to Beihai Pavilion after a day's work, eat noodles in Beihai Pavilion, listen to the bells of New Year's Eve, and then get together with relatives and friends to burn incense and kowtow to the nearby shrine to pray for the blessing of the gods. This situation has lasted for five or six years. This year's New Year's Eve is no exception. After 9: 31, as a signal, the fish shop owner and his wife came in with a large plate of sashimi. At ordinary times, more than 30 friends from the neighbor's house also gather in Beihai Pavilion to set up dining tables. The atmosphere in the shop suddenly became lively.

Friends who know the origin of Table 2 didn't say anything. They all thought that Table 2 might have to wait for nothing again this year. The sign for reserving seats has been quietly put on table 2.

Between the narrow seats, the guests moved to sit down bit by bit, and someone greeted their dead friends. Eating noodles, drinking wine and holding each other's dishes. Someone went to the counter to help, and someone casually opened the refrigerator to get something. What a bargain, the anecdote of bathing in the sea and the participation of grandchildren. At half past ten, the lively atmosphere in Beihai Pavilion reached its peak. At this moment, the door of the shop was opened with a creak. People looked at the door and the room suddenly became quiet.

Two young men in suits and jackets came in. At this time, everyone was relieved and sighed, and the store resumed its excitement just now.

"Unfortunately, the store is full," said the proprietress apologetically.

Just after the two young people were rejected, a woman in a kimono came in with her head bowed deeply and stood among them. Everyone in the shop held their breath and pricked up their ears.

"Er ... three bowls of Yangchun noodles, ok?" The woman in kimono said quietly.

Hearing this, the proprietress's face suddenly changed. The impression of mother and son left in my mind more than ten years ago overlaps with the images of these three people.

The proprietress pointed to three visitors and her eyes collided with those of her husband who was busy at the counter.

"Ah, ah, ... the father of the child ..."

Facing the puzzled boss-wife, one of the young people spoke.

"We are the customers who ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles on the eve of fourteen years ago. At that time, it was the encouragement of this bowl of Yangchun noodles that made the three of us work together and spent that difficult time. After that, we moved to Shiga Prefecture, my mother's in-laws. " "I passed the national medical examination this year, and now I am an intern in a university hospital in Kyoto. Next April, I will work in Sapporo General Hospital. Brother, who hasn't opened a noodle restaurant yet, now works in a bank in Kyoto. My brother and I discussed and planned the first extravagant action in my life. In this way, today, the three of us, mother and son, specially went to the Beihai Pavilion in Sapporo to trouble you to cook three bowls of Yangchun noodles. "

The boss and his wife nodded while listening, and shed tears one after another.

The greengrocer sitting by the door listened with a mouthful of noodles in his mouth. Only then did he swallow the noodles and stand up.

"ah! Boss, what are you doing standing there? Haven't you been preparing for their arrival every year for more than ten years? Quick, ask them to sit down, quick! " The grocer hit her on the shoulder and the proprietress woke up.

"Huan ... welcome, please, please sit down ... the child's father, three bowls of Yangchun noodles at Table 2-"

"Good-three bowls of noodles in spring-"The tearful husband could hardly speak.

There was a burst of cheers and applause in the shop.

Outside the store, the snowflake that was buzzing and floating just now has stopped. The window is bright and clean against the white snow, and the curtain that says "Beihai Pavilion" is swaying in the breeze of the first month. ...