I really don't want to be a teacher

……

Along the side of the street, stepping on the lights projected by the street lamps, Lian Ge moved his feet and walked forward, looking at the scene along the way.

On the shoulders, the little white mouse still stood with its forelimbs, turned its head, and looked around.

"...Go home, go home..."

"... run slowly, don't fall..."

A boy ran forward holding his father's hand, and the boy's father followed behind, allowing the boy to drag and run, protecting his child.

The father and son ran past Lian Ge, and the voices of their words faded away behind them.

"...Okay, I see...Mom, don't worry, the tickets have already been bought, and we will definitely be home tomorrow night..."

Moving his feet, Lian Ge walked past the entrance of a convenience store. A man was holding a promotional sign in one hand and a mobile phone in the other hand. Convenience store walking,

"...What do you want to eat... Wife! Mom asks what you want to eat tomorrow, and she will cook it for you."

The man walked into the convenience store, packed his things at the door of the convenience store, and shouted to a woman who was moving the empty shelves in the convenience store,

"...you can eat whatever you want."

The woman smiled and agreed.

"Then let mom cook some dumplings...Mom, you cook some dumplings..."

Moving his feet, Lian Ge walked past the convenience store, and the voice of the cold wind rang in his ears gradually faded away.

"...Okay, I'll be back right away, you can go to sleep after packing up, don't wait for me, I have to drive tomorrow, I have to go back to the house."

There was a food stall at the intersection. The owner of the stall looked at the deserted street, was talking on the phone with a smile on his face, and then went to the car to clear up the stools and fold the table.

"...By the way, don't forget the basketball that my baby wants. Last time, when I played a video and listened to him talking about basketball, his eyes were shining... and the one I brought for our mother Jacket, the overcoat I brought for Dad...all packed...Okay, I'm hanging up the phone, go to sleep, I have to drive tomorrow morning..."

The stall owner hung up the phone, rubbed his hands that were stiff in the cold wind, then turned around, quickly packed up his things in the car that left the stall, and drove past Lian Ge, Fading away behind Lian Ge.

……

In the distance, in the tall buildings, the lights in the houses gradually went out.

On the street, some vehicles passed by for a long time.

Overhead, the moon hangs high in the night, illuminated somewhat by city lights.

It is late at night.

"...Boss, take a look..."

"...Don't look at it, they are all regular customers, just give it to them."

"...Hey, wait, why did you pay back too much? A bowl of noodles with a fried egg is only seven yuan, why did you pay back ten yuan? Wait, I will refund the extra money to you."

"...No need to refund, Boss, you have been eating for several years, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, you let me be generous, and treat it as a red envelope for the Chinese New Year, to win the prize."

Walking to the entrance of the alley in some years, most of the shops in the alley have been closed.

At the entrance of the alley, there is a noodle shop, and the lights are still outside.

In the noodle shop, first a young man walked out, followed by the owner of the shop, an old man, came out with a few dollars in change in his hand, stopped the young man and wanted to refund him,

The young man smiled and waved his hand.

"...Well then, thank you."

Listening to the young man's words, the old man laughed and responded.

"...Then I'm leaving, boss. I wish you a happy new year in advance."

"...happy, happy... happy new year to you too."

The young man waved his hand again, smiled and walked away.

The old man smiled and responded, watching the young man walk away, stood up again, and put the few dollars back into his pocket.

Turning around to go to the store, seeing Lian Ge, he stopped again,

"Boy, would you like something to eat?"

Laughing, the old man greeted,

Before Lian Ge could speak, on Lian Ge's shoulders, the little white mouse stood up and looked into the shop with greedy eyes.

Glancing at the little white mouse, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

Moving his feet, Lian Ge walked into the noodle restaurant, and the old man followed him, and walked back to the restaurant.

In the noodle shop, there are two wooden tables on each side of the wall.

Beyond the table, there is a wall of bricks and tiles. There is a door next to the wall, and there is a window on the other side.

The paint color of the window frame has faded a little, and it looks a little mottled.

Through the window, you can see a small kitchen behind the window.

On the top of the window, a plastic board that is regarded as a menu is pasted on the wall, and some dishes that can be prepared in the store are written.

"Have a bowl of beef noodles."

Glancing at Lian Ge, he said something out loud.

"...Come on, young man, just sit down for a while, and I'll go and lay it down for you right away."

The old man nodded, responded, and greeted.

In the noodle shop, it was already late at night, except for Lian Ge, there were no other customers.

Only the noodle bowl that the previous customer had eaten was still on the table in the back, and it hadn't had time to clean it up.

After choosing a seat at random, Lian Ge sat down at a dining table near the door.

The old man greeted first, then walked over, cleaned up the front bowl, and walked into the kitchen.

……

"...Young man, drink some hot water first."

Lighting up the gas stove with the pot in the kitchen, the old man stood up, brought a pot of hot water from the kitchen, took out a cup, and put it in front of Lian Ge,

"Thank you."

Lian Ge thanked him, picked up the kettle, and poured a cup of hot water into the cup.

"...Young man, sit down first, the water is boiling, I'll go down..."

The old man shook his head, stood up, looked outside the noodle shop, then turned his head, looked into the kitchen, moved his feet, and walked towards the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen, the old man grabbed a handful of noodles from the side and put them into the pot of boiling water. He held a pair of long chopsticks and turned them gently in the pot. inside.

Sitting at the table, Lian Ge picked up the water glass, took a sip of water, glanced at the old man, then turned his gaze to the noodle restaurant,

In the noodle restaurant, the four wooden tables are a bit old, with many potholes, but they are wiped clean.

On the walls on both sides, the plaster on the walls is already mottled, and the tiles on the ground also look a little potholed.

The incandescent lamps on the top are fringed with black and gray oil stains that have accumulated over the years.

There are some lights swaying downwards, and some lights are reflected outside the noodle shop.

"...boy, here it is."

He scooped up the noodles from the pot, put them in a bowl, and filled a spoonful of saozi from the side pot. The old man carried the noodles, walked out of the kitchen again, and put the noodles on Liange's table.

"... There is vinegar on the table that you can add. If the young man thinks the taste is not suitable, there are some other seasonings in the kitchen that you can add."

Hot air is overflowing from the surface, lingering upwards and rising.

The old man smiled and greeted again, stood up, and walked into the kitchen again.

Nodding his head, Lian Ge picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles in the noodle bowl, and took a bite.

In the kitchen, the noodles had been cooked, but the fire on the stove was not turned off, and the old man continued to work again.

Chapter 700 It's Snowing

"...Zi...Zi..."

The sound of vegetables being stir-fried came from the kitchen, mixed with the aroma of some vegetables, permeating the noodle shop.

The spatula scraped against the wok, and the sound of vegetables being stir-fried mixed with some oil sounded again after a while,

The old man turned off the fire on the gas stove, and the noodle shop became quieter.

Putting the dish on a plate, the old man walked out of the kitchen carrying the dish.

Walking up to Lian Ge, the old man put the dish on the table in front of Lian Ge.

"Old man, I don't seem to have ordered anything."

On the plate, there is a plate of twice-cooked pork, mixed with some hot air, which overflows into the noodle shop with some fragrance.

Lian Ge glanced at the dish, smiled slightly, then glanced at the old man, and said something out loud.

"...After tonight, the store will not be open tomorrow. Young man, you should be the last customer in my store this year. This dish is for you, young man, please try it."

The old man stood by the table, smiled, looked outside the noodle shop, then turned his head, looked at Lian Ge and said aloud.

"Then thank you, old man."

Lian Ge looked at the old man again, smiled slightly, and thanked him,

"...there is no such dish on the menu in the store. I only fry it myself when I want to eat it on weekdays. I don't know how it tastes. Just don't dislike it, young man."

The old man shook his head, smiled, and said something again.

Holding the chopsticks, Lian Ge took the twice-cooked pork with the chopsticks and tasted it.

"It tastes good."

Smiling, Lian Ge said something aloud.

"Okay, that's fine..."

The old man nodded, agreed, stood up again, looked outside the house, turned around, and sat down at the table next to the wall on the other side.

"...Next year, maybe, I won't open this noodle shop."

The old man paused, then raised his head, looked outside the noodle shop, and said aloud again, not sure if he was talking to Lian Ge or himself.

Listening, Lian Ge didn't bother, picked up the chopsticks twice-cooked pork, and handed it to the greedy little white mouse on his shoulder, who moved his eyes little by little as Lian Ge's chopsticks moved. It was stuffed in the mouth, and he turned his head, looking at the old man who was talking,

"... A few years ago, my children were persuading me not to do it... Now, I'm getting older, and I can't do it anymore..."

As the old man said, he looked outside the noodle shop, paused for a moment, followed by a smile gradually appearing on his face,

"...This year, my youngest son's wife gave birth to another big fat boy... Next year, I will go home to take care of my grandson."

With a smile on his face, he was happy, the old man said.

"Congratulations, old man."

Lian Ge picked up the food with chopsticks, ate again, smiled, and said to the old man.

"……Hey,"

The old man smiled, answered, turned his head away again, and said,

"...that big fat boy, he's so clever. When I went to see him not long after he was born, his two eyeballs were rolling around, just like Dad when he was a child..."

While talking, the old man couldn't stop laughing, his mouth was a little bit from ear to ear.

"...A month ago, I went to see him, and the little guy knew who he was. When he saw me, he babbled... Tomorrow morning, I will go back and see that little guy... Wait for next year, point out Maybe, that little guy will call someone..."

"...By the way, I even brought a gift for that little guy. It's a little lantern. I don't know if that little guy will like it..."

As the old man was talking, he was about to get up and take that thing out to show Lian Ge.

Walking into the kitchen and opening the cabinet next to the kitchen, the old man carefully took out the things.

"...Young man, what do you think of this one? I searched for quite a few stores before choosing this one..."

In a transparent box, there is a lantern with a cloth seat. The outside is a red cloth embroidered with patterns, and the inside seems to be stuffed with cotton, which looks swollen. Under the lantern, there are some fringes.

The old man held it carefully, showed it to Lian Ge, and asked with a smile.