I really don't want to be a teacher

Looking at the appearance of the young man, he paused, as if he still wanted to find some fellow travelers to talk to,

Turning his head to look again, he saw Lian Ge walking over with the iron pan, and said again,

"The barbecue you want, use it slowly."

Lian Ge put the iron plate with some barbecue on the table, glanced at the figures beside the table, and said something aloud.

"……thanks, thanks……"

The fellow travelers thanked them, then turned their heads and looked at the young man.

"...Brother Xu, let's eat something together."

"...No, I don't have any appetite, you can eat."

"...Brother Xu, I didn't say that, although uncle's side... But you still have to take care of your own body, otherwise your body will collapse, what will happen to uncle's side?"

The companions picked up the skewers again, and comforted the young man.

The young man nodded, but didn't respond, then turned his gaze to Lian Ge,

"...Can I ask, how long will it take for my bowl of noodles?"

"It will take a while."

Glancing at the middle-aged man at the table, Lian Ge said something again before turning his gaze back.

"……thanks."

Turning around, Lian Ge moved his foot away again, and walked towards the stove.

The young man thanked him, then turned his gaze away, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Opposite the young man,

The middle-aged man listened to what the young man and his companions were saying, and he held the little football more tightly in his hands.

The fundus of the eyes became more and more painful, the sockets of the eyes were red, and he stared closely at the young man. Tears welled up from the sockets of his eyes and fell down patter.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Slowly raising the other hand, the middle-aged man seemed to want to reach out and put the other hand on the young man's hand, but he stretched out his hand, but then stopped,

He just looked closely at the young man again, his eyes were red and painful.

The young man turned his gaze a little, and his gaze paused on the skewer of grilled wings that had been pushed to the side of the iron plate. He was silent, a little lost in thought.

next to another table,

The old man turned around, hunched over, and sat on a stool,

Raising his head, he looked at the young man who seemed unaware of the middle-aged man, and then at the red-eyed, painful middle-aged man,

First, there was some doubt in the muddy eyes, and then, listening to the words of the young man and his colleagues, he looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting opposite the young man, wearing a hospital gown, with painful eyes, and staring closely at the young man. man,

The doubts in the old man's eyes gradually faded away, he narrowed his cloudy eyes, and then saw the middle-aged man clearly, then paused again,

Turning his head, he looked at the young man in ecstasy,

The old man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to the young man, but stopped again, unable to say anything.

Looking at the middle-aged man and the young man who were sitting opposite each other, the old man fell silent again, paused, and sighed.

Slowly turned around again,

In front of him, the bowl of noodles was getting colder.

Picking up the chopsticks on the bowl, the old man looked at the two skewers of grilled ribs on the table, then raised his head and looked in a certain direction in the distance.

Holding the chopsticks again, he picked up the noodles in the bowl and ate them bite by bite.

……

"...buzz...buzz..."

"...Brother Xu, let's eat a rib..."

Beside the table, in the pocket of the person traveling together, the mobile phone vibrated twice,

While talking loudly to the young man, the companion held a barbecue in one hand, and touched the phone from his pocket with the other hand,

"...His grandma's...Brother Xu, I have to go back. There is something wrong with the things I handed in just now."

Looking at the phone, the companion took a hard bite of the skewer in his hand, then quickly said something to the young man, and stood up.

Hearing the sound, the young man turned his gaze back and got up,

"...Brother Xu, it's fine for me to go back alone. Don't you still have to go to the hospital to see your uncle? It's too late later, and my uncle has already rested."

The companions spoke again.

The young man hesitated, then nodded again,

"Okay, then you can pack these barbecues and take them away. I won't eat them either."

"...Okay...Boss, how much is the total, including the bowl of noodles...Then Brother Xu, I'll be leaving first."

After paying the bill, I took a bag and put on the barbecue,

Still holding the skewers in their hands, the companions hurried away, and quickly walked away.

The young man watched the people walking away, paused, and sat down again.

Some were silent, lowered their heads, looked at the skewers of grilled wings on the baking tray next to it, and some were lost in thought,

Opposite the young man,

The middle-aged man looked at the young man, his eyes became more red, and tears gradually accumulated in his eyes.

……

Looking at the booth,

Sitting at several tables, old people, middle-aged men, young people,

Hearing some noises in his ears, Lian Ge turned his gaze again,

Grab a box by hand.

Added some pork, seasoning, noodle soup,

Holding chopsticks, he picked up the noodles that were still boiling in the pot, and put them into a bowl.

"... buzz, buzz..."

At this time, next to

The mobile phone in the pocket of the young man beside the table rang,

First he paused, then the young man stretched out his hand and took out the phone from his pocket.

Seeing the caller number displayed on the phone, the young man's face suddenly became a little panicked and frightened,

A little panicked, the phone almost fell to the ground,

The young man quickly gripped the phone tightly, stretched out his hand, pressed the answer button in a hurry, and put the phone to his ear.

"……Hey?"

He answered first, followed closely, as if he heard the words on the other end of the phone,

The young man stood up suddenly from the stool, and the plastic stool behind him fell to the ground, making some noises.

Moved his feet, the young man was about to run out of the booth,

Just followed closely, but stopped again,

The panic on his face gradually faded, replaced by an increasingly pale face,

There is some pain in the eyes, mixed with some confusion,

A little confused and in pain, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone,

The hand of the young man holding the mobile phone became even tighter, and he didn't say a word except for the most agreeable sound.

It seemed that the call was over, and the young man gradually put down his hands.

He raised his head, his eyes became more and more confused,

Immediately afterwards, the young man's face gradually became more and more painful,

Little by little, the young man squatted down on the ground beside the table,

Shrinking his body, burying his head, and grabbing his hair with his hands,

Haven't heard the cry yet,

Just drops of tears pattered on the ground.

Chapter 887 His Father

"... woo... woo woo..."

The suppressed crying sounded again from the booth,

Squatting on the ground, curled up, and buried his head, the young man pulled his hair vigorously,

Tears poured out of the flushed eyes, painful, and some suppressed cries came out of his throat.

Next to him, the middle-aged man stood up following the young man,

Standing in front of the young man, stooped, squatted down,

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hug the painful, tearing hair, crying young man,

Just raised his hand, stretched halfway, but stopped again,

Just standing and looking at squatting, scratching head, crying young man,

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

After a pause, the middle-aged man looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were filled with guilt and pain, and in the flushed eyes, tears couldn't stop gushing out and falling down.

the other side,

The old man who was eating noodles heard the suppressed crying behind him,

Then put down the chopsticks, hunched over, and slowly turned around,

Looking at the young man squatting on the ground, suffering and suppressing his crying,

Looking at the crouching middle-aged man standing in front of the young man, the same red-eyed man,

After a pause, the old man looked at the young man again,

"...boy, what's the matter?"

The old man asked softly,

It's just that the young man still kept his head buried, suppressing his crying, tears falling down.

……

Pick up the noodles and put them into bowls,

I took the plastic lid and put it on the lunch box,

He then took a plastic bag to put the bowl of noodles in, and took the double disposable chopsticks and put them in the bag.

The roiling noodle soup in the noodle pot gradually subsided, leaving only wisps of heat rising up. In the stove supporting the pot, the charcoal fire seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, and then dimmed.

Turning his gaze, he looked at the young man who was squatting on the ground with his head buried. In front of the young man, standing, suffering, guilty, with his hands still open, the middle-aged man with red eyes. The old man who watched silently,

Lian Ge carried the bowl of noodles, moved his feet away, bypassed the oven, and walked towards the table.

"The noodles you asked for are ready. Without green onions, they will be soft when cooked."

Walking in front of the young man squatting on the ground, Lian Ge said aloud, and put the bowl of noodles by the table.

Beside, some silent old people couldn't help but turn their eyes, and looked at Lian Ge,

It's just that the middle-aged man still looked at the young man with red eyes,

Listening to Lian Ge's words, the young man didn't answer, and didn't raise his head.