(Original novel) Two bowls of raw squeezed rice noodles

Two bowls of raw squeezed rice noodles

□ Pan Guowu

When he walked into the store, he followed a little boy behind him.

In the shop, they packed a copy of raw squeezed rice noodles, turned around and left.

When he came out of the door, he seemed to have left something behind, and he quickly turned back.

His gaze, in that inconspicuous little corner of the shop, lingered for a moment.

Since then, he has become a regular in the shop. Every time, someone always came with him. As soon as he entered the store, he always had to glance at that little corner. Sometimes, the people who come with him eat in the store. He sat quietly and waited patiently. He never made an exception to eat a mouthful of raw squeezed rice noodles in the store.

On that day, it rained heavily. He came a little later than ever. This time, he was followed by a middle-aged woman. As soon as she entered the store, the middle-aged woman patted his clothes and scattered the raindrops on them. The middle-aged woman asked him if he wanted to eat in the store. Before he could reply, his eyes were fixed on the small corner of the store.

Eventually, they packed it up and went back.

Time flickered, and half a year passed. When he came to the shop that day, the waiter was stunned: he was followed by a young and beautiful woman: the woman's pupils, clear and bright; the white and flawless skin, revealing a faint red pink; her thin lips, like the delicate petals of a rose.

The woman seemed to see an old acquaintance and greeted the waiter very calmly. At that moment, the smell in the air of the store seemed to make people smell a sweet smell. Even the cold wind blowing out of the air conditioner, like a fine breeze, sounds particularly cheerful.

He told the waiter that two bowls of raw squeezed rice noodles were two or two.

The waiter asked him, do you want to pack?

No, we eat in the shop. When he spoke, he was full of confidence.

With that, they walked toward that little corner. That's where women used to sit. At that time, the woman always wore a small braid with a red ribbon, like two butterflies falling on her ears. Every time, the woman used chopsticks to slowly clip raw squeezed rice noodles, slowly stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed slowly...

Soon, the waiter brought two bowls of raw squeezed rice noodles.

The woman grabbed the chopsticks, picked up the raw squeezed rice noodles, carefully placed them on the spoon, and slowly transported them into his mouth. The woman's movements, delicate and skillful. As he ate, his eyes suddenly became moist. He said it was the first time he had eaten raw squeezed rice noodles in the shop. He didn't know that eating raw squeezed rice noodles while it was hot had a different taste.

It didn't take long for them to finish eating. He stood up and leaned on his side, and he carefully guarded the wheelchair. The woman's face was crimson. Under the attention of everyone, she bowed her head shyly, like a peach blossom bathing in the rain. The woman paddled the wheelchair with both hands, followed him and walked outside.

He said to her, from now on, I am your foot.

She smiled and said, from now on, I am your hand.

Outside, the sun was shining on a blanket of gold. (868 words)