full-time artist

opportunity!

These two words suddenly flashed in Shen Jiarui's mind.

What is Chu Kuang's trump card?

That's right, his short stories can always give an unexpected and even earth-shattering ending!

Faced with such an ending, readers often can't help but be overwhelmed when they see the end!

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

Because that will bring a strong mental stimulation to the readers!

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

In contrast, a narrative story does not have a similar effect, and the opponent's shocking reversal is much less exciting.

"Could it be that Chu Kuang deliberately tried a new writing method?"

Shen Jiarui speculated for a while, then stopped worrying about it, and even got a little excited.

Since Chu Kuang didn't write about his best genre, he felt that he might really have a chance to fight back in this wave!

This thought flashed through my mind.

The reading continued: ["Ah...Yangchun noodles...a bowl...is it okay?" The woman asked timidly.The two little boys hid behind their mother and looked at the proprietress timidly. 】

The background is the big Beihai noodle restaurant.

A woman brought two children into a noodle restaurant to eat noodles, but only ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles?

It is known without analysis that the family's life is very difficult.

But what happens next is heartwarming:

[Noodles have been prepared on the chopping board, piles are like hills, and one pile is 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 child more. 】

The boss is a nice guy.

He saw the distress of the mother and son, so he put some more noodles on purpose.

As soon as the hot and fragrant Yangchun noodles came to the table, the mother and son immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and started to eat them head to head.

The corners of Shen Jiarui's mouth curled up involuntarily, and the scene of a mother and son eating noodles seemed to appear in his mind.

【"It's so delicious!" My brother said. 】

【"Mom eats too!" The younger brother picked up a piece of chopstick noodles and sent it to his mother. 】

Then, it's time for the second year.

It was also after ten o'clock on New Year's Eve, and the noodle shop was about to close when the door was opened again.

The woman walked in with the two boys, dressed in the same clothes as last year.

"That... a bowl of Yangchun noodles... is that okay?"

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

The boss, like last year, grabbed half a portion of noodles and put them in the pot.

The proprietress couldn't help but suggested: "Hey, the kid's father, give them three bowls, okay?

"No."

The boss rejected the lady boss: "If this is the case, they might be embarrassed."

Shen Jiarui was slightly moved.

The boss and the proprietress are as kind as ever.

The boss even considered taking care of the self-esteem of the mother and child, so even if he wanted to give more, he held back.

After dinner.

Paid 15 yuan for a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The proprietress said to the backs of the mother and son, "Thank you, I wish you a happy new year!"

Have to admit.

Seeing this, Shen Jiarui was a little warmed up by the shop owner and his wife.

What will happen next?

Shen Jiarui was a little curious.

Beihai Noodle Restaurant, whose business is booming day by day, really ushered in its third New Year's Eve.

The description here is interesting:

[From 09:30 onwards, although neither the boss nor the proprietress said anything, they both seemed a little distracted.Just after ten o'clock, when the employees left work, the boss and his wife immediately turned over the price tags of various noodles hanging on the wall one by one, and hurriedly 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 a bowl.

On table two.

30 minutes ago, the proprietress had already put up a "reservation" sign.

By 10:30, there were no customers in the shop, but the boss and his wife were still waiting for the arrival of the mother and son.

So the mother and son really came.

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

Shen Jiarui sighed, this is maternal love.

The story doesn't tell directly, but the details speak for themselves:

The clothes of the two sons seem to change every year, but every time the mother appears, she is "wearing that faded short coat that is out of season."

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

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

Through the dialogue between the mother and the 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 behind was borne by the child's mother.

These years, my mother has been paying off her debts, so the rare luxury on New Year's Eve is to order a bowl of Yangchun noodles at a noodle shop.

The two children are also very sensible.

The youngest son also wrote an essay in class: [Father died in a traffic accident, leaving behind a large debt.My mother worked hard from morning to night to pay back the money, and I delivered the morning and evening papers... On the night of December 31, the three of us, mother and son, ate a bowl of soba noodles in clear soup, which was very delicious... The three of us only bought one bowl of noodles , the uncles and aunts in the noodle shop still received us very warmly, thanked us, and wished us a good year.In my opinion, the voice of blessing is clearly saying to us: Don't bow your head!Come on!To live well!Therefore, when I grow up, I want to open a big noodle restaurant, but I also want to say to the customers: 'Come 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 rubbed his eye sockets suddenly, they were already slightly flushed.

30 yuan is the price of these two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The story is still advancing slowly in this seemingly flat narrative.

In the next few years, every New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife of Beihai Noodle Restaurant would reserve table No. [-], but the mother and son never showed up again.

after that.

Because the business of Beihaiting noodle restaurant is getting more and more prosperous, the store has been renovated again.

The tables and chairs have been changed to a new style, but the second table is still the same.

Not only did the boss and his wife not feel uncoordinated, but they placed the No. [-] table in the center of the store.

Some customers asked the reason, but the boss and his wife did not hide it.

In this way, the story about table two makes table two a "happy table".

Customers spread the word everywhere.

Someone came here from afar.

There are female students and young couples, and they all go to table number two to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Table two also became famous for this.

Ten years later, the mother and son finally reappeared.

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

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

"We were the customers who ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles together 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 to get through the difficult years. "

Shen Jiarui bit his lip slightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

But all emotions are destroyed with one sentence.

Just because of my mother's simple words:

"Boss, three bowls of Yangchun noodles."

It's like going to a ten-year appointment.

The story reads: ["Okay." The husband wanted to answer like this, but the tearful husband couldn't make a sound. 】

outside the story.

Shen Jiarui wiped away his tears, he suddenly felt that the last trace of chill in the air was dispelled by the breath of spring.

Chapter 293 Reflecting Reality

Shen Jiarui has read and written many stories. In terms of ingenious design, literary metaphors and satire on reality, Shen Jiarui thinks this "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" is really too simple, and I am sorry for Chu Kuang's great reputation. !

But the strange thing is also here...

It was a short story that was easy to read and tasted like chicken soup for the soul, but it made Shen Jiarui cry. This was something Shen Jiarui hadn't thought of beforehand. He even forgot that it was a competition while reading the story.

Because of what?

Shen Jiarui didn't think he was moved by simple warmth, because he had read hundreds of similar stories, to the point where he was unwilling to write such stories, this novel must have something special about him.

Shen Jiarui flipped through the comments.

Shen Jiarui will not be the first reader of "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles", and naturally he will not be the last reader of this story. At this time, many people have read this story at the same time, so the comment area is quite lively.

"It feels average."

"Chu Kuang is out of standard."

"Chicken soup for the soul hypocritical."

This is some of the bad reviews Shen Jiarui saw, which should have made him ecstatic, but instead of being as happy as he imagined, he felt a little indescribably heavy. Then Shen Jiarui saw a hot comment: "A few bowls as a business The face is nothing, but this kind of caring, trust and support between people is moving. If it is only from the perspective of economic benefits, it is not cost-effective to wait for the mother and child to come to the door, but it can comfort the desperate and give the needy. Helping people with warmth, this is a valuable place in society.”

Shen Jiarui suddenly understood.

It is true that people do not live to eat, but there is a very powerful thing in the world that seems useless, but people can create more value later, which is the significance of this story.

This review is highly praised.

It is conceivable that for Chu Kuang, the evaluation of this short story must be polarized. Some people will think this story is hypocritical, and think that Chu Kuang's creation this time is not up to standard, and it is not as amazing as before. Brilliant reversal.

But there are also people who many would agree with.

These people are more likely to have endured the kindness of strangers, it may be just a gesture or even a look, but that kind of power is definitely no less than the simple sentence in the story "have a bowl of Yangchun noodles".

Look at the ranking again.

My short story is called "The Killer", a suspenseful story with an ending that readers can never imagine. The final murderer is a big brown horse. It is currently ranked first in short stories in March, and the evaluation is very good That's right, but Chu Kuang, who was favored by many people, ranked second, which shows that not everyone bought the other party's short story this time.

"Good ranking..."

It would be a bit hypocritical to say that Shen Jiarui is not happy at all. After all, winning the first place can earn a lot of rewards, but he still feels a little emotional in his heart, because he feels that Chu Kuang's short story this time is actually very powerful, but this kind of novel is used for Participating in a competition similar to the ranking will suffer.

To describe with music:

It's like rocking by yourself.

The other party sang a lyrical slow song.

The former can completely ignite the atmosphere of the stage, but the latter is completely distracting, and distracting is never suitable for competition, so I became No.1. If there is no accident, I seem to be able to keep this number one until now. at last?

……

Chu Kuang hadn't written a short story for quite a while, and his new short story published in Tribal Literature in March naturally attracted the attention of the industry. As a result, when they saw that this novel was ranked second, many people's first The reaction was stunned: