"Today is 30 years old, ah, let's find a restaurant and eat a plate of jiaozi. This year is over. " Father seems to be an understatement. In a remote hotel in Beijing, a family of three sat quietly around two small beds that were spliced together. In order to save some money, we stayed in a double room for a few days and brought our own steamed bread.
When our family walked out of Beijing South Railway Station with their luggage, it was already the night of the twelfth lunar month, and the snowflakes fell irregularly, tormenting people who were in a hurry but at a loss under the sky. Since I entered high school, I have been studying hard every day, but I can't get back my lower and lower grades. Seeing the college entrance examination approaching, my father decided to take me to Beijing to study. But the tuition is expensive, not to mention the accommodation and daily consumption in Beijing. My parents have done too much for me.
I'm 30 years old in a blink of an eye. It is not a scenic spot in Beijing. There are few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, several cars roared by. The dark sky and skyscrapers are almost overwhelming, and almost all the shops are closed. The three of us walked aimlessly, crossed the overpass, turned into a deep alley, and finally found an underground restaurant with a light red signboard-a dumpling restaurant. When I asked, I found that all the people who came here for the New Year were people who worked outside and couldn't go home. They were busy for a while, and then there was a cold silence, only the sound of eating.
"Hey, what can I get you three?" I looked up. It was the "shop assistant", a young man in his early twenties, wearing black casual clothes and a big white apron. His fluffy hair was dyed yellow, and his handsome face was always smiling mischievously. A worn-out ballpoint pen was spinning in his hand and a menu was handed to us. Another wandering teenager, whose behavior is not restrained at all, almost came to us to "dance ballet", showing a simple and honest power. Even so, we still can't relax our vigilance.
In recent days, I found that Beijing is really a high-consumption and fast-paced city. I will never forget the experience when I came to Beijing two years ago. My family went to a restaurant for dinner. The price was extremely high and the food was "missed". Maybe we didn't understand the price list, or maybe the "shop assistant" was too busy. Long live Beijing Understanding!
"Do you want jiaozi? He is 30 years old today. He walks in front of us and looks very cheerful. " Yes, do you have jiaozi? "My father spoke Mandarin with a strong accent and asked him. My heart sank and I stared at him, wondering how he would react. Time seems to have been lengthened. My mother looks at the price tag on the menu and wants to know how many dishes she can buy. " Everything, pork, cabbage, pork, leeks, onions, Sam sun ... He reported all the stuffing without even breathing, which made him laugh.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
My father wants pork and leeks, onion and mutton, and shrimp. I was thinking, "Dad, just buy less. You don't have to hold your face. What do you want to ask him, he will say. " Dad wants to add another jiaozi. "jiaozi can't eat more, just one person." He interrupted his father.
My opinion of him seems to have changed.
"Let's order another dish." Dad began to turn over the menu, hot pot, whole duck. I see my father's frown. I'm afraid I don't have enough money today.
"Order a crispy yellow croaker, which is delicious." He swished a few pages and showed us, "28 yuan, it's quite cheap".
"I have to eat fish in the New Year, and I have more than one year. Even if you don't eat any Chinese sturgeon, there are still fish in the side dishes. " He is always cheerful and careless, and every step helps us to plan carefully.
Maybe this should be normal. However, in this materialistic world, "wariness" still beats our nerves again and again, but in the face of this simple and kind "shop assistant" in front of me, I feel that I am splitting my concern with suspicious eyes, perfunctory my true feelings with empty smiles, and shirking my responsibilities with indifferent retrogression, so that I will eventually be included in my body, and it is difficult to have an intersection.
However, in an underground restaurant outside the bustling Second Ring Road in Beijing, there was a beautiful young man who carefully safeguarded the fragile self-esteem of strangers, prepared the most delicious New Year's Eve dinner for us with the least money, and gave us the warmest foreign land trip with his sincere heart.
While eating, my father went out to make a phone call, and his eyes were slightly red when he came back. This is the first time I saw my father cry, but he insisted that he didn't. He is homesick! The phone call must be to my grandparents. On new year's eve, the wanderer drifted and the two places were separated. How can we resolve the hardships and helplessness of life and the contradiction with family members? At this time, Fang found the lively and enthusiastic "bartender" just now, sitting in a plastic chair in the corner of the restaurant, with his legs hanging down from the chair handle, his head leaning back, a feather duster in one hand and a thoughtful look at the ceiling. New Year's Eve, great youth, how much pressure and burden it takes to come to Beijing, and how much effort and sweat it takes. He treats everyone like his long-lost relatives, so that foreigners can work hard for their own lives and feel the endless warmth under the bustling appearance of this international metropolis.
A few more guests came in, and he rushed out of the corner with a tingle. ...
After a while, he grabbed the kitchen door with both hands and put his head in. "Cui Hua, serve sauerkraut!" "
I secretly smiled, and before I knew it, I was in tears. ...