Just after New Year's Eve 10 o'clock, the owner of Beihai Pavilion Noodle Restaurant mainly said that when the door was closed, the door creaked open. A woman came in with two children. Two boys about six and ten years old are wearing brand-new sportswear. Women wear untimely plaid jackets.

"Welcome!" The proprietress stepped forward to say hello.

"Ah ... clear soup and buckwheat noodles ... a bowl ... is that ok?" The woman asked timidly. Two little boys hid behind their mother and looked timidly at the proprietress.

"Yes, please, please sit here." The proprietress said, led the mother and son to sit at Table 2 near the heating, and shouted at the counter: "A bowl of clear soup and buckwheat noodles!"

Hearing the shouts, the boss looked up and glanced at the three of them, grabbed a pile of noodles, then added half a pile and put them into the pot together. The proprietress immediately realized that this was specially given to the mother and son by her husband.

"It's delicious!" Brother said.

"Mom also eats!" My brother put a chopstick and noodles in his mouth and gave it to his mother.

Soon, I finished eating noodles and paid 150 yuan.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Mother and son nodded, thanked each other and walked out of the shop.

"Thank you, I wish you a good year!" The boss and the proprietress answered.

A year passed quickly, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye. At ten o'clock in the evening, the door of the shop opened again, and a woman came in with two boys.

The proprietress looked at the untimely diagonal plaid coat on the woman and thought of the last three customers last year.

"... this ... a bowl of clear soup and buckwheat noodles ... is that ok? "

"Please, please sit inside," the proprietress took them to the second table last year. "A bowl of clear soup and buckwheat noodles-"

"Hey, Dad, can you give them three bowls?" The proprietress whispered in the boss's ear.

"No, if so, they may be embarrassed." The boss said, grabbed half the noodles and put them in the pot.

"I can eat the clear soup soba noodles in Beihai Pavilion again this year."

"I hope I can come to eat next year ..."

Finished, handed in 150 yuan. The proprietress said to their backs, "Thank you, have a good year!"

The Beihai Pavilion noodle restaurant, where business is booming, ushered in the third New Year's Eve dinner. Just after ten o'clock, the "Reservation" sign has been put up at Table 2. The boss and the proprietress immediately turned out the price signs of various noodles hanging on the wall and quickly wrote "Clear soup buckwheat noodles 150 yuan". In fact, the price of clear soup and buckwheat noodles is already a bowl in 200 yuan.

At half past ten, they came. My brother is wearing the school uniform of middle school students, and my brother is wearing a slightly bigger old skirt that my brother wore last year. Both brothers have grown up, a little beyond recognition. Mother is still wearing that untimely faded short coat.

"Welcome." The proprietress stepped forward with a smile.

"... ah ... two bowls of clear soup and buckwheat noodles ... is that ok? "Mother asked timidly.

"Yes, please, please sit inside!"

The proprietress led them to Table 2, conveniently hid the reservation card on the table and shouted at the counter: "Two bowls of clear soup and buckwheat noodles!" " "

The boss put three bowls of noodles in the pot.

Mother and son are eating two bowls of clear soup and buckwheat noodles, talking and laughing.

"Eldest son, Chun Er, you know, your father died in a car accident and owed money to eight people. I've paid off my pension, and I'll pay back the shortfall by installments of 50,000 yuan per month. The remaining debts were originally agreed to be paid off in March next year, but in fact they can be paid off today. "

"Ah, is this true, Mom?"

"It's true. My eldest son sends newspapers to support me every day, and Chun Er buys food and cooks for me every day, so I can work with peace of mind. Because I worked hard and got a special allowance from the company, I can pay off all my debts now. "

"good! Mom, brother, from now on, cooking every day is my treat! "

"I also continue to send newspapers. Brother, let's work together! "

"Thank you, thank you ... thank you ..."

Mother and son, quietly, holding hands with each other for a long time. Then he smiled happily. As a clear soup for the New Year's Eve, I finished eating buckwheat noodles and paid 300 yuan.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Mother and son bowed their heads and thanked them deeply and walked out of the store.

"Thank you, I wish you a good year!"

The boss and proprietress blessed them loudly and watched them leave. ...

It's New Year's Eve again. At Beihai Pavilion Noodle Restaurant, after 9: 00 p.m. 10, a "reservation" sign was hung on Table 2, waiting for the arrival of the mother and son. However, I have never seen the three of them on this day.

Year after year, Table 2 waited silently, but the mother and son still didn't show up.

This year's New Year's Eve has come again. The "reservation" sign has been quietly placed on Table 2.

The door of the shop creaked open. Two young men in suits and jackets came in. A woman in a kimono came in with her head deeply buried and stood between two young people.

"Ah ... three bowls of clear soup and buckwheat noodles, ok?" The woman in kimono said quietly.

The proprietress pointed to three visitors and her eyes collided with those of her husband who was busy at the counter.

One of the young people spoke. "We were customers who ate a bowl of clear soup and soba noodles on the eve of fourteen years ago. At that time, it was the encouragement of this bowl of clear soup and buckwheat noodles that made the three of us work together and spent that difficult time. Then we moved to Shiga County, my mother's hometown.

"I passed the national medical qualification examination this year, and now I am an intern in a university hospital in Kyoto. Next April, I will work in Sapporo General Hospital. Brother, who hasn't opened a noodle restaurant yet, now works in a bank in Kyoto. Today, the three of us have come to the Beihai Pavilion in Sapporo specially, so please cook three bowls of clear soup and buckwheat noodles. "

The boss and his wife nodded while listening, and shed tears one after another.

"Huan ... welcome, please, please sit down ... the father of the child, three bowls of clear soup and soba noodles at Table 2-"

"Good-three bowls of clear soup and buckwheat noodles-"The tearful husband could hardly speak.

There was a burst of cheers and applause in the shop.

Outside the store, the snowflake that was buzzing and floating just now has stopped. The window is bright and clean with white snow, and the curtain that says "Beihai Pavilion" flutters in the breeze of the first month.