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The bean curd stew on the third floor of the school's cafeteria is the best, with plenty of sauce, even mixing by the chef, and enough stewing time to make every bite full of flavor. The fast flow of students means that everyone's stewed noodles are still hot, giving it even more points.

Qin Chao in this stewed noodles to work as a hourly laborer, two hours of lunch break, eat and pay. He has a large meal, and loves to eat this. So he thinks it is very cost-effective, the most should be full of this meal to save, it solves the biggest expenses in a day.

Classmates see, he will not be shy, sometimes want to give more, just happened to run into the boss over, so the spoon shook two more times, let the meat back to the original position. The eyes signal that there's no way around it, and the classmates all show understanding.

Every day, I leave work, eat, and then change my clothes for class.

At night, the library master would call out to him: Qin Chao, lock the door.

He no longer explains, that is the vibrant Chao.

It is time to close the library again, the moon is particularly full tonight, he wanted to call home, but in the end did not dial out.

The night is getting cooler and cooler, and the winter wind seems to be a silent reminder to add more clothes.

He sent a greeting text message to his mom, reminding her that it was cold, and also talking about the 11th exam and getting a national scholarship.

Mom said, my son is really great.

The dormitory in order to celebrate Qin Chao, went outside to eat barbecue. The two housemates who came had already bought a good drink and drank it.

Qin Chao ordered another bean curd fried noodles, one person ate up a plate.

"So love to eat bean curd fried noodles?" Lao San asked.

"I love bean curd stewed noodles, but this store does not have stewed noodles, and fried noodles are not much worse."

The chef sold the frying behind Qin Chao, and served it up Qin Chao took a big bite, and ate it so much that everyone around him wanted to order one.

When Qin Chao checked out, Lao San woke up, looked around and muttered, "Dabai is really a strange in the end, until now does not come."

Said just as Big White pushed open the door of the store, together with Qin Chao, transported the two drunken guys back to the dormitory.

Qin Chao said, "Big White, you have changed a lot. Leaving early and returning late."

Li Yibai laughed a little, "You are still the same, leaving early and returning late."

The two paused for a second, and Qin Chao said, "I want to use the scholarship to get my mom a new cell phone, so I can video with her later. She'll be able to e-collect money too."

"Pretty good."

Without chatting twice, Li Yibai also fell asleep.

Qin Chao knew that he was different from them, but never too different. Some people are destined to enjoy life, some people just have to beg for life early.

Qin Chao never complained about the sky, a lot of things in this world he does not care, as long as he can make the day a little better.

He listened to the three people's snoring and also fell asleep hazily.

Hazily dreamed that he traveled back in time.

Personally looked at his own taut face at the breakfast stand to help his mom, not saying a word. When his mom called out to him to help with the porridge, he didn't move, and she pushed his arm and said, "Go on, son."

He also elbowed her in passing, and without saying a word picked up his backpack and went to school.

In his dream, he sat in front of the balcony with its rusty railings and stayed there until zero hour when he went back to bed himself. In the wee hours of the morning, his mom quietly got up, looked to see if he was covered, and went to the kitchen to make bean casserole.

The beans were washed and cleaned, the tendons on the ends and ridges were removed, and the beans were broken into sections. The green ones were laid out in a basket with holes for empty water. Mom always use the kind of thin noodles, first on the pot to steam, and then and fried beans fried meat with fried evenly stewed. Every time I open the pot is full of the aroma of the house.

The dream, now he is very disliked at that time. Always sitting alone in the first row, feeling that many of his classmates were talking about him helping out at the breakfast stand.

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Qin Chao suddenly woke up can no longer sleep, toss and turn for a while, go to the water room to wash clothes.

Probably from that time in the dream, he began to put a clean and washed clothes in his school bag. After helping his mom at the breakfast stand, he went to school to change first into clothes that smelled of the morning market.

Mom probably found out the secret and never let him help again on the grounds that school was important.

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The exam on the 11th went well.

The whole house went to eat skewers again to celebrate, and as usual, Lao-san treated us. Anyway, this guy runs outside every day, do not fail all rely on Qin Chao's pre-test lecture. Who is not polite with him.

He ate while giving Qin Chao a toast. The four people drink confused, from acquaintance Kan to marriage.

Li Yibai pushed Qin Chao's arm, "The phone is ringing!"

Qin Chao's mouth of bean curd fried noodles is not finished, hastily picked up the phone, "Hello! Uncle Bin."

"You finished your exams."

"Finished."

"I'll tell you something ah, you make a mental preparation ......"

Qin Chao straightened his waist, his heart suddenly some panic.

"Well, you say ......"

"Your mom ......"

"Your mom. p> "What happened to my mom?" Qin Chao's tone blunted for a moment, and everyone went quiet.

"Your mom ...... has terminal cancer, everyone has been unaware of it before, and two mornings ago, she suddenly fainted when she was out of the stall ...... you came back to talk about it."

"How is my mom ...... now?" Qin Chao suddenly stood up.

"Come back and say it."

"I'm going back now. Tell my mom to hold up. I'll go back now."

There was a flash of panic in Qin Chao's eyes, and Lao San had already checked on the airfare. As soon as Qin Chao hung up the phone, he said, '"Go, take a taxi, go back and get your ID card, I will send you to the airport."

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The home downstairs has supported the hearth.

He came back and didn't see his mom for the last time, only to see her in the picture frame, surprisingly peaceful in her eyes. Qin Chao panicked heart, suddenly like a stone in the mud, pain and can not speak out, sad and can not tears.

Uncle Bin has taken care of everything, patted Qin Chao and said, go and kowtow to your mom, then change your clothes.

Qin Chao knelt in front of his mother's phase, like the first time to look at his mother so carefully, measuring her wrinkles and slightly drooping mouth. Life has been carried on her shoulders for so many years, finally unloaded.

He kowtowed y once, and then twice.

Then went to change his clothes and personally received the relatives and friends who gave his mom a last ride.

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When organizing the relics, Qin Chao took the medical record and read it page by page, and after the diagnosis was confirmed, there was no longer a single sheet of prescribed medication or treatment.

Uncle Bin handed him something and said, "This is the bankbook your mom left for you, and there's also a recording of a message for you to listen to."

"Chao'er ah, after mom left, you have to take care of yourself ...... will never have to help mom work again, will not give you shame ...... mom left some money for you... ...can't buy you a house or a car like other people's parents, just enough to finish paying your tuition...haven't been able to give you a good life ...... It's mom who's sorry for you...mom won't be dragging you down in the future either. Mom knows that you study especially well, understand, what you do in the future, mom all support you ...... you ...... are mom's pride ......"

He listened to her voice, gritted his teeth and held the sentence "Don't go."

Don't go.

Unfortunately, more don't go, are useless.

Qin Chao looked at the traces of his mother's life. Simple furniture, old supplies. The old cell phone is full of text messages from his son, and on the old apron, there is still the smell of fried noodles.

He buried his face in it, not daring to cry, afraid that tears will change the flavor.

Looking out the window of his mom's room.

The floor was bustling with activity.

People come and go in groups with big pockets and small pockets, loaded with New Year's goods. They met, exchanged pleasantries, greetings, and talked about their families. Everyone's face is smiling and happy.

It is also far from the Qin Dynasty.

This year, there is going to be no more her. In the future, there is also no more.

Countless afternoons he sat on the balcony looking at similar scenes, yearning for everything after leaving home. Without realizing that that was the happiest time. With the sound of his mom frying behind him, with the only person in the world related to him by blood, protecting and loving him.

He can't go back to work at that noodle store, the sound of the stir-fry and the smell of the noodles make him think too much.

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On the morning of the first day of the New Year, Qin Chao habitually pulled open the drawer.

Inside there was a red envelope, a piece of paper. The red envelope is written: son, happy new year.

On that piece of paper, his mom wrote bean curd casserole.

He put it away in his old wallet and stepped on the train back to school.

After he went back to school, he became even less talkative. His studies were as serious as ever, his life as regular as ever. But he never went back to the noodle store where he worked part-time. The eyes are not as bright as they used to be.

Lao San shouted everyone to eat skewers. Several times, Qin Chao refused.

Until the summer there is a reprieve.

When they arrived at the table where they always do, Qin Chao and the opposite side of the table changed places. No longer did he turn his back on the chef of the chow mein, but watched him wield a large spoon and drink from one cup.

He drank so much that he choked and choked on snot, and the world blossomed in his eyes.

Mom, however, grew clearer in his mind.

"My mom, has always been an exceptionally good person. She opened a breakfast stand, never bought the best vegetables, meat, she said the people who came to eat breakfast, are too late to do at home. She said that the people who came to eat breakfast were too busy to make it at home, and that they should eat something good and nutritious.

"She obviously has a good pancake, porridge is also good. After discovering that I love to eat bean curd casserole noodles, I have been making it. "

"The year my dad died, owed a lot of medical bills. She didn't say a word to me, just wanted me to study hard. What about me? Stealing her money, ran out to work, was cheated out of a penny, thought she would beat me as a child. But she just ...... she just ...... cried and said, come back just fine, come back just fine, otherwise how can I explain to your father."

"She aged faster and faster over the years, and I didn't even realize she was sick. The month before she left, she paid off all the family debts. She must have been afraid that seeing a doctor would cost her as much as it did my father, and that's why she kept dragging her feet and refusing to get treatment."

"If I had known, I should have called her more often. But every time I tried to call her, I was afraid she was busy. I got up at three in the morning and had to leave at four. After selling breakfast, I have to go and approve vegetables. Arriving home at noon and afternoon to sleep, I don't know how late she'll sleep. But she is a light sleeper and I don't want to disturb her. She woke up to have to prepare dishes ah rice ah ...... really hard. I used to be afraid that my classmates would laugh at me, and I didn't want to help her. I've been thinking about how not to let my classmates look down on me all day. I thought about how to get rid of her. But she would only indulge me...not ask me to help again..."

"She would make my lunch in advance, often without repetition. But Uncle Bin told me the other day that my mom ...... was eating leftovers from the breakfast stand ...... every day at noon."

"I miss her so much, I miss my mom. Every year we make dumplings on the first day of the year, and I want so badly to eat her dumplings again. I so want to say goodbye to her in person. I want to tell her, "Mom, wait until I graduate and stand on the stage in front of everyone and say, "I want to thank my mom". I want to bow to her, I don't want to kowtow."

Qin Chao could no longer control his emotions, tears running like rain.

The three men sat next to each other and listened quietly, only able to pass paper, unable to comfort.

It is probably because of those who have gone through those times when they did not know what they were doing that they have become what they are now, who know what they are doing, who are alone, who are self-reliant, who do not care about what other people think.

The current Qin Dynasty is already good enough, and therefore, only know how to make people angry in the past.

Anyone who has been a teenager, anyone who wants to get up to make their heart sore and swollen memories. Not with time, can forget.

Qin Chao cried to let loose, can not draw breath. It seems that for so many years, the most aggrieved person is not mom but him.

The boss asked with concern what happened?

Qin Chao raised his head, crying unable to speak.

The boss was puzzled and said, "Why don't Uncle treat you to fried noodles with bean curd! This child loves to eat this. Eat something on the good, life is not difficult to get through, the stomach is warm, people will be good. "

Qin Chao slowed down, took out his mom's menu from his old wallet and said, "I want stewed noodles."

"Good!" The boss looked at it, heated the oil in the pot, cut a lot of five-flake meat into the pot, fried until browned and served out.

Re-heated the oil, put onion, ginger, garlic and chili corns. Qin Chao listened to the "Slasher" popping sound, feel so familiar and so far away.

The boss put the bean curd into the stir-fry until lightly cooked, and then pour in the pork just now. Stir fry with soy sauce, sugar coloring. Stir fry evenly and add water to cook a delicious sauce.

The boss served a little soup, and then spread the noodles. Just now the soup poured on top, the aroma is already very tempting.

The boss put the lid on the pot to simmer, smiled and said to Qin Chao, "It will be ready soon."

He had heard these words countless times when he was a child standing outside the kitchen waiting. But he would never hear it again in the future.

The noodles are ready, seasoned with just soy sauce before serving, tossed in a large pot, and served with a little more hot sauce.

When it was served to Qin Chao, the owner watched him expectantly as he took his first bite.

He said, "Delicious."

The boss then smiles, shaking his bushel fan and looking at the sky.

The night flights flew through the sky as if his mother had told him that when people go away, they go from one place to another. We must bless each other and not be afraid.

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Only with this article, in memory of my college years, always miss the bean curd casserole

Many people in life of the great separation

are not able to face to say goodbye to

Did not listen to the life of that important person to say the last word

Did not see the last side

A lot of people