The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 119 Wear it, change clothes

In this world we live in, many things happen every day.

We can't stop time, we can only move forward without hesitation in the long river of time, and live our lives desperately.

Regardless of whether it is a high-ranking big shot or an ordinary person, it is a day when the sun rises and a night when the sun sets.Going forward in the alternation of day and night, experiencing the joys and sorrows of the world, as well as the ups and downs of success and failure in life.

Man is the creature with the highest intelligence in this world. Because of emotion and wisdom, the real world is constantly developing and changing with each passing day, and the emotional world is full and full of passion in the process of growth.

It is because of emotions that life in the sun has a taste, and it has the goal and courage to fight for it.

We still can't care about the life and joys and sorrows of the great people, ordinary people have the world of ordinary people, and the ordinary years of ordinary people are more like a song, which is intriguing.

In the world we live in, there is such a group of people who live at the bottom of society, do jobs that are looked down upon, and serve people who open their mouths to eat.

Most of them are children from the countryside, and there are also many laid-off urban people.They formed a catering army, busy running and working hard, which is a beautiful and sad landscape.

Cook, waiter.

I don’t know when they have filled every corner of our urban life. They work hard every day wearing stars and moons, trying to prove their existence with sweat and delicious food, and creating the future with their hands.

They are laborers living in the dark.

They are a group of people worthy of respect.

Lao Tan dragged his exhausted body and climbed step by step to the door of the house on the fifth floor with his legs full of lead. He took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened the door gently.

Strangely, at this time of the day, his son and Lin Yan went to bed early, and when the door was opened, it was dark. Only after he pressed the switch would there be light to illuminate the house.

But today the lights are on, and my son is wearing a brand new sports vest and shorts, standing in the living room playing basketball in his hand.

Lin Yan admired her precious son while watching TV, with a smile on her face.

The mother and daughter were not asleep, and they seemed to be in high spirits.

"Haven't gone to bed yet?" Old Tan asked, infected by the interest of his son and wife, he smiled, his body was a little bit tired.

"Today is Saturday, no school tomorrow. Dad, my mother enrolled me in basketball class today." Son Jiaheng said excitedly.

"Basketball class? Want to play basketball? It's okay to play, you're a little fat now." Old Tan said with a smile.

"My mother just wants to tell me to lose weight and enroll in basketball classes." The son said, turning the basketball in his hand upside down.

Lao Tan walked up to him and took the basketball from his son.

This is a new ball, it looks like it was just bought today.

"Would you like to play basketball?" Old Tan asked.

"willing."

"Playing basketball is tiring and easily injured."

"I'm not afraid."

"That's good, but don't delay your studies."

"I know."

"How tall are you now?"

"1.4 meters."

Old Tan smiled and patted his son's head, and said, "Ten years old, 1.4 meters, is considered tall."

The son seemed a little dissatisfied with his father's statement that he was ten years old, so he corrected him and said, "Nine years old."

Old Tan smiled gratifiedly, and said to his son: "Dad loves to play basketball, and has participated in a basketball game in the city, No.2."

"Dad, were you in junior high school or high school?" the son asked.

"High school." Old Tan replied.

After answering his son's question, Lao Tan couldn't help but see the scene of playing basketball in high school.

Hey, at that time——
The green years, the youth worth remembering but the most unwilling to recall.

Many people are nostalgic for their high school life, which is a transition from ignorance in junior high school to youth, a stage when people begin to grow up, and they have the best memories.

But for Lao Tan, it was a period of time that he was least willing to mention, it was very gray and obscure.

He was stunned for a moment, and then said to his son: "It's okay to play, but you have to be good."

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Yan said: "What's so good? Just tell him to exercise, don't be so fat, and focus on studying." Then he said to his son: "Let me tell you, you can play ball, but you can't delay your studies." , I won’t ask you to play if it delays your studies.”

The son blinked and said, "Got it."

Lao Tan handed the basketball in his hand to his son, and said jokingly, "Dad will take you to the stadium to play when you have time. Dad's playing is okay."

"Okay." The son said happily.

Lin Yan said to her son: "Okay, it's almost time, it's already eleven o'clock, go to bed quickly."

The son obviously still has more to say, but the mother spoke, so she had to put the basketball on the ground and reluctantly walked to the bedroom.

Lao Tan went into the bathroom and began to wash and take a shower.When he came out of the shower, the living room had already turned off the lights, and it was completely dark.The lights in the son's and Lin Yan's rooms were also turned off, obviously they were asleep.

He stood in the living room in a daze for a while, sighed involuntarily, and then entered his room.

Usually, after entering the room, I would sit at the desk and light a cigarette, organize my thoughts for the day, review the work of the day like a movie, leave unfinished work behind, and tell myself to finish it the next day.Then think about the work to be done the next day, arrange one, two, three, and don't go to bed until you have thought it through.

But today he didn't think about the day's work, nor did he plan for the next day. He just sat at the desk and lit a cigarette in a daze.

The son is ten years old, and his head reaches his shoulders.This kid will be a big man in the future, about the same as himself, and probably can surpass him.

How wonderful life is. There is a son with his own blood flowing on his body, which is the continuation of his own life.

Continuation, the continuation of life.

Because of this life, life is full of sunshine and reasons to struggle, and becomes beautiful.

Hey, it's true that you don't know the price of firewood if you don't manage your family, and you don't know the kindness of your parents if you don't raise children.

Needless to say, being the head of the family, 13 years old started to be the head of the family, living in a separate family, and suffered too much staring and ridicule, what happened in the end?It's better to live a good life, get married, set up a business, and have such a big son.

Needless to say, the past days, whether suffering or exhaustion, are all over, and it is useless to talk about them.Those who have not experienced it do not know the hardships involved, and those who have experienced it do not want to talk about it, it is unbearable to look back.

Life is like this, as long as you live, you have to live, unless you die.

But how many people who live well are willing to die?
People have to live, they have to live, only by living can they prove the value of existence, and they have to live well.

Another point is that if you don't raise children, you don't know your parents' kindness.

That's right, when I saw my son today, who had reached his shoulders, I couldn't help but think of my mother.Why didn't I experience the age of my son, and why didn't my mother look at her son with joy?
Mother, mother, mother who has worked hard all her life——
Two balls of hot stuff filled Lao Tan's eye sockets.

I vaguely saw the thin and frowning mother——
It was a snowstorm all over the sky, the howling north wind, and snowflakes floating in the sky. My mother was carrying a basket, wearing a single dress, and a gray turban on her head. Braving the wind and snow, she walked from house to house in the cold. Begging for life-threatening food for six children——
Tears involuntarily filled his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

Vision blurred.

But everything in memory is so clear.

It was summer, and he was playing in the village river not far from his house with his bare feet.It was noon, and the little friends who played together were all told by their mothers to go home for dinner, and he was left standing alone by the small river waiting for his mother who came back from the production team.

His mother appeared from the intersection, and he shouted happily from a distance: "Mom—Mom—"

Mother dragged her tired body to the front, and he happily took mother's hand, as if holding the whole world.

"Mom, I'll wait for you." He said with a childish smile on his face.

His mother stroked his head lovingly, his face was full of exhaustion.

"Mom, carry me across the river." He acted coquettishly.

The mother was too tired, so she said gently: "Come on, mom is tired, look, mom is still wading in the river."

After the mother finished speaking, she stretched her foot into the river. The moment she lifted her foot into the river, he saw that the cloth shoe on her foot was torn, and a toe was exposed——
The mother stepped on the shoe with bare toes into the river, and the river ruthlessly overflowed the mother's instep, followed by the second one——
He stood by the river blankly, the hot noon sun shining on the river dazzlingly.

Mother's feet—
Mother wading in the river——
He saw the white hair on his mother's head and Jilou's body——
At that moment, the young him had tears in his eyes——
After that, he never played in the small river at the head of the village again.

He hated the river, even though it had brought so much joy to his childhood.

His mother's cloth shoes with exposed toes were more eye-catching than the glare of the sun. They pierced him all his life, and they are still——
So, as long as he came home, he would buy a pair of shoes for his mother, for no reason, no reason.

Now, my mother's shoes can't fit, cotton, single, leather, cloth, silk surface, soft leather surface --- all kinds.

My mother said not to buy it, because I couldn't wear it.

He said, put it on, change it——
(End of this chapter)