This is a very old noodle restaurant.

The adobe house, the old door, the tables and benches inside are at least the style of 20 or 30 years ago.

The owner of this small noodle shop is even an old man who is not very convenient to walk. He is probably at least seventy years old.

There are very few noodles here, only one type - even soup noodles.

This is a nearly extinct noodles recipe.

First stir-fry a few slices of pork belly in the pot, add various seasonings, stir-fry until fragrant, add the snow-white bone soup, and finally add the lasagna noodles that you have done and dried.

After the finished product comes out, drizzle two spoonfuls of red oil chili, plus a little fermented black bean paste and minced garlic. The salty and fresh aroma is very strong. Not only does the noodles not rot, they are also a little "crunchy".

In the middle of winter, eat this bowl, drink the fragrant hot soup together, and don’t change the roast chicken.

Yu Zhen hasn't eaten it for a long time, so even though the small noodle restaurant is simple and the boss is not very enthusiastic, he insists on staying to taste it.

When a large bowl of fragrant noodle soup was placed in front of him, he knew that the old man's skills did not disappoint him.

"It really smells so good!"

Just as Qu Yan was praising her, a bicycle stopped at the entrance of the noodle shop.

The person riding the bike was a middle-aged uncle, alone, not like a cyclist.

Maybe I rode too far, so I looked dusty and my eyes were covered with blood.

He walked into the noodle shop and found a table to sit down.

"Boss, two sides of fat intestines."

"I want it."

Not long after, the old man who opened the noodle restaurant brought a bowl of noodles, but the middle-aged uncle did not start, but said to the boss: "Boss, I have no money anymore. Can the bicycle outside be in front of a bowl?"

The old man from the noodle restaurant was stunned and then said, "Whoever wants your bicycle, I will close the door tomorrow."

"Why do you need to close the door?"

"The business can't be done anymore. If you don't close the door, can you stay by the roadside and eat ashes every day?"

After saying that, the old man ignored the middle-aged uncle and walked into the kitchen.

The middle-aged uncle smiled bitterly, and finally picked up the chopsticks and started to swallow them voraciously. In the end, he drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl completely.

After eating, he did not pay or ride his bicycle, but strode into the darkness.

"This uncle is a little strange," Qu Yan said, "The boss is also very strange. He is not angry if others don't give money."

"Normal." Yu Zhen said, "When I was a child, we had a noodle restaurant in our town. Even the noodle soup was delicious and the business was very good.

"The boss is a middle-aged couple, both of whom are very good people.

"I greedy for their noodles, but I don't have money, so I go on credit.

“Sometimes I get money and I’ll give it to you, but sometimes I forget it.

"The couple never asked me about this, nor went to find my parents and grandmother. I would go to me next time I went there.

"Their family moved out later."

"Why move away?"

"I only heard about it later," Yu Zhen said, "I heard that some people are jealous of their business, so they deliberately asked many people to go on credit. Naturally, such a business cannot be done."

"How could there be such a bad person?"

"There are indeed many bad people in this world, but there are also good people like the owner of the noodle shop," Yu Zhen said. "If I meet that couple again, I will definitely return the money from that year to them."

"You are also a good person," Qu Yan asked, "How about we be a good person, help the uncle settle the account and return the bicycle to him."

If you collect a good person card, you will naturally have to do good things.

Yu Zhen naturally doesn’t care about buying a bowl of noodles for others, but what other bicycle do you need?

But for some reason, Qu Yan was very persistent in this bicycle and insisted on riding to chase the uncle. He had to drive the car and slowly follow her.

Not far ahead was a ramp that lasted several kilometers long, and she could only push her bicycle to walk.

When I caught up with the uncle, I was already on the top of the mountain.

"Uncle, wait, your bike!"

The uncle who was walking with his head stopped, turned around in surprise, and looked at the panting Qu Yan.

"Little girl, I left this car to the noodle shop owner."

"We have paid for you for the face money," Qu Yan said, "so you can take the bike back."

The middle-aged uncle was stunned again, but finally shook his head.

"I'll give it to you."

Qu Yan held the bicycle and didn't know what to do.

She didn't expect that after pursuing her for so long, she would get such a sentence.

"Why, aren't you walking now?" Qu Yan asked in confusion, "No matter what, you should be easier to ride a bike."

"Because I can't use it anymore."

"Why can't you use it? Have you arrived home?"

The uncle smiled indifferently and stopped talking, but continued to strode forward.

This made Yu Zhen confused and frowned slightly.

This uncle had a strange reaction.

So he called Qu Yan back, turned off the headlights, and followed him from afar.

Before he walked far, the uncle left the main road, walked into a sparse woods next to him, and finally came to a gloomy cemetery.

The tombs here look a bit old, many of them are covered with weeds, and the tombstones are damaged and almost unrecognizable. However, the uncle still came to a grave very familiarly and sat down next to the mossy tombstone.

"I don't know how to tell you," the uncle began to talk to himself after lit a cigarette, and seemed to be telling him about the owner of the grave, "But now, I don't care about embarrassment.

"I lost completely this time and I had nothing left.

"I know you're going to laugh at me again and say I don't have the life to make money.

“I didn’t believe it before, but now I believe it.

"I would have known that I would have been better if I had heard of you. Although I was a little poor, I would have been with you for at least two more years.

"But don't worry, I'll come down to accompany you when I finish smoking this cigarette..."

Listening to the uncle's remarks from afar, Yu Zhen knew that he had guessed correctly.

This uncle should be from here. Maybe because he lost his business and suffered a complete loss, he had the idea of ​​suicide.

In the past two years, more and more people have been forced to jump off the building by money, and I don’t know whose fault it is.

"What should I do?" Qiu Yun asked in a low voice, "Do you want to persuade me?"

Yu Zhen pondered for a moment.

Someone commits suicide in front of him. If he encounters such a thing, he should definitely persuade him.

But he felt that this time it could not be said by him, but Qu Yan should be allowed to make the decision, because he felt that this might be an opportunity.

If this uncle really encountered something and asked Qu Yan to help solve it, would she be very happy?

So he deliberately said, "I don't know, what do you think Qu Yan?"

"Am I?"

Qu Yan didn't expect that such an important thing would be so important that Yu Zhen would ask for her opinion and didn't know what to do for a moment.

After all, she has never encountered such a thing when she grew up so old.

"I don't know either."

"Tell me boldly," Qiu Yun said, "You can say whatever you think."

"Then I think... I'd better go and persuade." Qu Yan said.

No one knows the value of life better than her, so she doesn't want a good person to waste the opportunity to live at will.

"Then let's go over."

Yu Zhen got out of the car and took the two into the dim cemetery.

The middle-aged uncle had finished smoking a cigarette at this time and was taking out a bottle of pills when he suddenly heard someone talking.

"Uncle, don't be so stupid."

The uncle turned around in surprise and found that it was the girl who caught up with him and returned his bicycle. He couldn't help but be surprised.

"You...why are you following you?"

"Uncle," Qu Yan stepped forward and said, "I don't know what happened to you, but suicide is really bad."

"What do you, a little girl, know?" The uncle shook his head helplessly, "You don't understand, please leave quickly and don't worry about me."
To be continued...