Super lottery system

"Let's sit inside." Now there were almost no customers, so Uncle Chen dragged Yuan Wan into the back kitchen, and the two of them opened the stools and sat down. "Yuan Wan, you have been here for a year, have you not seen my son?"

"I seldom even hear you mention it."

"Because what happened in the past was not good, so I seldom bring it up." Uncle Chen seemed to open a rusty iron box, and slowly pulled out the past story, "I married late, and my children were born late. I only had a son at the age of 30, and I loved him very much. Although life was not good at that time, we gave him everything, sent him to the best school, enrolled him in the best class, and we would give him everything.” Said Here, looking at his hands, he smiled wryly, "I was originally a worker, but later I started to learn to be a cook, because I wanted to earn a little more money after I came back from work, so as to give them a better life. His mother quit work. When I came back, I also helped others to do needlework, and later I bought a sewing machine, I still don’t know how many times I changed hands, but it’s okay, as long as I can do more, it’s good.”

Yuan Wan saw the shadows of his parents in him, "Didn't it be very hard at that time?"

"It's hard work, but also happy." Uncle Chen laughed, "The three of us are in the small house at night, surrounded by lights and fires, his mother tells him stories, and I cook delicious food for them, fried melon seeds, Stir-fried peanuts, fried corn...Chop the leftover chicken feet into pieces, serve with dried chili, and fry until fragrant. He especially likes to eat...it was like this until I was ten years old. At that time, I always Remember."

"When I was young, my mother also made delicious food for me. She would also fry pancakes with everything in them." Yuan Wan reminded him of the memories, and couldn't help expressing emotion.

"Really, Yuan Wan, do you think you were happier when you were young? When he grows up, it will be different." The smile on Uncle Chen's face gradually disappeared without knowing it, "In order to give him a good middle school, I only Borrowed money to open this restaurant. At the beginning, the business was not good, and he was also very nervous. His mother not only came to help, but also did a few needlework. She didn't have a good rest, and she was so tired that she coughed up blood. Alas, alas, Xiao Zhao came to help me later, and he didn’t get paid much. His business gradually improved, and he was able to live up to his expectations. He was admitted to a key middle school and went to study outside, so I gave him all the money he earned.”

"So he is good at studying, and I have always been in the middle and lower reaches of the class." Yuan Wan was telling the truth. The only time in his life he took the first place in the class was in kindergarten.

"That's how it went wrong. I still regret giving him so much money to buy musical instruments and make music." Uncle Chen slapped his thigh, "At first I thought it was just for fun, but later on his grades got better and better. It got worse and worse. We didn’t even go to class. We didn’t know about it until the teacher asked his parents. I was so angry at the time, I hit him for the first time. Alas, his mother was also angry with him, but later she felt sorry for him and persuaded him Me. I don't feel well either."

"It's also good to play some music. There are so many singers who make a lot of money, and they also come from playing music." Yuan Wan said carefully, he knew that the next point would come to the point.

"But he ran away to play music instead of studying, and only came back a few times a year. Every time he saw me, he ran away. What, what can I say about him!" Uncle Chen said sadly, "We only have him A son, he doesn't come home, ah, doesn't even call much. He calls his mother, never calls me, I haven't heard his voice for a long time... Your friend, who looks like him Quite like, when I look at him, I sometimes regard him as my son, oh..."

Yuan Wan remained silent, this is not the place for him to intervene.To untie the bell, the person who tied it must still be there, and all he can do here is to listen.Behind the corners of his eyes, he noticed that Qiao Shanshan had been touching her quietly since he didn't know when, and listened carefully.Now there are no phones here, just stories.

Uncle Chen took a break, smiled shyly, shook his head and continued, "I talk so much, I'm really old... In fact, I don't have much to say later, he doesn't study, he doesn't go to university, he goes to a He didn’t tell us anything except to tell his mother that he was safe. I don’t know what he lived on. Later, his mother suddenly became ill. She just left for two days and didn’t even have time to wait for him to come back and see her for the last time. He blamed me for not taking good care of his mother. He thought I was against him playing music and his mother supported him, so I treated his mother badly. Alas, although I had quarreled with his mother several times because of this, I never I didn’t treat them badly, I was just angry with him, what did he do for running so far, even his mother was sick and couldn’t make it back.” Uncle Chen raised his hand, covered his eyes, and ended this embarrassing story with the last sentence, "From then on, he stopped calling me Dad, and called me Uncle Chen, and I let him go, this brat..."

"From now on, I'll call you Uncle Chen." Yuan Wan didn't care whether Uncle Chen called Chen Ji well or not, he just told him what was in his heart, "Not Uncle Chen, that's his special address. Uncle, call it Dad , no matter what he calls you, you will always be his father."

"Hahahaha, you are very good at talking." Uncle Chen was teased, and took away his rough hands, revealing a wrinkled face, "I am older than your mother, so I will be called uncle."

"Anyway, it's right to have the word uncle." Yuan Wan also laughed.The story doesn’t need a sad ending. Although Uncle Chen usually doesn’t have many smiles, there are always smiles, so he knows that there shouldn’t be a sad atmosphere here. Sometimes, the melancholy past just needs to diffuse and dissipate with the wind. enough.

Uncle Chen wiped his hands, and solemnly took out the old and long-used mobile phone from his pocket, "This mobile phone was used by my son in the past. After he left, his mother used it to receive phone calls every time. He called and heard his voice. Later, his mother passed away, and I could finally hear his voice from here. So I always use it and never change it. I think this phone represents him and On behalf of his mother." He looked at Yuan Wan, "This is what I thought before I told you, but now I don't think so. I think you said something just now, no matter what he calls me, I will always be his father, So the same reason, no matter what mobile phone you change to, his voice will come from inside. I want to use the new mobile phone you gave me, and take your heart."

Yuan Wan handed over the newly bought mobile phone with both hands again, and took Uncle Chen's old mobile phone at the same time. "Put it in my bag for me. I'll take it home. I won't need it in the future." Uncle Chen installed the card, fumbled for the new phone, and walked out, "I'll try to make a call and see what the new phone sounds like. What effect." "The effect must be very good." "Haha..."

In the quiet back kitchen, Qiao Shanshan appeared in a cleaner's costume. "Here you are." Yuan Wan handed the phone to her, "The grand prize is hidden on this phone that carries a lot of memories, it's so suitable." "I, no..." "Wipe your tears first, like this It's so weird." Yuan Wan didn't mean to tease her, but the appearance of the rough cleaning worker with tears streaming down his face, it was really discordant, like a portrayal of the oppressed working people. "I don't touch it." Qiao Shanshan wiped her face with her hands indiscriminately, and finally said clearly, "The prize for this phone is for you."