I really don't want to be a teacher

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"...Be careful, don't fall..."

Following behind a few children, an adult smiled and greeted another child.

"...He has been working outside all year round in his life. When he died, he bought some toys for his child with some money, and was going to go home..."

The old man looked at the adult who greeted the child, and said aloud.

The adult greeted him, stopped again, and looked at his child with a smile on his face.

……

"...Old Chen, are you going to go back after cleaning up the stall so early?"

"...The old woman came to call just now, saying that the baby came back with his wife and children... You came to buy food? I still have some food left here, I will give it to you..."

On the side of the street, there was a stall, and the owner of the stall selling some vegetables had a smile on his face, busy cleaning up the stall, and talking to an acquaintance in front of the stall.

"... In his life, there was a child who died in an accident when the child was young. Until he died, he still thought about that child...Here, his child grew up smoothly, studying, working , found a suitable person to marry, and had a child, and every year during the holidays, his child would bring the whole family back to see him."

The old man looked at the stall owner and said aloud.

"...Jingde is back? Old Chen, you are enjoying your blessings, the house is full of children and grandchildren, and the grandson is around your knees..."

"... Hey... I'll go first, I'll go back first..."

The customers in front of the booth were talking to the stall owner, who couldn't stop smiling, packed up his things, said a few more words, and walked far away, as if he was heading home.

……

"...Boss likes to eat fish, buy another fish for boss, let's go directly to the second's room."

Two old people and old ladies supporting each other, each holding some vegetables in their hands, with some smiles on their faces, talking while walking along the street.

"...The two of them have three children in this life, two sons and one daughter. The daughter married far away, and the two sons feel that their parents are partial, and they don't have much contact with each other after they grow up... Throughout the year, the family is rarely reunited... Here, the two sons have been close since childhood. The brothers are harmonious and rarely quarrel. Sometimes they quarrel because they want to keep their parents to spend more time with them. Every year during the Chinese New Year, the whole family will get together, Cook some dishes and have a reunion dinner."

Looking at the old couple, the old man spoke again.

"...The stewed pork that the second child likes to eat is also bought, let's go directly, they should be waiting there."

In front of a booth, the old couple finished shopping, smiled and walked away while talking.

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"...Old Xu, let's go grocery shopping, what should we buy today."

"...It's New Year's Eve, I'm having New Year's Eve dinner at home, and I'm going out to buy some food, so give me some..."

In front of a vegetable stall, an old man in coarse clothes with some cuts and wounds from knives or sharp objects squatted down, chatting with the vegetable vendor with a smile.

"...He was born at the end of a dynasty, in war-torn times. When he was still young, his village was looted and destroyed by a group of rout soldiers. The people in his parents' village were also killed by the rebel army. Only he and a few people escaped. He became a refugee with no fixed place to live, and when he grew up, he also joined the rebel army. He was on the battlefield all his life, and never enjoyed a day of peace until his death... Here, he was born in a peaceful village, There was no war, no rebellious army, I grew up normally, took a girl from the next village as my wife, lived a peaceful life, had a child and a grandson.”

The old man looked at the old man and spoke again.

"...The street is really lively today."

After picking out some dishes, the old man with wounds all over his body stood up, raised his head, looked at the bustling pedestrians on the busy street, and said something aloud.

"...Hey, can we not be lively? It's the last day of the year, and those who are not free on weekdays are taking advantage of the last day of the year to go to the market."

The stall owner put some vegetables on the weighing pan, picked up the scale beam, and answered with a smile while weighing the dishes.

"……that's true."

The old man smiled, nodded, and agreed.

……

In front of the noodle stall and at the table, the old man looked at the side of the street, looked at the figures of pedestrians passing by the noodle stall, and talked.

The street lamp next to the noodle stall was still on, illuminating the noodle stall, beside the table, reflected the figures of several people beside the table.

Outside the noodle stall, pedestrians walked by, laughing loudly.

The entire street, except for the place under the noodle stall, gradually became darker and darker as the old man's words sounded at the table.

On the street, pedestrians are still bustling and bustling.

Chapter 718 You Can Cook Me A Bowl of Noodles Too

"...Mom, lion dance, there is a lion dance..."

"...Okay, okay, one more..."

"...Thank you guys for your support, but it's really late today, I'm sweating profusely, and I really can't dance a lion, you guys don't want to see 'sick lion', sorry, big guy……"

Beyond the noodle stall, a group of people stopped around the lion dance place.

A seven or eight-year-old child was still holding a dried sweet potato in his hand, and took his mother with the other hand. Curious, he ran towards the lion dance place, put his feet on his feet, and looked towards the lion dance place in the crowd. with.

The child's mother followed the child to the side of the crowd, smiled, stretched out her hand, and hugged the child so that the child could see the lion dance surrounded by the crowd.

Among the surrounding crowd, several lion dancers completed another neat movement, the sound of gongs and drums stopped, and the leader lifted the lion's head and held it in his hand.

It was a young man in his 30s and [-]s, panting heavily, his body was still wet with sweat, his wet hair was sticking to his forehead, with a smile on his face, he cupped his hands at the people around him and apologized .

"...It's okay, I enjoyed watching it... It's hard work... We'll come back another day."

"... This lion dances really beautifully, you saw it just now, then..."

Some of the surrounding audience talked to each other and dispersed.

"...Mom, the lion dance is over..."

The child was hugged by his mother, looked at the lion dancers who had stopped in the middle of the crowd, and looked at the dispersed crowd beside him, he couldn't help pursing his lips, and said to his mother.

"...It's okay. After two days, when the lion dances again, Mom will bring you over to watch."

"... Really... Then what if Mom is not free..."

The child's mother hugged her child, smiled and said to her child,

The child was a little surprised at first, and then asked again.

"...If mom is not free, there is dad, then let dad bring you."

"...hehe...thank you mom..."

The child's mother smiled and answered again, and the child listened with a happy face and laughed,

"...Mom, please let me down, I'm tired from holding me."

The child turned to his mother again and said,

"...I can just go by myself, mom, just hold my hand."

Getting down from his mother's arms, the child held his mother's hand and gradually walked away into the distance.

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"...Brother Cheng, your physical strength is really good... If I had to do this a few times, I would be paralyzed on the ground right now...Here, drink some water..."

The crowd of onlookers dispersed, and several lion dancers lifted the lion's head one after another.

The person next to him who had previously helped to beat the gong was talking, holding a glass of water, and handing it to the young man in the lead,

"...Hey, I'm tired too, I'm barely standing still, look at me sweating..."

The young man smiled, responded, took the water, took a sip,

"...Brother Cheng, the previous action was really beautiful..."

"...It's just... I can even hear people shouting from the sidelines..."

Several other lion dancers also came over, laughing and talking.

"...It's okay."

The young man responded with a smile.

"...Brother Cheng, shall we still perform the lion dance tomorrow?"

"...Let's be here tomorrow, it's not the New Year's Eve, we'll help make it lively."

Smiling, the young man responded.

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"...In his life, he was abandoned by his parents in an alley because of the illness he was born with. Someone found him and sent him to an orphanage. Other familiar children in the orphanage were adopted and left one after another. Because of his illness, I stayed in the orphanage until I died, and I was alone, without parents or relatives..."

In front of the noodle stall, beside the table, the light from a street lamp next to it disperses the surrounding darkness, reflecting the figure of the person under the lamp,

The sound of laughter, which seemed a little far away, mixed in the darkened street, and rang in the ears of the noodle stalls.

The old man looked at the street, passing by, running past the noodle stall, the laughing pedestrians, paused his eyes,

Turning his gaze, he looked at the child who was walking away from his mother holding his hand, and said aloud,

"...Here, he was born healthy without any disease, and his parents didn't abandon him. When his parents went to the street, they would bring him some favorite food, and they would take him out during festivals. play, will take him shopping..."

As he spoke, the old man turned his head again, and looked at the young man who was the leader among the previous lion dancers.

"...he was born into a family of lion dancers, and he studied and practiced the basic skills diligently since he was a child. From the cold winter to the scorching heat...until he broke his leg in an accident when he was a teenager, he couldn't do anything anymore, and he couldn't even stand up. , until he finally died of depression... Here, he was not injured, and after his father retired, he took over his father's team..."

As he spoke, the old man gradually stopped talking and paused.

Turning his gaze, he looked at the bustling pedestrians walking by with laughter on the street.

……

"...Does it look good? After the new year is over, Dad will take you to the street to buy a set of clothes."

On the street, the places other than the noodle stalls became increasingly dark. In the darkness, it seemed that pedestrians were still bustling with each other.

The man who stopped in front of a food stall with his child before, took his child's hand, lowered his head, smiled and talked to his child, and walked past the noodle stall.

Wearing brand-new clothes, being led by a man, and walking with him, the child gradually moved forward, and his figure gradually became somewhat illusory.

"... What do you think you are buying these for? You are so old..."

"...you look good in it..."

The man who had bought hairpins for his wife in front of the stall earlier walked past the noodle stall with his wife.

The man looked at his wife with a smile on his face, but the voice of the wife who was walking with the man became more and more illusory.

……

In the distance, gradually going away, hidden in the darkness, the figure of the mother holding the child is gradually becoming unreal.

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"...be happy, won't you?"

The old man looked at the figures and said aloud, and the figures gradually became a little illusory.

"It's so beautiful."

Turning his gaze, he glanced at the somewhat illusory old man, Lian Ge just said what he said earlier, and said it again,

"...Yeah, it's so beautiful..."

Whispering, the old man looked at the darkened street again, and said something aloud.

"There are some truths, the old man should understand better than me."

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge spoke again.

"……yes……"

The old man looked at the street again, murmured, and said,

"...Birth, old age, sickness and death, there is death before there is life. There is bitterness, sourness, bitterness, and sweetness. Life is life when there are all kinds of flavors."

The old man's tone didn't change, he said something aloud, and fell silent again.

"but……"

Looking at the street again, the old man remained silent for a while.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head back again and looked at Lian Ge.

"...Boy, the Lian family doesn't have the habit of indebted to others. I cooked two bowls of noodles for you. Go and cook me a bowl of noodles too. Let me try."