"Boss, give me a bowl of cold rice noodles!"

"ok!"

Spring is getting warmer and warmer, and Lao Zhao begins to run in the morning. One hour a day for a month. At first, Lao Zhao was obviously exhausted. At that time, just behind this small shop, Lao Zhao entered the room and sat down, but he couldn't recover for a long time.

The enthusiastic boss immediately brought a bowl of noodle soup. Lao Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and drank it in one breath. He looked up at this small shop with only 10 square meters, which was very simple. The small kitchen inside is very crowded. The only five tables and chairs outside are very old, and the surrounding walls are also yellowed by steam.

After a while, a bowl of cold rice noodles was placed in front of his eyes. Actually, Lao Zhao doesn't like cold rice noodles very much. He just wants to have a rest.

"Thank you, boss!" Lao Zhao smiled a simple and honest smile, picked up chopsticks awkwardly and barely ate.

Well, the dough is firm, the soup is rich and the salt is suitable. It's really good.

Lao Zhao wolfed down his food while commenting.

"Give a little more bai, boss. Your cold rice noodles are really a must. " It's the first time for Lao Zhao to eat such delicious cold rice noodles, and his appetite is wide open.

"No problem, add as much as you want." The boss quickly took the bowl of seasoning, regardless of the sweat on his head.

When he got home, Lao Zhao was full of the bowl of delicious cold rice noodles. Although the store is small, there are really many people eating. He was excited when he remembered that the shop was crowded with people when he left.

In addition to normal work and rest, what he is most looking forward to is going to the store to eat a bowl of cold rice noodles every morning.

In this way, after half a year. Lao Zhao became acquainted with the owner of this small shop. The boss always gives him more than others. Lao Zhao not only eats by himself, but also brings friends to eat together. Looking at everyone's thumbs, Lao Zhao and his boss smiled at each other.

02

One day, Lao Zhao met the owner of Liangpi Store in front of a small supermarket. The boss has two hands full of things, ready to put them on the motorcycle.

"Boss, what are you going to do tomorrow?" The boss of Liangpi was startled by this sudden sound and made a mistake.

"Yes, buy some spices. Also buy some food for my little grandson. " The boss took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket and handed it to Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao smoked skillfully and stood by the roadside smoking with his boss.

"Boss, can I ask you a question?" Lao Zhao took a thoughtful deep breath and spat it out.

"What's the matter?" The boss looked at Lao Zhao puzzled.

"I always feel that your cold rice noodles are different from those of other families. It's always addictive and I want to keep eating it. Did you add something? " Lao Zhao put his ear to the boss and whispered.

"Ha, ha, ha, nothing. That's my skill. " The boss threw away the burnt cigarette butts and patted Lao Zhao on the shoulder.

"Hey hey, you still want to lie to me. Tell me about it! " Lao Zhao obviously didn't buy it, and suddenly became serious.

"Tell you quietly, don't tell." The boss looked at the honest Lao Zhao and whispered three words.

"Poppies, millet, shells." Lao Zhao savored these three words carefully and looked at the boss doubtfully.

"Well, I'll go first, keep it a secret!" The boss's house called, and he quickly got on his motorcycle and left.

03

Lao Zhao hurried home and searched all the information about poppy shells on the Internet.

"It will be chronic poisoning if you eat too much. Harmful to the body! " In Lao Zhao's mind, the bowls of soup-rich cold noodles were soaked in poppy shells, and his scalp was numb.

The next day, Lao Zhao ran came to the store, looking solemn.

While there were still few guests, Lao Zhao strode up to the boss and said, "I don't think we should put that shell."

The boss motioned him to shut up with his eyes. Put down the knife and pull him aside.

"Oh, don't let others hear. Let me not do business! " The boss was in a hurry and showed an evil expression.

"That can't hurt people's health." Lao Zhao relentlessly raised his voice.

"Then you don't eat. You can't care about others. " The boss gave Lao Zhao a hard look and ran back to the kitchen in the store to continue his busy work.

Lao Zhao stood there and looked at the men, women and children who ate with relish in the shop. He was very unhappy. Especially the little girl who looks only four or five years old, has always said that it is delicious.

He turned around, clenched his fist and left the shop first. Sitting in the office, Lao Zhao can't concentrate at all.

All he can think about is the fierce eyes of his boss. How can people become so fast? Lao Zhao lamented that he met the wrong person, but he didn't know what to do.

04

The more Lao Zhao thinks about it, the more upset he becomes. He greeted his colleagues, took his clothes and called a taxi to the shop.

The shop closes in the morning, and the boss cleans up the dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen in the morning. He plays music on his mobile phone and hums, which is very pleasant.

"Boss, let's talk." I don't know when, Lao Zhao sat at the table at the door and looked at the boss with sincere eyes.

"You and I have nothing to talk about. In the future, you have your sunshine road, and I will take my wooden bridge. " The boss brushed the bowl with a straight face, glanced at Lao Zhao from the corner of his eye and continued to hum a tune.

"Well, don't regret it." Lao Zhao stood up from the rusty stool and ran away like a whirlwind. Due to his great elasticity, the stool fell to the ground.

The boss never looked up, calmly as if he had never seen Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao came home in a bad mood, and his wife's nagging made him even more upset that day. Lao Zhao was depressed and went out to drink at a barbecue stall near his home.

"Chen, you don't want to talk about it. Come to XXX! " Hearing the boss's kind invitation on the phone, Lao Zhao was flattered, stuffed the half-eaten meat into his mouth, gulped down the wine and hurried to the boss.

"Come on, Lao Zhao!" Lao Zhao walked into a residential room and sat in front of the boss with a slightly drunk smile. There are four young people standing around.

"Boss, have you figured it out?" Lao Zhao stepped forward to hold the boss's hand and took a step back when he saw the tattoo on his neck. The man next to him threw him to the ground.

Lao Zhao suddenly woke up. He stared at the boss in front of him carefully, as if he were a different person. The boss took off the band-aid on his face, and an obvious scar caught Lao Zhao's eye.

"Boss, you ..." Lao Zhao was slapped by the boss before he finished.

Lao Zhao curled up in the corner and rubbed his face, with stars in his eyes.

"I warned you not to say anything. You told me not to regret that I didn't ask who I was. " The boss ordered Lao Zhao's nearest young man to bring Lao Zhao to his side.

Lao Zhao knelt before the boss like a chicken with no hands tied. Lao Zhao really wants to resist. He was strong this morning, but he was weak. Lao Zhao silently lowered his head and dared not say a word.

"When I was in prison, you didn't know where to drink northwest wind. Go against me and don't want to live! " The boss stepped on Lao Zhao's shoulder and said savagely.

"I walked first. You should be gentle. Don't kill him! " The boss smiled twice and closed the door coldly.

05

"You're awake!" Lao Zhao's wife cried her eyes red and her voice trembled.

"Where is this?" Lao Zhao tried to squeeze out these words in a weak voice.

"Hospital!" How can you be so careless?

"Me, what, what, what?" You had an accident. I got a call from a young man and rushed to the hospital. Fortunately, the rescue was timely.

Lao Zhao struggled to look in the direction of his wife, who sat on the bed and wiped her tears with worry.

"You, who are you?" Lao Zhao said coldly. The wife was frightened and called the doctor.

"He suffered from amnesia due to brain injury, and we have to observe the specific situation." The doctor explained regretfully. Lao Zhao's wife stood by the bed and looked at Lao Zhao covered in pipes. She thought the sky was going to fall and suddenly fainted to the ground.

"Mom, you finally woke up. I am worried to death! " Looking at her son sitting by the bed, the mother looked amazed.

"You are so busy, not just a promotion! I have to fly back. " Mother sat up and said apologetically.

"Those are not as important as your life and dad's!" The son hugged his mother, and they cried into tears.

"My dad how can amnesia? How big is the impact. " The son held his mother's hand painfully and was full of worries.

"I'm to blame, I'm to blame. I quarreled with your father that day, and he got angry and went out for a drink. I borrowed a friend's car to play and had an accident. That's what the young man who told me to go to the hospital said. People are kind enough to send your father to the hospital. " Mother began to cry again.

"Hey, listen to the doctor, let my dad recover first, and then slowly recover his memory." The mother quickly got out of bed and dragged her son to Lao Zhao's ward.

Lao Zhao lay there quietly, and his son came forward to hold his hand. Lao Zhao stared at his son's strange face, and a big tear rolled down from his eyes.

"Dad, you will get better slowly. I am coming back to take care of you! " The son choked back tears and gritted his teeth.

06

A month later, Lao Zhao can was discharged from the hospital. My son has just been sent by the company to his hometown to discuss the contract with his partner.

As soon as the interview was over, the son drove his father home. Lao Zhao can remember one thing after another. But I don't remember anything that happened on the day of the accident.

Lao Zhao's wife takes good care of him and cooks nutritious meals in different ways every day. Although Lao Zhao has amnesia, he is as happy as a child every day. His wife looked at him and smiled happily. I really don't know if there is a silver lining behind the dark clouds.

Under the doctor's orders, Lao Zhao's wife often tells him about the past and takes him to his favorite places. Lao Zhao can remembered something, but he couldn't remember the specific details.

One day, his wife remembered the bean jelly shop he told herself about. That delicious restaurant that makes Lao Zhao dream. I want to try it myself. So she took Lao Zhao along the route she used to run in the morning. His wife found the shop described by Lao Zhao and helped him sit in it.

"Boss, two bowls of cold rice noodles!" Lao Zhao's wife wiped the sweat from Lao Zhao's face with a square towel she carried with her.

"Sorry, only half a bowl. You ... are all late and sold out! " The boss looked up and stammered.

"Then half a bowl. My old man loves to eat! I want him to taste the familiar taste again. He often comes! "

"I'm sorry, I have too many people coming and going here. Looking at the face may feel familiar. " The boss fought back his inner tension and said quickly.

"Never mind, you are busy, too." Lao Zhao's wife understood and played her chin.

"Cold rice noodles are coming!" The boss put the bowl in front of Lao Zhao and quickly returned to the small kitchen to peek at Lao Zhao.

"Come on, eat quickly. Your favorite. " Lao Zhao's wife gently handed the chopsticks to Lao Zhao, who put a big chopstick in and began to purr.

Lao Zhao's wife gave him a bowl of noodle soup. She took a pair of chopsticks and took a sip.

"Well, that's nice. Very fragrant taste! " Lao Zhao's wife suddenly widened her eyes and couldn't help admiring.

"Thank you, come often when you are delicious!" After Lao Zhao finished the last one, the boss stepped forward to collect the bowl and gave him a special look. Two people stared at each other, and the air was full of tension.

"Boss." Lao Zhao gave a cry. The boss swallowed a mouthful of saliva and sweat flowed from his forehead.

"It's really delicious. I'll eat tomorrow. Save me some more. Half a bowl is not enough to eat! " Lao Zhao smiled happily and ate the half bowl of cold rice noodles with relish. Lao Zhao's wife helped him say goodbye to the boss and left the shop.

"Ok, come back tomorrow!" The boss looked at the distant figure of Lao Zhao, and his mouth gave me a grimace of a grin. ...

Day 24 of the 365-day writing camp without warning