Whenever the holidays come, I always think back to the happy times when I was a child at my grandfather's house. At that time, I always couldn't wait to go to my grandfather's house, and he always rode that old 28 bicycle to pick me up, and the bell rang in the village.
Whenever I see other children busy in the village, helping with household chores, I am always taken care of by my grandfather. He always kicked me out of the kitchen, fearing that the fumes would choke me, and I sat in the yard with a small bench and a game of horseback riding and watched the smoke rise.
As the afternoon sun shone down in the yard, my brother and I went lobster fishing with earthworms. Seeing that we like to eat shrimp, Grandpa specially bought nets to catch those lively lobsters. Sometimes we can get a lot of net at night, and if we can't eat enough, we will sell it in the town, and the money from the sale will be turned into various snacks, nourishing our childhood in another way.
Once, my grandfather excitedly told us that a new noodle restaurant had opened in the town with beef noodles. My brother and I looked at each other and smiled, correcting my grandfather when he said it was called beef ramen. At that time, our perception of beef noodles was still in the impression of instant noodles. In rural areas, cattle are an important labor force in cultivating the fields, and few people are willing to eat beef. But my brother and I have a longing for beef ramen.
In order to fulfill our wishes, Grandpa planned to take us to eat beef ramen when the crayfish sold for money. The night before I left, I was so excited that I could barely sleep. The next morning, my grandfather got up early and prepared a simple breakfast for us. And we can't wait to urge grandpa to hurry up.
On the road in the early morning, the cuckoo's call is accompanied by our laughter. Trumpet flowers were in full bloom on the side of the road, and we were excitedly talking about the beef ramen we were about to eat, urging Grandpa to hurry up. The bike creaked along the country road, speeding us to our destination.
Finally, we arrived at the beef ramen restaurant in town. The restaurant was full of people, and everyone wanted to try this newly opened ramen restaurant. We ordered two large bowls of beef ramen, and our mouths were watering as we watched the boss skillfully pull and cook the noodles. The sound of the guests eating noodles next to us aroused our appetite even more.
When it was finally our turn, my brother and I couldn't wait to take a sip of the ramen, and the fragrant flavor filled our mouths in an instant. We reveled in the delicious taste and kept praising the ramen restaurant. Grandpa sat on the sidelines and watched us eat with a smile, and he said, "How can this noodle be as delicious as the hand-rolled noodles at home?" "We didn't understand what Grandpa meant at the time.
After eating the ramen, we reluctantly said goodbye to our grandfather and the ramen restaurant. On the way home, we were still immersed in the delicious taste of ramen and talked about the various benefits of this ramen restaurant. The younger brother said, "When I grow up, I want my grandfather to eat meat every day." I said proudly, "When I grow up, I'm going to treat my grandfather to the most luxurious beef ramen." ”
However, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I left my hometown to study in another place. Because of my busy studies and internship life, I went to my grandfather's house less and less. Those words I said in my childhood seem to be suppressed in my heart and not mentioned for many years. Grandpa's health is also gradually weakening, he can no longer ride his bicycle to cross the bridge alone, go uphill and downhill to the town less and less.
The summer vacation of the year I graduated, as soon as I got a job, I received a ** from my mother, saying that my grandfather was seriously ill. I hurriedly bought a ticket to rush back to my hometown, but I still couldn't see my grandfather for the last time. I fell to my knees crying, full of regret and remorse, feeling that the bowl of ramen I owed to my grandfather would never be able to be honored.
Now I'm standing on the streets of the town and looking at the dazzling array of shops, ramen shops, burger joints, bubble tea shops, barbecue restaurants, ......These are things that my grandfather had never seen before he was alive. And that bowl of beef ramen has become an eternal regret in my heart. Every time I think of that trumpet flower in the early morning, that sunny afternoon, that ramen restaurant full of laughter, and my grandfather's satisfied smile, I feel an indescribable longing and emotion in my heart.