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On a sunny spring morning, I was finally discharged from the army and returned to a familiar and unfamiliar town. Five years of military life have made me grow a lot, but I still seem a little rusty about the daily chores of the town.
My mother looked at me with anticipation and concern in her eyes, and she decided to let me go to the noodle mill to squeeze noodles and complete a task that I had never tried before: processing 40 catties of wheat.
When you walk into the old town, the sun shines through the worn windows and the dust dances in the light. I met Lin Wanyi, the daughter of the noodle shop owner, who was smart and clever with a hint of mischievous in her eyes.
She smiled and said to me, "New here, put the wheat here after weighing, and I'll take care of it for you." I did as she instructed, completely oblivious to the accuracy of the pointer on the scale.
It was only after returning home that I realized that I might not have double-checked the readings of the scales. This made me feel a little uneasy, but at the same time, I also had a good impression of Lin Wanyi's casual smile and playful words, so I put this little worry in my heart for the time being.
A few days later, I returned to the noodle shop with some anticipation, thinking that I could see Lin Wanyi again this time. She operated the scale herself and weighed out the weight of my noodles, 26 pounds.
I remember that I handed her 40 catties of wheat, a figure that puzzled me even when considering the processing losses. Lin Wanyi still had that relaxed and happy attitude, explaining: "This is normal loss, wheat turns into flour, and there will always be some reduction. ”
I went home with the noodles in my arms, and my thoughts were running wild along the way. When my mother saw me coming back, she immediately took out the family scale and weighed it, but it was only 20 pounds.
That's when I really felt the gravity of the situation. The mother said sternly: "Chao, you have been deceived! You have to go back and ask if this noodle shop is bullying you and don't understand!"
With anger and unwillingness in my heart, I returned to the noodle shop and found Lin Wanyi. I asked her bluntly: "Can you explain why 40 catties of wheat can only be squeezed out of 20 catties of noodles?" Lin Wanyi obviously didn't expect me to question her like this, and she was speechless for a while.
Under my determined gaze, Lin Wanyi finally spoke, with a hint of apology in her voice: "I... I was just trying to make a joke and test if you would notice. I didn't expect you to be so serious, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. ”
I was a little confused by these words, and the anger in my heart subsided slightly. I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself down, and asked her, "Can you give me a fair deal now?"
Lin Wanyi nodded, she took out some flour that had been packaged from behind, "This is the flour that is re-weighed according to the actual flour yield, it should be the amount for you." I took the flour, and the anger in my heart gradually dissipated, but it also complicated my impression of her.
Although this experience greatly reduced my first impression of Lin Wanyi, her direct apology and compensation made me feel that she was not a malicious person.
After the conflict, we started to have more communication. Lin Wanyi not only explained the flour processing process to me in detail, but also showed me some tips for the noodle workshop. Her intelligence and enthusiasm gradually made up for the unhappiness left on me when we first met.
As time went on, I began to look forward to every encounter with her. Every smile she makes, every eye contact, gives me a new understanding and feeling for her.
This process of starting from a misunderstanding and gradually transforming into understanding and appreciation made me realize that my feelings for Lin Wanyi have gone far beyond the initial anger and dissatisfaction.
As spring deepened, the flowers in the town bloomed more and more enthusiastically, and my relationship with Lin Wanyi also warmed up. From the initial misunderstanding, we now meet almost every day in the noodle shop to discuss not only the matter of flour, but also the bits and pieces of life.
Her laughter and witty words have become an integral part of my daily life. Just when it seemed like our relationship was about to enter a new phase, something unexpected happened.
Lin Wanyi suddenly became silent, often looking into the distance alone in the backyard of the noodle shop, her eyes were full of melancholy, which made me feel confused and worried. I tried to ask her what was going on, but she always avoided talking about it and just said "it's okay, just a little tired." ”
This situation lasted for a few days, and Lin Wanyi's estrangement deeply disturbed me. It wasn't until one evening that I found her again and insisted that she tell me the real reason.
In the face of my insistence, Lin Wanyi finally relented, her eyes were filled with tears, and she whispered: "I... My father was going to sell the noodle shop, and we might have to move to the city. He thinks there are more opportunities in the city, and the business of the noodle shop is not as good as it used to be. ”
This news came as a bolt from the blue to me, noodle shop is not only a place where we met and got to know each other, but also a part of life that I have become accustomed to. I took her hand and felt the tremor in her hand. "So what do we do?" I asked, almost choking.
Lin Wanyi looked at me, and tears finally slipped down. "I don't know, I really don't want to leave here, and I don't want to leave you. "Her confession made me realize that her feelings for me were just as deep.
At that moment, I knew I couldn't let her go, I couldn't let the relationship end like this. I hugged her tightly, and a decision welled up in my heart.
"Anyway, I'll find a way, we'll find a way to stay together. I said firmly, even though I myself wasn't sure what the way forward.
Lin Wanyi looked up at me, and through her tears, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Really, are you willing to work for our future?" her voice was filled with anticipation and uncertainty.
I nodded, my mind even more determined. "I do, no matter what, I won't let go. "It's a promise, a promise for the future, even if it's full of unknowns, but I know it's worth it.
After that, Lin Wanyi and I faced difficulties together, and we decided to take over and run the noodle shop and try to give it a new lease of life. Through our joint efforts, the noodle shop not only survived, but also slowly began to flourish.
The people in the town also saw our efforts and affection for each other. One spring a few years later, we had our wedding in the old church of the town.
On the day of the wedding, in the midst of friends and family, Lin Wanyi revealed a little secret to me. She shyly told me that she had deliberately weighed my wheat in the noodle shop just to get my attention.
Because she fell in love with me at first sight from the first time she saw me. This little prank of hers is hoping to have more opportunities to communicate with me.
I was surprised and then laughed, and my heart was filled with warmth and love. The love story that began with a misunderstanding finally proved that true love can always overcome difficulties and bloom the most beautiful flowers.