A story that is sadder than sadness

When I first came to the city, because I had few friends, I learned to be someone else, pushing a small cart, setting up a small lamp, and selling cold and hot dry noodles on the side of the road. Due to the large number of people in Hubei here, the business is OK. At that time, a small couple often visited my stall. The man is tall and big, does not talk much but is quite polite, and the woman has short hair and big eyes. As soon as I came and went, it became familiar, and I felt that I liked her a little, and I felt that she also liked me a little. Sometimes two people came together, sometimes she came alone. Standing next to me chatting, when he saw that I was busy, he also helped me mix noodles and collect money.

Finally one day I confessed to her and she told me not to think too much, that she and her boyfriend had a great relationship and that it was impossible between us. Not long after, the stall was banned, so I did not work and moved back to the dormitory. I never saw her again.

The day before yesterday, my friend told me that I could set up a stall now, and my mind went back to that summer. After eating in the evening, I unconsciously walked to the place where the stall was set up. It was now a pedestrian street, and suddenly I saw a façade that also sold cold and hot dry noodles, and I walked over curiously and actually saw her standing behind the counter. Still that short hair, the eyes are still so good-looking. I didn't dare to go in and ordered a takeaway from their house. A few minutes later, a man handed a takeaway to the takeaway guy at the door. I saw clearly that it was still her boyfriend of the year. Now it should be the husband. When I watched the takeaway guy standing in the doorway and looking left and right, I immediately walked up. For this takeaway, I paid four dollars more. When I take a bite of cold noodles, a familiar taste fills my brain. It tastes exactly like the cold noodles I made back then. I stood on the road and looked up at the sign "Small Two Mouthfuls of Cold Mixed Noodles." Looking down at the face on my hand, I finally understood

It's a sadder story than sadness