A Small Noodle Shop at the Doorstep of My Hometown

He had been away from home for twenty years and finally returned to the village. The old house is still there, and the height line carved on the wall when he was a child is still there, but it's just out of reach. The neighbor's grandma handed him a bowl of noodles and said, "Your mother told her before she left that you must be hungry when you come back." As he held the noodles, he found that there were still two hundred yuan pressed at the bottom of the bowl, and the banknotes were old and yellow. Grandma said: "She exchanges new money every year, afraid that you won't need it when you come back." He squatted on the threshold and finished the bowl of noodles, crying like a child. It turns out that no matter how far you go, home is within a bowl of noodles.