Drawing cards is like a bowl of hot noodle soup

As the night deepened, the wind gently blew past the window. The street lights were sparse, and occasionally one or two figures walked through the alley. I sat at the table and looked through the window. It seemed as if I had returned to those early mornings, when the sun shone on the dirt road of the town, quiet and gentle.

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and I gently pinched it, like touching an ancient bronze artifact. The game has been updated to version 4.0. I heard that the Guardian of the Rock has reappeared. Everyone is talking about this character. Although I am not a hardcore player, I always have some slight expectations in my heart, as if I am looking forward to a long-lost comfort.

I think maybe this is also a kind of fun in life, like going to a small bookstore in the town when I was young, picking a book, gently turning a few pages, looking at the cover, and looking at the paper in the book. That kind of mood is neither anxious nor a waste of time, but just immersed in the process and slowly experiencing it.

So, I opened the card drawing page, and the screen was shining with golden light, just like the yellowed banknotes and old clocks in the antique shops in the old days, which always made people feel a little unreal, but they had to be attracted by it.

Ten consecutive, twenty consecutive, thirty consecutive… As I drew, I thought, if I could draw this so-called rock guardian, it would be nice. Like the owner of the snack bar in the town, he would give me a jar of homemade pickles every autumn, and the taste was always familiar and warm. Life, it seems, should be so simple and beautiful.

And the process of drawing cards is like drinking a bowl of old street noodles cooked from morning to night, with rich soup and smooth noodles. The mechanism of drawing cards also seems to have some of this truth. It is not achieved overnight, and you must be patient. Time goes by, the card still hasn’t arrived, and the mood has not changed. I thought to myself, maybe this is life, patience and persistence always bring rewards.

The fortieth draw, still no golden light. Suddenly, the screen of my mobile phone seemed to be electrocuted, and a strange feeling popped out. Then, golden light sprinkled out, just like the autumn sunshine shining into the hut, and the golden light gradually surrounded my sight.

Finally, the name popped out. It was not the Guardian of Rock that I expected, but it also had a similar taste. Although this character was not my original choice, it also made people smile. This situation seemed to be a certain morning when I stood in front of a roadside stall and bought a bottle of drink I had never tasted before. The taste was not bad, but I always felt that it lacked a little bit of the expected taste.

I sat back in the chair and sighed softly. Over the years, whether it was drawing cards or doing anything, it seemed to be always like this. What you can’t get is always unforgettable, but what you get in the end is often unexpected. Life is just like this. Between gains and losses, there is an indescribable taste.

I closed the card drawing interface, put down my phone, stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the quiet night. There are still people walking on the street, and occasionally a few cars pass by, and the lights shine on the ancient brick and stone road, just like the nights when I was young.

The result of the card draw seems to be no longer so important. What is important is that at that moment, I live quietly and plainly in this city. Life is like a bowl of noodles. You don’t have to pursue special tastes, but it can fill your lonely stomach and warm your heart.

I smiled, gently closed the window, walked back to the table, and sat down quietly. The outside world is still busy and noisy, but I am still immersed in my own little world, slowly savoring this peace that belongs to me.