北京的巷子深处，闹市中藏着一处胜地，那是我们三个老友的秘密基地。魏，那个常年皱着眉头的家伙；梅，总是满嘴讲笑话的女子；我，小青，一个自称有艺术家情怀的剁手族。

In the depths of a Beijing alley, hidden amidst the bustling city, lies a haven, our secret base for three old friends. Wei, the guy who always furrows his brows; Mei, the woman who always tells jokes; and me, Xiaoqing, a self-proclaimed shopaholic with an artist's temperament.

一家名叫老郑的面馆，街角温暖的灯光下，呼出的热气在夜空中挥散，像我们三人间绵长的友情和无尽的誓言。晚上，我们坐在筷子切割霓虹灯的桌旁，享受一碗面条，那是一份源自心底的快乐。面馆的食客多得数不过来，但没有谁能若我们吃面那么引人注目。

There is a noodle restaurant called Lao Zheng at the street corner, where the warm light emanates and the steam dissipates into the night sky, symbolizing the enduring friendship and endless promises between the three of us. In the evenings, we sit at a table illuminated by neon lights from the chopsticks, savoring a bowl of noodles that brings us genuine happiness. The noodle restaurant has countless patrons, but no one attracts attention quite like us when we eat noodles.

"两根筷子硬生生地插入热气腾腾的面条里，好像一对剑客争斗。"我开玩笑地说。那次，魏和梅正在努力用筷子勾起面条，但是，每次他们勾起一丝面条，总是眼看就要接近嘴边，面条却滑溜溜地跑回大碗里。我一边仰头哈哈大笑，观看他们好笑的表演，一边拿张纸巾擦去溅在脸上的汤水。

"The two chopsticks piercing through the steaming noodles, like a battle between swordsmen," I joke. That time, Wei and Mei were struggling to pick up the noodles with their chopsticks. Every time they managed to hook a strand of noodle, it would come close to their mouths but always slip back into the bowl. While laughing uproariously, I watched their amusing performance, using a tissue to wipe away the soup that splattered on my face.

魏看了我一眼，眼中闪过一丝狡黠的光芒，突然用筷子夹起一块猪肉，瞄准我扔了过来。我没料到他会如此善变，刚来不及躲避，肉块就满面跳跃地软着陆在我热脸上。那时，我顿时愣住，在众人愕然的注视下，只闻见那肉香四溢的香味盈满了鼻端，而我的脸快被羞红了。发感情，跪着也要笑出声的梅，被我的报复雪贝也无所遁形地砸在了她的额头上。此后，我们三个混战在面馆之中，只见面条翻飞，雪贝飞舞，老板气得不知所措。

Wei glanced at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Suddenly, he picked up a piece of pork with his chopsticks and aimed it at me, throwing it in my direction. Caught off guard by his change in tactics, I couldn't dodge it in time, and the chunk of pork softly landed on my hot face. I was immediately stunned. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, I could only smell the fragrance of the meat filling my nostrils, while my face turned red with embarrassment. Mei, who can't help but laugh out loud, even if she has to kneel down, was not spared from my revenge as a snowball landed squarely on her forehead. After that, the three of us engaged in a playful battle within the noodle restaurant, with noodles flying and snowballs dancing, leaving the boss bewildered and at a loss for words.

乱成一团的餐桌上，面条满天飞，笑声也散落一地。我们打扫了会场，肚子痛的连声道歉，也赔偿了老板的损失。然后，留下一个满眼惊异的老板，摇摇晃晃地回了家。

On the chaotic dining table, noodles flew everywhere and laughter echoed throughout. After cleaning up the mess and apologizing repeatedly, our stomachs aching from laughter, we compensated the boss for his losses. Then, leaving behind a baffled boss, we stumbled back home, barely holding in our laughter.

我们都憋住笑，藏在飘着面条香味的夜晚里，低头轻轻摸着肚子，感受与好友一起制造的那份混乱和快乐。也许我们的行为有些幼稚，但这种幼稚让我们找到了彼此间的乐趣，也确定了我们的友情不会因为时间的推移而变淡。

We all stifled our laughter, hidden in the night imbued with the scent of noodles, gently touching our bellies, feeling the chaos and joy we created together with our close friends. Perhaps our behavior was childish, but this kind of immaturity allowed us to find joy in each other and affirmed that our friendship wouldn't fade with time.

吃面这件小事，成就了我们深夜的大笑，也堆砌出了我们的深情时刻。而那一大碗面，将变成一桩共享的回忆，永远镌刻在我们老友各自的心中。

The act of eating noodles became the source of our late-night laughter and paved the way for our heartfelt moments. That big bowl of noodles will forever be a shared memory, engraved in the hearts of us old friends.