Let's face the fear together, Sao Nian Chapter 7 The Taste of Home
Zhang Luo took his things and looked at his student ID card, which also read "Liugu Private Academy Class 2, Grade 3".
"Looks like he's a junior high school student, he's really young..."
Taking the tram, Zhang Luo returned to a home he had never met before. It was not a single-family house that the male protagonist in the anime must have, but a residential building with about twenty floors. By the way, Zhang Luo's house is a two-story house on the eighth or ninth floor.
Floor. To be honest, Zhang Luo has reservations about high-rise buildings built in this area where natural disasters are frequent. Nature is always worthy of awe. However, this building should be lived in.
In fact, this is a typical Biyuan community, because the locals are generally xenophobic no matter where they are, and this is especially true in the Sun Islands. Moreover, the locals also have permanent land use rights, and the land price is also expensive, so the Biyuan people have to gather together.
Hug a group.
As mentioned before, the entire Sun Archipelago is very active in all aspects. In addition to the local population, there are also a large number of residents who have migrated from Biuan, Silver, Ross, Golan and other countries. The total population of the main islands is estimated to be more than 200 million. Just
There are tens of millions of people in one city in Tokyo, not to mention that there are five urban centers in the Sun Islands today. The San people instinctively reject outsiders, so much so that they form communities with different cultures. This is especially obvious in the condominium Tokyo, and even
It feels a bit like a concession.
Today, although the Biyuan people from the mainland have diluted the population structure of Fusang, many things cannot be changed, such as school education. The two are almost conducted separately. The Dragon and Sang people are still the most similar in culture among the several ethnic groups.
, other areas can be imagined.
Closer to home, Zhang Luo's family is still very big. It can be seen that Li Qingdai is a rich woman no matter which world she is in. But Zhang Luo doesn't understand where the money comes from. He has never seen Li Qingdai go out to work. Zhang Luo always
I suspect it has something to do with his ghost dad. But Zhang Luo has never seen his ghost dad. Maybe his ghost dad is engaged in some secret work. But Zhang Luo can only guess that his mother is a rich man.
Adopted lover... Thinking of this, Zhang Luo's eyes showed a coldness. He was not willing to guess his mother like this, but he was also prepared in his heart.
The decoration of the entire room is not so grand, but has a very warm feeling. The wallpaper is beige with strong feminine patterns, white marble floor tiles, and mahogany stairs.
Very delicate.
Li Qingdai looked at her son who was looking at her son curiously, sighed softly, and took him to her room upstairs.
"Luo'er, you've been tired all night. Have a good rest. If you need anything, you can call me." Li Qingdai touched her son's head.
Zhang Luo also smiled and touched his mother's head: "Ms. Li Qingdai is going back to rest. She needs some beauty sleep. Look at her beautiful face. Her skin is no longer tender."
"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore and have a good rest." Li Qingdai closed the door and sighed with emotion. Her son was already as tall as her, and she was still wearing high heels.
Zhang Luo walked into his "own" room. It was a messy, boyish room. Computers, figurines, and books were all scattered around. Zhang Luo's scalp went numb just looking at it. He was very self-disciplined in the other world and had mysophobia.
Perfectionism, except for the bad thing about collecting, I think it is all advantages. Although I usually seem lazy, I still need to exercise when it comes to housework.
He decided to tidy up first. In such a room, even if he lay down, he would not be able to sleep.
Zhang Luo woke up after about four hours of sleep, mainly because of the strange incident in the hospital. He always dreamed of the bird head staring at him, which made his head hurt.
For Zhang Luo, it didn't matter if he slept a little less, so he simply woke up. He originally planned to see what had happened to the ancient books tightly wrapped in his bag, but he looked at the time and saw that it was about ten o'clock.
, it’s close to eleven o’clock.
"I seem a little hungry. Mom will wake up in a while. I'll check the refrigerator and make something to eat." Zhang Luo stood up.
This is something I have become accustomed to. Apart from her overly feminine body, Li Qingdai in another world actually has a more rough personality and life like a man.
Zhang Luo started learning to cook very early and took care of his mother.
He went downstairs into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There were not many things in it: "Well... Mom doesn't seem to have replenished much fresh vegetables in the past two days. That's right, she has been in the hospital most of the time in the past two days..."
There is milk and other things in the refrigerator, two tomatoes, eggplant and other things.
He looked through the freezer and found seafood and some fast food.
"Fortunately, you don't have to go out to buy it." Zhang Luo
My sense of direction has never been good, and it's a bit troublesome to go out to buy groceries.
He began to wash and cook rice, and became busy in the kitchen, and his mind began to drift away. He had many worries about the other world, and he could only hope that the junior high school student could stand on his own feet.
At this time, in the room on the second floor, the gauze-like curtains were dancing in the wind. The woman lying on her side on the bed showed soft and plump lines in the light and dark, just like the woman in the oil painting, with a mature woman's style.
It's just that she frowns slightly even when sleeping, and her temperament is a bit more fragile, which shows that she has a lot of troubles inside, which makes people pity her.
Time was passing slowly, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about. She frowned and opened her eyes suddenly.
Li Qingdai rubbed her head with one hand and sat up. The thin quilt slipped from her body, and her black hair fluttered in the wind: "Well, I have another nightmare... This smells so good..."
I lifted up the quilt and got out of bed. It was probably because of the hot weather, and my thin nightgown was slightly sticky with sweat, which outlined my perfect figure. When I opened the door, the fragrance seemed to be stronger.
"Luo'er..." Looking at the dishes on the table, Li Qingdai, who was leaning on the railing of the stairs, showed a hint of panic. She gritted her teeth and hurried downstairs.
Zhang Luo came out of the kitchen with a smile: "Mom, are you awake? What a coincidence, come down and eat!"
"Did you make these?" Li Qingdai asked, pointing to the food.
"Yes, Mom, do you like it?" Zhang Luo put down the last dish, feeling that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
"Who are you!" Li Qingdai asked sharply, "Or rather, what are you! What did you do to my son!"
Zhang Luo:......
"Mom, what are you talking about? I am your son..." Zhang Luo was a little flustered by the question, feeling inexplicably guilty in his heart.
Li Qingdai felt chilled all over and her body was trembling slightly: "My son has never cooked before! And he is only a junior high school student..."
The corners of Zhang Luo's eyes twitched, and he admitted that he felt a little sore. He was so happy in this damn parallel universe, and he hadn't even cooked for so long!
"I just want to give mom a surprise..."
"Shut up!" Li Qingdai almost went crazy, "I can still recognize my Luo'er even if he loses his memory! I have suspected it for a long time! You are not him at all! What the hell are you!"