After going round and round, I returned to my hometown. During this period, I have experienced too much, ups and downs, hope and despair. Standing on the land of my hometown, Chu Ling suddenly felt the desire to speak out.
The urge to cry.
His eyes were slightly moist. Chu Ling raised his head and tried his best not to shed tears. After a while, he finally regained his composure.
After the initial grievance, Chu Ling's mood became extremely peaceful. Suddenly, he seemed to feel the energy in his heart trembling slightly. This discovery made him ecstatic.
It seems that without knowing it, I am one step closer to the spiritual state of unity between man and nature.
After getting out of the car, Chu Ling raised his feet and was about to walk home. When he passed a canteen downstairs, he suddenly stopped.
"What do you want to buy?" The man in the canteen stood up and asked.
"Bring me a box of beer, cold, thank you." Chu Ling thought for a while and said.
"Okay, take it." The uncle picked up a box of beer and handed it to Chu Ling. Unexpectedly, Chu Ling just stretched out a hand to hold it under the box, and then easily took the box of wine.
When he lifted it up, the uncle's eyes were as wide as those of a cow.
After Chu Ling took the beer and was about to leave, his eyes suddenly saw the cigarettes in the display cabinet below. He stood there in silence for a long time, and finally said again: "Bring me two more packs of cigarettes and a lighter, thank you."
After putting down a box of wine, Chu Ling paid the money, tore open one of the packs of cigarettes, took one out and clamped it to his lips, then lit the cigarette awkwardly and took a deep breath.
"Cough! Cough!" A burst of choking smoke rushed into his chest, causing Chu Ling, who had not smoked for a long time, to cough several times.
He had learned to smoke when he was hanging out with his friends in junior high school, but because he was not interested in this thing at the time, he did not become addicted to cigarettes. He usually just smoked a few puffs when social needs were needed, and over time he became addicted to cigarettes.
No more smoking.
But for some reason today, he suddenly felt the urge to smoke.
After standing there and taking a few deep breaths, Chu Ling felt that his whole body became lighter. He picked up the box of wine and walked slowly and leisurely towards home with a cigarette in his mouth.
The trees on both sides were all hung with bright red ribbons, and eight out of ten vendors setting up stalls on the street were selling couplets and blessing characters. Only then did Chu Ling realize that it seemed that New Year's Eve would be in a few days.
This year's New Year's Eve was much later than before. Chu Ling had already arrived for the New Year, but she didn't expect him to catch up.
After returning home, Chu Ling first cleaned the house inside and outside, then took out a bottle of beer, sat on the sofa and took a sip.
It seems that my home has not been targeted yet, which can be considered a blessing among misfortunes. At least I can celebrate the Spring Festival again in the place where I grew up.
After thinking about it, Chu Ling smiled faintly, and went out again to buy some new couplets and blessing characters for the house, and then replaced the old ones. Not only the front door, but also the bedroom doors were affixed with new ones.
Make the whole room cheerful.
Looking at his masterpiece with great satisfaction, Chu Ling clapped his hands gently, and a smile of joy suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, before the smile could be fully formed, he looked around and saw that the entire room was empty.
It was empty, as if he was independent from the world and he was the only one left.
Chu Ling's joyful smile finally turned into a bitter smile. He sat down, took a sip of beer, lit a cigarette, turned on the TV and watched quietly.
In the following days, except for going out to purchase some ingredients on the first day, Chu Ling hardly left the house. He was either practicing or thinking about his newly developed superpower rewrite.
He had a vague hunch that as long as he completely mastered the ability to rewrite, he would be able to reach the third level and become an explorer.
Unknowingly, New Year's Eve arrived. Chu Lingqing took a refreshing bath, then dug out a new piece of clothing she had bought before from the closet in her bedroom and put it on. It was a bit too big at the time.
, Chu Ling wore it once and then stopped wearing it, but now it looks just right.
After practicing again for a few hours, Chu Ling got up and walked into the kitchen to start preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. In the past, he and his father cooked the New Year's Eve dinner together, but this time he was the only one who cooked it.
After working in the kitchen for several hours, Chu Ling finally put the food on the table when the sky turned completely dark.
There are a total of twelve dishes, including fish and shrimp. They are colorfully placed on the dining table and look quite tempting. The rich fragrance makes people want to eat just by smelling them.
Chu Ling added a bowl of rice to her own and sat at the dining table alone, watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV and eating in silence.
The cold wind blew in through the half-closed window, causing the food on the table to lose its temperature in just a moment. Those bright colors were like cold knives, piercing into Chu Ling's heart one by one.
Can't pull it out anymore.
The warm yellow light was blown by the cold wind, making people no longer feel the slightest warmth. Instead, it was like a late dusk. Chu Ling just sat quietly in the dusk, dragging out his slender shadow.
The solitude and loneliness that makes one's heart tremble.
Suddenly, Chu Ling stopped using her chopsticks, paused, and then put down the bowl again. She got up and walked into the kitchen to add two more bowls of rice. She took two pairs of chopsticks and placed them neatly on both sides of the table, then sat down and continued.
Have a meal.
The skit performed on TV was very exciting. Chu Ling laughed so much that he spat out his rice three or four times during the process. Those colorful dishes were all stained with the rice he spat out. If anyone was eating at the same dining table with him, I'm afraid
I was so sick that I couldn't eat anymore.
Chu Ling just laughed and ate at the same time, spitting out the rice from time to time, choking until she burst into tears. The rice bowls on both sides had lost their temperature at some point. Chu Ling looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already eleven fifty.
How many minutes.
It took more than five hours for him to eat this meal. If he hadn't looked at the time, Chu Ling might not have felt that the meal had become cold.
He put down his rice bowl, lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and then took the elevator to the top floor with the remaining beer.
After arriving at the fixed viewing spot every year, Chu Ling sat on the ground, put the beer next to him, leaned against the wall, leaned against the beer box, smoked a cigarette, drank a sip of wine, and served it freely and freely.
The only difference is that others are bold, wild and high-spirited in their chicness, but in Chu Ling's chicness, there is only a pool of stagnant loneliness.
Just as he smoked out the third cigarette in his hand, fireworks shot up into the sky from a distance, exploding into the sky with brilliant fireworks patterns of colorful colors and strange shapes.
There were crisp explosions in his ears. Chu Ling looked up at the fireworks in the sky, but couldn't hear any sound in her heart.
The constantly changing light and shadow shone on Chu Ling's face, making his eyes blurry.
He seemed to see Xie Yuwen's smiling face again, and saw her every smile, cry and fuss, anger and stupidity. Pictures that Chu Ling would almost forget were clearly seen through the flickering light and shadow of fireworks.
It played before his eyes.
Noises celebrating the arrival of the New Year were heard from everywhere outside the building. Only the roof of the building, and the person sitting inside, were left with only darkness and tranquility.
If it weren't for the constantly flickering light of the fireworks, which illuminated the roof of the building from time to time, bringing him a little faint light, I'm afraid the whole world would have completely forgotten him.
Chu Ling drank bottle after bottle of wine and smoked cigarettes one by one, leaning on her body as softly as if she had no bones.
For a long time, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or really talking to someone. He looked up at the fireworks in the sky and said softly: "Happy New Year."
When the roof of the building was completely shrouded in darkness again, Chu Ling's eyes slowly closed, and beer bottles were scattered on the floor.
The corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of warmth, it must have been some kind of sweet dream.
Chapter completed!