Chapter 8 The family has a good mother twenty-nine
At home, even in your own room.
By traveling directly, I returned to this place from the club currently located in the shopping street.
Looking at all the familiar items in the room, I felt like I was in another world. It's not that there are no places to rest in the club. In fact, the two floors above the club are used to live in.
As the owner of a club, if you don't plan to wait for death, you can always live a long life. The long passage of time will make the owner of the club lose his home, and the only thing left to belong to is the club.
Therefore, the upper two floors of the club look very exquisite.
However, those things are still very far away for Luo Qiu. The precious aromatherapy materials lit on the upper floor of the club make people feel relaxed and happy, but they are not as good as the bedding in this small room that is full of the smell of sunshine.
Luo Qiu turned on the old-fashioned CD player in the room, and the slowly flowing notes made him feel happy.
He lay on the bed and tried hard to recall what had happened in the past two days.
He has completed the first sale, and the remaining thirty days of life have become sixty days. It is not because the extra thirty days allow him to treat his situation more relaxedly. It is just because, Luo Qiu
He felt that if he couldn't let himself be alone and calm down, it would be difficult for him to plan what he should do next.
He is not a naturally rational person, but because he has been alone for a long time and the loneliness that always lingers in his heart, he is more accustomed to thinking.
Under normal circumstances, there is a fundamental difference between doing something after thinking about it clearly and doing something without thinking about it.
He is slowly planning his own path - if nothing else happens, his life will not end in sight. He will also not age, but after ten or at most twenty years, this secret will no longer be able to be kept.
The club has been wandering around, and this time it came to the commercial street. Is it probably because of this reason?
There is no way to stay in one place for too long, and it is even less possible to have any involvement. You cannot have family, because you have to disappear from the eyes of your family when you are happiest, and what is left is except the pain of your family.
I'm afraid I still have my own sadness.
Luo Qiu suddenly understood why the owner in front of the club showed such ecstasy and couldn't wait... couldn't wait to be liberated from this loneliness.
The former boss may have watched his relatives, or lovers, or even his descendants die of old age one by one - of course, this is just Luo Qiu's conjecture.
Before he came back, he asked You Ye what kind of person the boss in front of him was, and from You Ye's answer, he just knew that the boss in front of him was a taciturn person.
The former boss only showed up when guests showed up. He almost always stayed in his room, opening an ancient music box and listening to it all day long.
When Youye heard it, it was three hundred years.
Looking at it this way, it seems quite scary - maybe one day in the future, Luo Qiu will be like his previous boss.
"First of all, spend these ten years like a normal person."
Perhaps the future will be accompanied by loneliness for eternity, but for Luo Qiu, at an age that is still full of fantasy, it is more about the mystery and all kinds of incredible things brought by the club.
The CD player was playing an English song to accompany him to sleep, and the name was "Amazing Grace"
When he was about to fall asleep, Luo Qiu felt that if what he yearned for was loneliness, then all this might be a strange grace for him.
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When I wake up at night.
He probably woke up when he heard the noise coming from the kitchen at home.
Luo Qiu walked out of his room. The aroma wafting from the kitchen indicated that the cook was cooking one of his favorite dishes.
The woman is very simple, wearing a simple blue shirt and jeans, her hair is tied up casually, and she is busy in the kitchen with an apron.
Although she is very simple, she is also young and beautiful. The age of twenty-nine should be the most beautiful time for a woman in today's society.
There may be many successful men pursuing her, but she obviously spends all that time going home and taking care of her children.
Ren Ziling said she has been working as a reporter for a newspaper since she graduated out of interest. It seems that she is now the deputy editor.
The young reporter met Luo Qiu's father while reporting on a murder case, and fell in love at first sight with Luo Qiu's father, a widower who lost his wife early in his life.
Perhaps some stories happened in the process that could shake the middle-aged men who lost their wives and young women, and which Luo Qiu didn't know about.
Then the monotonous two bedrooms and one living room began to smell like this woman named Ren Ziling.
It's been three years... since that man passed away.
But she's still there.
"Luo Qiu, are you awake already? I was still thinking of waking you up after the meal is ready." Ren Ziling heard the movement behind her, grabbed the shovel for cooking and turned around.
Probably because of her fierce temper, Ren Ziling's bangs stuck to her forehead very well, one by one, just like the silk thread in the wrong place in the hand of a female celebrity.
Seeing Luo Qiu looking at her without saying a word, Ren Ziling subconsciously touched her face, "Is my face dirty?"
Luo Qiu shook his head, turned around and walked to the living room to watch TV for a while, but he still reminded: "...the smoking machine is not on."
"Ah! Not good!!"
As if she woke up just now, Ren Ziling hurriedly opened the smoking machine, but she was in a hurry, but she still stressed: "Soon! We will be able to eat really soon, do you want to go first?"
Wash your hands?"
Of course, she didn't hear Luo Qiu's response. Ren Ziling was just as used to it and was busy with the things on the hot pot.
Luo Qiu turned on the TV and started watching the news - it was almost always like this in the past few years.
At nine o'clock in the evening, we arrived at the dinner table.
Ren Ziling seemed to be very proud to recommend her craftsmanship to Luo Qiu, and put the dish directly into Luo Qiu's bowl.
Luo Qiu suddenly said: "If you are busy with work recently, you don't have to come back to cook."
The club is operating normally... Perhaps Luo Qiu's time is much more unstable than that of the current deputy editor of the newspaper.
Ren Ziling suddenly tapped Luo Qiu's bowl with chopsticks and said with a straight face: "Classmate Luo Qiu, I don't think I asked you what the so-called 'taken trip' is all about? Then you
Should I also retain my rights as a mother?"
"Um……"
Luo Qiu could only lower his head and nibble on the braised lion head in the bowl.
Sure enough...after several years, I still can't make this dish well.
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Perhaps because she was too tired, after eating and washing herself, Ren Ziling went straight into the room and fell asleep without caring about the late night.
After Luo Qiu washed the dishes and chopsticks, he planned to enjoy some fresh air on the balcony, but suddenly he heard You Ye calling, saying that there were new guests in the club.
The so-called new guests refer to those who did not find the club because they were holding a voucher, but walked in on their own... They are new guests.
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PS: Although it is only Chapter 8, which is just over 20,000 words, I really want to hit the list. I really seem to be on the list, so I want a recommendation vote.
