Chapter 6 Win a Deeper Cry

   When things came to an end, after several years, Xu Guangling was surprised to find that he still had nostalgia for this world. For example, at this moment, standing in front of the window and looking at the neon outside the window, he felt that the night scene was beautiful for the first time, and it also made him feel a little reluctant to part. ——If I can't see it again after tonight.

   Feeling this thought clearly in his heart, Xu Guangling was a little awake and smiled a little self-deprecatingly. It turned out that he had not "see through the red dust".

Mother hands line, wandering clothing. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart will report San Chunhui.

Xu Guangling gently recited the song "The Wanderer's Song" by Mengjiao of the Tang Dynasty, and then recited the "Back Shadow" by Zhu Ziqing, and when he read, "After I came from the north, he wrote a letter to me, The letter said: 'My body is safe, but the pain in my arm is so severe that I have a lot of inconvenience to lift a chopstick and a pen. It's probably not far off.'" At that time, Xu Guangling finally broke down in tears, tears rolling down his face.

   At this moment, Xu Guangling had nothing to hide, letting his emotions vent freely.

   long, long, long.

   After a long time, Xu Guangling reached out and wiped his face, and then said softly:

   "Dad, Mom, I miss you."

   "Dad, Mom, whether it's a disaster or a blessing tonight, I want to tell you that your son has lived a very good and very good life in the past few years. Can you hear it? Are you okay?"

  I don't know how long it took, but it was a long time before Xu Guangling's mood calmed down a little, but at this moment, his stomach growled, but he was hungry. No wonder, it was already late at night, and the last meal was eaten on the train in the morning.

The Last Supper?

   Xu Guangling flashed these words inexplicably in his mind, then shook his head and smiled slightly.

   It's just that the tears on his face are mottled at this time, and this smile is probably not good-looking.

   Immediately, Xu Guangling washed his face seriously, then went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Many ingredients have been used up or disposed of before leaving, and now the refrigerator is empty. It is not true to say that it is empty, because there is still one thing, potatoes.

   This is the only thing that can put a little more time, and therefore, Xu Guangling stayed.

   But not many, only six. Of course, it's enough. Xu Guangling took three of them, then washed, peeled, shredded, and then fry them in the pot.

Fried potato slices.

  If you want to stir-fry with vegetarian food, most of them will add some vinegar in the outside method, and after a little stir-fry, you will cook it, and it will be crispy in your mouth when you eat it. In addition, in order to prevent the starch on the surface of the shredded potatoes from sticking to the pan, most of the shredded potatoes should be immersed in water before stirring in the pan, rinse the starch, and drain it before placing it in the pan.

   It's actually quite delicious when fried like this, but Xu Guangling is not used to it.

   Because his mother didn't do that.

After his mother cut the potatoes into shreds, they directly put them into the pan and stir-fry, and it was slightly more oil, and the frying time was longer. Noodles, fry until slightly charred, and then remove from the pan and serve on a plate.

   Mixing rice with shredded potatoes, especially the sauce, is Xu Guangling's favorite meal since he was a child.

  Such taste, taste, and memory extend from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart, which can no longer be replaced in this life and this world. At first it was a liking, then it was a habit, and then it became a matter of course, and then it became a remembrance and the only thing in this life.

   So I ate a lot of dishes in large and small restaurants and hotels over the years. Slowly, there was one dish that Xu Guangling stopped ordering.

Fried potato slices.

  Not because you don't like it.

   Just because that's not the taste imprinted in life.

At this time, along with a little bit of thought, the shredded potatoes in the pot are finally ready, the lid of the pot is lifted, the water vapor rises, part of it falls to the bottom of the pot, making a slight sizzling sound, at the same time, the familiar The sweet smell permeates the whole kitchen.

   Put it on a plate, sit at the table, and Xu Guangling tastes it carefully.

   Well, it is indeed a careful tasting. Whether it's the "Last Supper" or not, it's a special meal. I don't know if it was because of hard work, or simply because I was hungry, Xu Guangling felt that the shredded potatoes seemed to be extraordinarily sweeter than before.

I once heard that some people eat rice by chewing almost every grain of rice. It was a bit unbelievable for Xu Guangling in the past, but at this time, he did not deliberately slow down, but Xu Guangling inexplicably agreed with that way of eating. , The shredded potatoes on the plate were almost sent into his mouth one by one.

   This is what mom does.

   But it actually tastes a little different from what my mother made. Maybe it's because the shredded potatoes are not the same size? Maybe it's because the heat is different? Or maybe it's just because one is tasting now and the other is in memory.

  Memory is a magical storage box.

  Some things are put in, they will fade and mottle, and some things are put in, but they will be automatically beautified and will last forever.

   A plate of shredded potatoes was eaten for almost an entire hour, and there was not one left. Not only was there not a single one left, but even the mashed potatoes that had become silty and deposited on the plate were clustered together by Xu Guangling with chopsticks, and he ate them clean.

  If there is still a little oil left, this plate can almost be washed.

   Of course, it's just a joke without washing anything. Next, Xu Guangling washed the dishes and chopsticks, washed his hands and brushed his teeth, and then went to the window again to look at the street scene outside.

   It was already late at night, so the bustle and bustle of day and night was mostly silent, but not completely silent. ——There should be no vampires in this city, but many people's work and rest are synchronized with the legendary vampires. At this time, it was only late at night, and until the dawn came, or even the sun rose, it was time for them to rest.

   After taking a last look at the street scene, Xu Guangling turned around and went to bed with a hint of crispness and a hint of absolute absoluteness.

   Come, come.

   As the saying goes, it is a blessing, not a disaster, and a disaster cannot be avoided.

In the past, Xu Guangling actually had some symptoms of insomnia. It used to be very serious, especially in the one or two years after his parents had an accident. There was hardly a night where he could fall asleep peacefully. Suddenly I was terrified in my dream.

  Have nightmares, which is actually good.

  There is a kind of unbearable, called dreaming. In the dream, his father taught him to endorse, teach him to write, his mother taught him the piano, taught him to compose, and then when he was hungry, the family sat in the living room for dinner. Often eating and eating, the dream suddenly wakes up.

   It was not until two or three years later that the situation gradually improved.

   But even now, the symptoms of insomnia have not completely disappeared.

   Today, however, things are a little different. Maybe it's because it's too late? But in fact this is not a reason, intractable insomnia will not disappear because of sleeping late, it will stubbornly accompany every time you lie down. But today, not so.

  Xu Guangling almost just lay down, and before his head fully rested on the pillow, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

   (end of this chapter)