At home, even in your own room.
In the way of direct crossing, from the club currently in the shopping street, I came back here directly.
Looking at all the familiar objects in the room, it feels like a world away. The club is not without a place to rest, in fact the upper two floors of the club are used for living.
As the owner of the club, if you don't plan to wait for death, you can always live a long life. The long river of time will make the owner of the club lose his home, and the only thing left is the club.
So the upper two floors of the club are very delicate.
However, those things are still very far away for Luo Qiu. The burning precious fragrances on the upper floor of the club make people feel refreshed, but they are not as good as the bedding that is full of sunshine in this small room.
Luo Qiu turned on the old CD player in the room, and the slowly flowing notes made him feel freehand.
He lay on the bed, trying to recall what had happened in the past two days.
He has already completed the first transaction, and the remaining 30 days of his lifespan has been reduced to 60 days. It's not that you can treat your situation loosely because of the extra thirty days. It's just because Luo Qiu 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 rational person by nature, but because of being alone for a long time and the loneliness that lingers in his heart all the time, he is more used to thinking.
Under normal circumstances, there is a fundamental difference between doing something after thinking clearly and doing it without thinking about it.
He is slowly planning his own path—if nothing happens, his life will see no end. Likewise he will not age, but after ten or at most twenty years the secret will not be kept.
The club is wandering around, and this time it came to the commercial street, probably because of this reason, right
There is no way to stay in one place for too long, and it is even more impossible to have any involvement. You can't have family members, because you have to disappear from the eyes of your family members at the happiest time, and what is left behind is not only the pain of your family members, but also your own sadness.
Luo Qiu suddenly understood why the owner in front of the club showed such ecstasy and couldn't wait... He couldn't wait to be liberated from this loneliness.
The former boss may have watched his relatives, lover, or even descendants die of old age one by one—of course, this is just Luo Qiu's guesswork.
Before he came back, he asked You Ye what kind of person the previous boss was, and from You Ye's answer, he only knew that the previous boss was a taciturn person.
The former boss would only show up when guests showed up. He usually stayed in his room, opened an old music box, and listened to it all day long.
And when You Ye heard it, it was three hundred years.
If you look at it this way, it looks quite scary—maybe one day in the future, Luo Qiu will be like the former boss.
"First of all, live through these ten years like a normal person."
Perhaps the future will be accompanied by loneliness forever, but for Luo Qiu, at an age that is still full of fantasy, it is more about the mystery brought by the club and all kinds of incredible things.
The CD player is playing an English song to accompany him to sleep, the name is "Amazing Grace"
When he was about to fall asleep, Luo Qiu felt that if what he longed for was loneliness, then all this might be a strange grace for him.
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When you wake up at night.
He must have woken up when he heard noises coming from the kitchen at home.
Luo Qiu walked out of his room, the smell 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 on.
Although very simple, but also young and beautiful. Twenty-nine years old should be the most beautiful time for a woman in today's society.
There might be a lot of successful men chasing her, but she obviously spent all that time going home and taking care of her kids.
Ren Ziling said that it was out of interest, so she has been working as a reporter for a newspaper since she graduated, and she seems to be the deputy editor-in-chief now.
The young reporter met Luo Qiu's father in the process of reporting and interviewing a murder case, and then fell in love with Luo Qiu's father, a widower who lost his wife in his early years, as if he had been lowered.
Perhaps there were some stories that could shake middle-aged widowed men and young women during the process, and Luo Qiu didn't know about them.
Then, in the monotonous two bedrooms and one living room, there began to be the taste of this woman named Ren Ziling.
It's been three years... since that man passed away.
But she is still there.
"Luo Qiu, you're already awake? I was thinking of waking you up when the meal was ready." Ren Ziling heard the movement behind her, and turned around grabbing the cooking shovel.
Probably because of the more intense anger, Ren Ziling's bangs stuck to her forehead very well, one by one, like a silk thread in the wrong place in a female celebrity's hand.
Seeing Luo Qiu looking at her without saying a word, Ren Ziling touched her face subconsciously, "Is my face dirty?"
Luo Qiu shook his head, turned around and went to the living room to watch TV for a while, but he still reminded: "...the smoking machine is not turned on."
"Ah! Not good!!"
As if she just woke up at this moment, Ren Ziling hurriedly turned on the smoking machine, but she was flustered for a while, but she still did not rush to emphasize: "Soon! It will be time to eat soon, do you want to go first?" Wash your hands?"
Of course, she didn't hear Luo Qiu's response, and Ren Ziling was also used to it, busy with the things on the hot pot.
Luo Qiu turned on the TV and began to watch the news—this is almost the way he has been in the past few years.
At nine o'clock in the evening, we arrived at the dinner table.
Ren Ziling seemed very proud to recommend her own 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 need to come back to cook."
The club is operating normally... Maybe Luo Qiu's time is much more unstable than the current deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper.
However, Ren Ziling suddenly tapped Luo Qiu's bowl with her chopsticks, and said with a straight face: "Student Luo Qiu, I don't seem to have asked you what is going on with the so-called 'going away trip'? Then you Shouldn't I also retain my rights as a mother?"
"Um… "
Luo Qiu could only lower his head and gnaw on the braised lion's head in the bowl.
Sure enough... It's been a few years, and this dish is still not good.
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Perhaps it was because of being too tired, after eating and washing, Ren Ziling went directly into the room and fell asleep, regardless of the night when she didn't brush.
After cleaning the dishes and chopsticks, Luo Qiu planned to blow some air on the balcony, but suddenly he heard You Ye's call, saying that the club had a new guest.
The so-called new guests refer to those who did not find the club because they held a voucher, but bumped in by themselves... They are new customers.
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S: Although it's only the eighth chapter, it's only a little over 20,000 words, but I really want to be on the list. I really seem to be on the list, so I want to recommend tickets.