Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 6 Winning 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 time, standing in front of the window and looking at the neon lights outside the window, he felt that the night scene was beautiful for the first time, and it also made him feel a little bit reluctant. ——If after tonight, I can no longer see it.

Clearly feeling this idea in his heart, Xu Guangling smiled a little bit self-deprecatingly, it turned out that he hadn't "seeing through the world of mortals".

Mother hands line, wandering clothing.Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.Whoever says the grass-inch heart will get three Chunhui.

Xu Guangling gently recited the song "Wandering Ziyin" by Mengjiao in the Tang Dynasty, and then recited the song "Back View" by Zhu Ziqing, and after he read "After I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me, The letter said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly, and it is inconvenient to lift a chopstick to lift a pen. I think I will die soon." At that time, Xu Guangling finally broke down in sobs, and tears rolled down his face.

At this moment, Xu Guangling had nothing to hide, allowing his emotions to vent wantonly.

For a long time, for a long time, and for a long time.

After a long time, Xu Guangling stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and said softly:

"Dad, Mom, I miss you."

"Father, mother, whether tonight is a blessing or a disaster, I want to tell you that your son has lived a very good life in recent years. Can you hear me? Are you all right?"

I don't know how long it took, but it took a long time before Xu Guangling calmed down a little. 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?

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

It's just that tears are mottled on the face at this time, and the smile is probably not very 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’s actually not right to say empty, because there is one more thing, potatoes.

This is the only thing that can take a little more time, and because of this, Xu Guangling kept it.

But not many, only six.Of course, enough is enough.Xu Guangling took three of them, and then cleaned them, peeled them, shredded them, and then stir-fried them.

Fried potato slices.

For vegetarian stir-frying, most of the outside methods will add some vinegar, and after a little stir-frying, it will be cooked, and it will be crispy and raw in your mouth.In addition, in order to prevent the starch on the surface of the potato shreds from sticking to the pan, before frying them in the pan, the potato shreds must be soaked in water for a while to rinse off the starch, and then drained before cooking.

It is actually quite delicious when fried in this way, but Xu Guangling is not used to it.

Because his mother didn't do that.

His mother cut the potatoes into shreds and then put them into the frying pan to stir-fry directly. There was a little more oil and it took a long time to stir-fry. The noodles are fried until they are slightly charred, and then they are taken out of the pan and served on a plate.

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

That kind of taste, that kind of taste, that kind of memory extends from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart, and it can no longer be replaced in this life.At first it was a liking, then it was a habit, and then it became a matter of course, and then it became a memorial, and the only one in this life.

So these years, he ate a lot of dishes in restaurants and hotels outside, and slowly, there was one dish that Xu Guangling stopped ordering.

Fried potato slices.

Not ordering is not because I don't like it.

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

At this time, along with little by little thoughts, the shredded potatoes in the pot were finally ready. When the lid was lifted, the water vapor rose, and part of it fell 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, and sitting at the table, Xu Guangling savored it carefully.

Well, it is indeed a careful taste.Whether it's the "Last Supper" or not, it's a very special meal.Whether it was due to hard work or just because he was hungry, Xu Guangling felt that the potato shreds seemed to be extra sweet than usual.

I once heard that someone eats rice almost like chewing rice grains one by one. To Xu Guangling in the past, that was a bit unbelievable, but at this time, without deliberately slowing down, Xu Guangling responded to that way of eating inexplicably. , The shredded potatoes on the plate were almost sent into his mouth one by one.

This is what mom does.

But in fact, it 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, just because one is being tasted now and the other is kept in memory.

Memory is a magical storage box.

Some things will be faded and mottled when put in, while some things will be beautified automatically and become new forever.

I ate a plate of shredded potatoes for almost an hour, until there was not a single one left.Not only was there not one root left, even the mashed potatoes that had turned into powder and deposited on the plate were clustered together by Xu Guangling with chopsticks, and they were completely eaten.

If it weren't for the little oil left, the dishes would almost never need to be washed.

Of course, it's just a joke that you don't have to wash it.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 hustle and bustle of the day and night had been 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.It was only late at night, and it was time for them to rest until the dawn came, or even the sun rose.

Looking at the street scene for the last time, Xu Guangling turned around, with a trace of crispness and a trace of absoluteness, and went to bed.

It's time to come, just come.

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

Usually, Xu Guangling actually had some insomnia symptoms, which used to be very severe, especially in the one or two years after his parents had an accident, there was hardly a single night where he could fall asleep peacefully, either unable to fall asleep, or falling asleep with difficulty, but Sudden palpitations in the dream.

It's actually good to have nightmares.

There is a kind of embarrassment called having a beautiful dream.In the dream, his father taught him to recite and write, his mother taught him the piano and composed music, and when he was hungry, the family sat in the living room to eat.Often while eating, the dream suddenly wakes up.

It wasn't 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 the reason. Intractable insomnia will not disappear because of going to bed late, it will stubbornly accompany every time you lie down.But today, not so.

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

(End of this chapter)