chaotic beauty gl

The kitchen was filled with the sound of water, like the sound of breaking ice on a lake.

The water in the pot was already boiling, and the lid of the pot was thumping and steaming.

I leaned against the kitchen counter in a daze, and when I came back to my senses, boiling water overflowed along the wall of the pot and dripped into the stove like an hourglass.I methodically turned off the low heat, put the noodles, wiped the kitchen counter with a rag, turned on the faucet to clean the rag, and stopped with my fingertips.

I haven't seen Yayoi for a long time.

I asked her, "Do you want some noodles?"

Yayoi shook her head: "I thought you would save her."

I uncovered the pot, and the noodles were almost cooked. I picked them up with a colander and set them aside, then boiled the soup with water, poured oil and salt sauce, tomatoes, vegetables... all into it.

After finishing everything, I wiped my hands with a rag before replying to her: "There is no need for that."

Yayoi asked back, "Why?"

I didn't answer her, turned around and put the cold noodles in the pot to reheat, and then out of the pot, it was already a bowl of hot noodle soup.

I brought it to the table—actually, it’s not necessary, it’s the same everywhere, and it’s just me.

I moved my chopsticks: "There are still two hours."

Yayoi's brain circuit couldn't connect to my words, so she asked incomprehensibly, "What?"

I dropped my chopsticks and looked at Yayoi: "You can go and save her."

Yayoi was silent: "I can't interfere in the life and death of human beings."

I replied to her with little interest: "Really?"

Nothing to say, just fell silent.

Yayoi was the one I saw when I woke up from a car accident that year—a ghost.

I don't know her very well, but after 14 years of getting along, I still have a little bit of affection.

After eating the noodles, washing the dishes, tidying up the house, calm down, there is no hiding place for loneliness.

Suddenly remembered the layout of this house, all decorated according to Liu Xu's preferences.

Catkins... seemed to touch the most secret thing in my heart, stabbed silently, and some watery eyes appeared in the sockets of my eyes.

The headlights in the bedroom are usually off, and only the lamp on the desk is on.

Having fully adapted to the darkness, I used my eyes to explore the way, sat down at the desk smoothly, and turned on the desk lamp a little bit—actually it wasn’t much brighter, but the effect of self-deception has always been full marks.

There were script draft papers in a mess on the desk, and I picked them up to look at a few. I crumpled up the useless papers and threw them into the trash.

Continue to bury my head in sorting out the script papers on the table. The blueprint of each story is my bottom-of-the-box idea, with Liu Xu’s own handwritten annotations on it, written extremely carefully, carefully, and extremely...happy.

What to do?she asked me with a smile.

screenwriter.My eyes sparkled, and I asked her: What about you?

Actor slightly.She replied, it was all accommodating.

The lights in the room were turned on with a snap, and Yayoi had already come over, and she landed lightly on the desk.

I had no expression, and I troubled her to give way, and Yayoi narrowed her eyes like myopia. She saw me calmly, and reminded me: "You've crushed my paper."

Yayoi moved her butt: "Oh."

I lost to her loyalty: "Give way..."

She didn't move, I looked up at her and reminded again: "I can't pull it out."

Yayoi easily took out the concert ticket that I had hidden in the interlayer of my satchel, and it fell lightly in front of my eyes like a falling flower, gracefully.

I glanced at the VIP tickets that others used to please me earlier, and then sneered, looking at her: "Looking through my things?"

Yayoi raised the concert ticket: "Why not?"

I brushed off her friendly malice: "I don't need to answer you."

I found out later that what Liu Xu likes is not acting, but singing.

I know how sad it is...

Xu Tuo.

Male, born on the third day of the first lunar month in the Wuwu year, died on the fifth day of the winter month in the Jiachen year, at the age of 46.

Cause of death: Heart attack.

I looked through his life history, and it has been more than 26 years since he did good deeds in the year of Wu Zi.The amount of anonymous donation is 4 million yuan, the value of donated materials is 540 million yuan, and the donation of educational facilities and medical equipment exceeds 5 million yuan.

He worked hard all his life, helped the world with charity, made outstanding contributions, benefited many parties, benefited future generations, and was admired by the world.

It's hard to say that good people live long.

I took off the life and death lottery on my chest with a blank expression, and handed it to him: "After this winter, in the early spring of next year, the first city flower will bloom on the branches, which is a good time for reincarnation."

Xu Tuo took it, his thin face was very peaceful, and the leisurely style remained forever: "Thanks for your hard work."

"No need."

A lifetime of good deeds is what you deserve.