Second update.

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When he got home, it was already midnight, but the lights in the living room were still there, but Ling'er was already asleep. Zhou Xuanji changed into slippers and slowly passed by the dining table, he noticed that there was a bowl of soup there and a note underneath it.

After walking over and taking a look, Zhou Xuanji's mouth slowly softened. This note was Ling'er's message: Brother, I'll go to bed first, and I don't know when you will come back, but when you come back, drink this bowl of mung bean soup, clear the fire and sober up, which will be better for your health.

Sit down slowly, the white porcelain bowl shining with a bit of transparent and clean smell in the light, and the white spoon also had a bit of softness.

I scooped a spoonful of mung bean soup and took a sip. There was a cold feeling in the mung bean soup. This must have been put in the refrigerator and it still maintains this temperature. Obviously, Ling'er hasn't slept for long.

After gently drinking the mung bean soup in the bowl, there was nothing left. Zhou Xuanji looked down at the empty bowl, sighing slightly in his heart, and then his eyes narrowed.

After sitting there for about twenty minutes, he got up and took the bowl to the kitchen to wash. However, after putting the bowl, the corners of his mouth rose again.

The whole kitchen became quite clean, completely different from the way he used to be. After all, he had basically never cooked before, and had never done anything except cooking a bun of noodles occasionally. Speaking of which, he had a very strong survivability, but his cooking skills were really limited.

I opened the refrigerator casually and it was stuffed with things, but it was sorted out quite clearly and there was no extra stuff. Instead, some things like milk, eggs and vegetables accounted for the mainstream.

After taking another look, a strange look appeared on his face. There was a bowl of black things on the bottom layer of the refrigerator grid. When I took it out, I saw that it was a bowl of paste made of unknown things, with a dark green look, which was a bit like a mask used by a woman, but it was not completely. It smelled a little fragrant, and there was a faint smell of Chinese medicine.

Shaking his head, Zhou Xuanji put the thing back again. He didn't know what it was, but he found several bottles of beer in the place where the drinks were placed. Obviously, this was specially prepared for him by Ling'er.

When he walked out of the kitchen, he turned off the lights. At this moment, the entire living room fell into darkness. Only near the window, a few rays of street lights shone in, but Zhou Xuanji was not at all uncomfortable and walked back to his room step by step, without even touching the subtle place at the turn.

During the whole process, there was no sound when he landed on the ground. Until he entered the room, he did not turn on the light, but went directly into the bathroom and took a shower.

After lying on the bed, he put his cell phone on the table, then put his hands behind his head, looked at the ceiling, and an old voice in his mind was involuntarily: "From today, there will be only darkness in your life..."

Slowly sitting up, Zhou Xuanji let out a long sigh and muttered a few words: "Dark... Old man, if you want to disappoint you, I have already walked out."

At the moment of murmuring, he lit a cigarette, and finally thought about it, and took out a laptop from the drawer on one side. The computer was not big, just like a tablet computer, and looked quite thick. It looked like the kind of old machine facing elimination, but unexpectedly, it started very fast.

Within just ten seconds, the computer started. Zhou Xuanji slid his hand on the panel a few times and clicked on a folder.

There are quite a lot of photos in the folder, and the first few reduced thumbnails show a boy, with images recorded from childhood to adulthood, and you can vaguely see Zhou Xuanji's shadow.

However, every photo has one thing in common, that is, there is an old man standing behind him. Although he stands far away, he always gets the best shots.

The old man is elegant and grey, with a bit graceful and graceful. Although Zhou Xuanji is the protagonist of the photo, he just saw his existence at first sight.

"The coquettish old man, this style is really unbearable." Zhou Xuanji murmured, but a faint warmth appeared on the corner of his mouth. This rare emotion appeared on him, which was particularly rare.

But his heart was as dull as water at this moment. It had been a long time since he had such a time. It was just because of that bowl of plain mung bean soup.

The mung bean soup itself may not be unique, but it is dull and represents Ling'er's intentions and her attitude towards life.

Life always has all kinds of feelings. In that moment, there are always things that resonate with us, which will touch the softest corner of our hearts and open up a dusty memory.

Zhou Xuanji kept smiling and murmured: "Girl, thank you for your arrival. It turns out that ordinary life can also touch the point in my heart. I thought I would never have such emotions anymore. Unexpectedly, such a small bowl of mung bean soup made me a little out of control."

Although he has become a little gentle in the past year of life, he has never been as profound as this moment. The memories of the past are savored bit by bit in his mind. Although it is just a few fragments, it has already made him feel a sense of ups and downs.

"The true meaning of darkness is not just cold, but accommodates everything. Deep in your heart, your external manifestations are often the place you don't want to touch. So, think about it, what kind of person you become and what kind of thing you do depends on the cry deep in your heart."

The old voice continued to echo in Zhou Xuanji's mind. This prodigal man eventually trained Zhou Xuanji to another prodigal son, but it is undeniable that his experience gave Zhou Xuanji endless guidance.

Zhou Xuanji then turned off the computer, and the bedroom fell into darkness again. Only cigarette butts were left with red sparks. As he breathed, the little spark of stars became brighter and sometimes destroyed, and it continued again and left behind only wisps of smoke.

It was not until the whole cigarette was finished, he pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, and finally lay down slowly, raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, and murmured again: "Master, how can you be safe now?"
Chapter completed!