at home, or even in your own room.

In a direct way, you can go straight back from the club that is currently in the shopping street.

Looking at the first familiar objects in the room, a feeling of being separated from the world followed. The club is not without rest, in fact the two floors above the club are used for people.

As the owner of the club, if you don't plan to die, you can always live a long life. In the long run, the owner of the club will lose his home, and the only thing left is the club.

So the upper two floors of the club are very exquisite.

However, those things are still very far away for Luo Qiu. The precious aromatherapy lit on the upper floor of the club is refreshing, but it is not as good as the sun-scented bedding in this small room.

Luo Qiu turned on the old CD player in the room, and the slow flow of notes made him feel freehand.

He lay on his bed, trying to remember what had happened in the past two days.

He had completed his first transaction, and the remaining thirty days of life had become sixty days. It's not that you have thirty extra days to be lenient about your situation. It's just because Luo Qiu feels that if he can't be alone and quiet, it will be difficult for him to plan what he should do next.

It's not that he is a rational person by nature, it's just that because of a long period of solitude, the loneliness that has always lingered in the bottom of his heart makes him more accustomed to thinking.

In general, there is a fundamental difference between thinking clearly and doing it before thinking about it.

He slowly charted his path – and if nothing else, there would be no end in sight to his life. Again, he doesn't age, but after ten or twenty years at most the secret will not be kept.

The club wandered around, and this time it came to the shopping street, probably because of this, right?

There's no way to stay in one place for too long, and it's impossible to have any involvement. You can't have a family, because you have to disappear from the eyes of your family when you're happiest, and you're left with nothing but your family's pain and your own sorrow.

Luo Qiu suddenly understood a little why the owner in front of the club showed such ecstasy and impatience...... Can't wait to be freed from this loneliness.

The previous boss may have watched his loved ones, or lovers, or even descendants die of old age one by one - of course, this is just Luo Qiu's conjecture.

Before he came back, he had asked Yuya what kind of person the previous boss was, and then from Youye's answer, he only knew that the previous boss was a taciturn person.

The former boss only appeared when guests appeared, and usually stayed in his room almost always with an old music box open, and listened to it for a day.

And when you hear it, it's three hundred years.

If you look at it this way, it looks quite terrifying - maybe one day in the future, Luo Qiu will be like the previous boss.

"First of all, let's go through this decade like a normal person. ”

Maybe the future will be accompanied by loneliness for eternity, but for Luo Qiu, for him at an age that is still full of fantasy, it is more about the mystery brought by the club, and all kinds of incredible.

The CD player was playing an English song that accompanied him to sleep, called "AmazingGrace"

When he was about to fall asleep, Luo Qiu felt that if what he longed for was loneliness, then this qiē might be a strange grace for him.

......

......

When you wake up at night.

I must have woken up when I heard a movement from the kitchen at home.

Luo Qiu walked out of his room, and the smell wafting from the kitchen indicated that the person in the kitchen was cooking a dish he liked to eat.

The woman is very simple, with a simple blue shirt and jeans, her hair is tied casually, and she is busy in the kitchen with an apron.

Although it is very simple, it is also young and beautiful. At the age of twenty-nine, it should be the most beautiful time for a woman in today's society.

There may be a lot of successful men who pursue it, but apparently she spends all that time going home and taking care of her children.

Ren Ziling said that it was because of her interest, so she has been working as a reporter in a newspaper since graduation, and it seems that she is now in the position of deputy editor-in-chief.

The young reporter met Luo Qiu's father in the process of reporting and covering a murder case, and then, as if he had been lowered, fell in love with Luo Qiu's father, a widower who lost his wife at an early age.

Perhaps there were stories that could shake middle-aged widowed men and young women in the process, and they were unknown to Luo Qiu.

Then in the monotonous two-bedroom and one-living room, there began to be the taste of this woman named Ren Ziling.

It's been three years...... After the man passed by.

But she's still there.

"Luo Qiu, have you woken up? I thought I would wake you up when I was ready. Ren Ziling heard the movement behind her, grabbed the shovel for stir-frying, and turned around.

Probably because of the fierce anger, Ren Ziling's bangs were well glued to her forehead, a little bit, like a silk thread in the wrong place in the female red hand.

Seeing Luo Qiu looking at herself without saying a word, Ren Ziling subconsciously touched her face, "Is my face dirty?"

Luo Qiu shook his head, turned around and walked to the living room to watch TV for a while, but still reminded: "...... Smoker, not on. ”

"Oh no!!"

As if she had just woken up at this moment, Ren Ziling hurriedly turned on the cigarette machine, but she was in a hurry, but she was still not busy and emphasized: "Soon! It's really going to be ready to eat soon, do you want to wash your hands first?"

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 - almost all the past few years.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was time for the dinner table.

Ren Ziling seemed to be very proud to recommend her own craftsmanship to Luo Qiu, and sandwiched the dish directly into Luo Qiu's bowl.

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "If you have been busy with work recently, you don't have to come back to cook." ”

The club is open for business...... Perhaps Luo Qiu's time was much more precarious than that of the active deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

Ren Ziling suddenly knocked on Luo Qiu's bowl with chopsticks, and said with a straight face: "Luo Qiu, I don't seem to have asked what you called 'a trip to go', right?

"Hmmm......"

Luo Qiu could only bow his head and nibble on the braised lion's head in the bowl.

Really...... It's been a few years, and this dish still can't be cooked.

......

......

Maybe it was because she was too tired, after eating and rinsing, Ren Ziling didn't care about the night when she didn't brush up, and went straight into the room and fell asleep.

After Luo Qiu cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, he planned to blow the wind on the balcony, but suddenly heard Youye's call, saying that there were new guests from the club.

And the so-called new guests are those who do not find the club because they have their vouchers in hand, but run into them themselves...... It's for new customers.

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PS: Although it's only the eighth chapter, it's only a little over 20,000 words, but I really want to make the list. I really seem to be on the list, so I'm going to recommend the vote.