When it came to the end, after several years, Xu Guangling was surprised to find that he was still very nostalgic for this world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 For example, at this time, standing in front of the window, looking at the neon outside the window, he felt that this night scene was beautiful for the first time, and it also made him feel a little reluctant. -- If you can't see it again after tonight.

Clearly feeling this thought in his heart, Xu Guangling smiled a little awake and self-deprecatingly, it turned out that he had not "seen through the red dust".

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Xu Guangling gently recited the song "The Wanderer's Yin" by Mengjiao in the Tang Dynasty, and then recited Zhu Ziqing's "Back", and when he read "After I came north, he wrote a letter to me, in which he said: 'My body is safe, but my shoulder is in severe pain, and I have a lot of inconveniences when I lift a pen. Xu Guangling finally couldn't cry, and tears rolled down his face.

At this moment, Xu Guangling did not hide it, and let the emotions in his heart be wantonly vented.

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 then said softly:

"Mom, Dad, I miss you. ”

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

I don't know how long it took, in short, it was a long time before Xu Guangling's mood calmed down a little, and at this moment, his stomach gurgled, but he was hungry. It's no wonder that it's late at night, and the last meal was eaten on the train in the morning.

The Last Supper?

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

It's just that at this time, his face was mottled with tears, and this smile was probably not very good-looking.

Immediately, Xu Guangling washed his face carefully, then came to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Many of the ingredients had been used up or disposed of before leaving, and now the refrigerator was empty. It's not right to say empty, because there's one more thing, potatoes.

This is the only thing that can put a little more time, and because of this, it was left by Xu Guangling.

But there are not many, only six. Of course, it is enough. Xu Guangling took three of them, then washed, peeled, shredded, and then stir-fried in the pot.

Sauté shredded potatoes.

If you fry vegetarianly, most of the outside methods will add a little vinegar, and after a little stir-frying, you will get out of the pot and eat it until it is crispy in your mouth. In addition, in order to prevent the starch on the surface of the shredded potatoes from sticking to the pan, before stir-frying, most of the shredded potatoes should be passed in water for a while, the starch should be rinsed off, drained and then put into the pot.

It's actually quite delicious to fry it like this, but Xu Guangling can't get used to it.

Because that's not what his mom did.

His mother just shredded the potatoes, directly into the oil pan to stir-fry, and it is slightly more oil, a longer stir-fry time, after stir-frying, but also let the shredded potatoes in the pot and fry again, fry to the surface, fry until slightly burnt, and then start the pot and serve the plate.

Mixing rice with such shredded potatoes, especially that sauce, is a meal that Xu Guangling has often eaten and liked very much since he was a child.

That taste, that taste, that 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 liked, then it was a habit, then it became a matter of course, and then it became a remembrance, and the only one in this life.

So over the years, I have eaten a lot of dishes in restaurants and hotels outside, and slowly, there is one dish that Xu Guangling no longer ordered.

Sauté shredded potatoes.

No, it's not because you don't like it.

Simply because that's not the smell of being imprinted in life.

At this time, with bits and pieces of thoughts, the shredded potatoes in the pot are finally ready, and when the lid is lifted, the water vapor rises, and part of it falls to the bottom of the pot, making a slight sizzling sound, and at the same time, the familiar sweet smell permeates the entire kitchen.

Put it on a plate, sit at the table, and Xu Guangling savored it.

Well, it's a savor. Whether it's the Last Supper or not, it's a very special meal. I don't know if it's because of my intentions, or simply because I'm hungry, Xu Guangling feels that this shredded potato seems to be extra sweet than before.

I once heard that someone eats rice and chews it almost one grain of rice, which is a bit incredible for Xu Guangling in the past, but at this time, he did not deliberately slow down, but Xu Guangling inexplicably responded to that way of eating, and the shredded potatoes on the plate were almost sent into his mouth one by one.

This is how mom does it.

But in fact, there is still a little difference between the taste and what my mother makes. Maybe it's because the shredded potatoes are different in size, maybe it's because the heat is different, or maybe it's just because one is being tasted now, and the other is in memory.

Memories are a magical storage box.

Some things will fade and be mottled when you put them in, and some things will automatically beautify them and last for a long time.

A plate of shredded potatoes was eaten for almost a full hour, and there was not a single left. Not only was there not a single left, but even the mashed potatoes that had turned into powder and deposited on the plate were also clustered by Xu Guangling with chopsticks and eaten cleanly.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a little oil left, this plate would almost never have to be washed.

Of course, it's just a joke that you don't need to wash or anything. Next, Xu Guangling cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, then washed his hands and brushed his teeth, and then came to the window again to look at the street scene outside.

It was already late at night, so the bustle of day and night was mostly silent, but not completely silent. - There should be no vampires in the city, but many people have a synchronized routine with the legendary vampires. At this time, it is only late at night, and it is not until the dawn comes, or even the sun rises, that it is their time to rest.

After a final glance at the street scene, Xu Guangling turned around, with a hint of crispness and a hint of absoluteness, and went to bed.

Come on.

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

In the past, Xu Guangling actually had some insomnia symptoms, which used to be very serious, especially in the year or two after his parents' accident, there was hardly a night when he could fall asleep peacefully, either he couldn't sleep, or he finally fell asleep, but suddenly he had palpitations in his dream.

Nightmares, it's actually still good.

There is a kind of unbearable thing called dreaming. In the dream, his father taught him to memorize and write, his mother taught him the piano, taught him to compose, and then when he was hungry, the family sat in the living room to eat. Often while eating, I suddenly wake up from a dream.

It wasn't until two or three years later that things got better.

But even now, the symptoms of insomnia have not completely disappeared.

Today, however, the situation is a little different. Maybe it's too late? But that's not a reason, intractable insomnia doesn't go away because you sleep late, it stubbornly stays with you every time you lie down. But today, that's not the case.

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