Going around and returning to his hometown, he has experienced too much during this time, ups and downs, ups and downs, hope, and despair, standing on the land of his hometown at this time, Chu Ling suddenly had an urge to cry loudly.

His eyes were slightly moist, Chu Ling raised his head, trying his best to keep the tears from flowing, and after a long time, he relieved himself.

After the initial grievances, Chu Ling's state of mind at this time became extremely peaceful, and suddenly, he seemed to feel the Shen Qi in his heart tremble slightly, and this discovery made him ecstatic.

It seems that unconsciously, he is one step closer to the spiritual realm of the unity of heaven and man.

After getting out of the car, Chu Ling raised his feet and was about to walk home, when he passed a small store downstairs, he suddenly stopped.

"What to buy?" said the old man in the commissary, standing up at this.

"Bring me a case of beer, frozen, thank you. Chu Ling thought for a while and said.

"Okay, you can take it. The uncle picked up a case of beer and handed it to Chu Ling, who knew that Chu Ling just stretched out a hand and put it under the box, and then easily lifted the box of wine, and saw that the uncle's eyes were as round as a cow.

Chu Ling was about to leave after taking the beer, his eyes suddenly saw the cigarettes in the display cabinet below, he stood there silent for a long time, and finally said again: "Bring me two more packs of cigarettes and a lighter, thank you." ”

Putting down a box of wine, after Chu Ling paid the money, he tore open one of the packs of cigarettes, took one out of it and put it on his lips, and then lit the cigarette with a somewhat awkward movement and took a deep breath.

"Ahem, ahem!" A choking puff of smoke rushed into his chest, making Chu Ling, who hadn't smoked for a long time, couldn't help coughing a few times.

He used to learn to smoke when he was fooling around with friends when he was in junior high school, but because he didn't feel this thing at the time, he didn't get addicted to smoking, and he usually just smoked a puff or two when he needed it socially, and then he stopped smoking over time.

But today, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to smoke.

Standing in place and taking a few deep breaths, Chu Ling felt a little lighter all over his body, he picked up the box of wine, took a cigarette in his mouth, and walked slowly and leisurely towards home.

The trees on both sides were all hung with bright red bands, and the vendors who set up stalls on the side of the street, eight out of ten were selling couplets and blessing characters, and Chu Ling realized that it seemed that it would be Chinese New Year's Eve in a few days.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve was much later than before, and Chu Ling had already come over for the New Year, but he didn't expect to let him catch up.

After returning home, Chu Ling first cleaned the house inside and out, and then took out a bottle of beer, sat on the sofa and took a sip.

It seems that his family has not been targeted by others for the time being, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, at least he can spend the Spring Festival again in the place where he grew up.

Thinking about it like this, Chu Ling smiled faintly, and went out again to buy a few new couplets and blessing characters for the family, and then replaced the old ones, not only the door, but even the bedroom doors were also pasted with new ones, making the whole room beaming.

Looking at his masterpiece with great satisfaction, Chu Ling clapped his hands gently, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a happy smile, but before this smile was fully formed, he looked left and right, and the whole room was empty, as if he was independent of the world, and he was the only one left.

Chu Ling's original happy smile finally turned into a bitter smile, he sat down, took a sip of beer, lit a cigarette, and turned on the TV to watch quietly.

In the following days, except for the first day when he went out to purchase some ingredients, Chu Ling could barely move an inch, either cultivating or pondering his newly developed ability rewriting.

He had a vague hunch that if he mastered the ability to rewrite, he would be able to reach the third level and become an explorer.

Unknowingly, it came to Chinese New Year's Eve, Chu Ling took a refreshing bath, and then turned out a new dress he had bought before from the wardrobe in his bedroom and wore it on his body, which was a little big at that time, Chu Ling wore it once and didn't wear it, but now it is just right to wear.

After practicing for a few more hours, Chu Ling got up and walked into the kitchen and began to prepare for the Chinese New Year's Eve meal, in the past, he and his father had made the Chinese New Year's Eve meals together, but this time he was the only one to do it.

After ping up in the kitchen for hours, Chu Ling finally brought the meal to the table when it was completely dark.

There are a total of 12 dishes, including fish and shrimp, and the colorful dishes on the table look quite tempting, and the rich aroma makes people can't help but have an appetite just by smelling it.

Chu Ling added a bowl of rice to himself, and sat at the dining table alone, eating silently while watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV.

The cold wind blew in through the half-hidden window, and in just an instant, the food on the table lost its temperature, and those bright colors were like cold knives, stabbing into Chu Ling's heart one by one, and he couldn't pull it out again.

The warm yellow light was blown by the cold wind, and it no longer made people feel the slightest warmth, but it was like a late twilight, Chu Ling sat quietly in the twilight, and the slender shadow dragged out the loneliness and loneliness that made people's hearts tremble.

Suddenly, Chu Ling stopped his chopsticks, paused, then put down the bowl again, got up and walked into the kitchen to add two more bowls of rice, took two pairs of chopsticks, arranged them neatly on both sides of the table, and then sat down again and continued to eat.

The sketches performed on TV were very exciting, Chu Ling laughed three or four times in the process, those colorful dishes were stained with the rice he squirted everywhere, if someone ate at the same table with him, I am afraid that he would have been so disgusted that he couldn't eat it.

Chu Ling laughed and ate like this, and spouted rice from time to time, choking on tears, the rice bowls on both sides had lost their temperature at some point, Chu Ling looked up at the wall clock, it was already more than eleven fifty.

He had eaten this meal for more than five hours, and if he didn't look at the time, Chu Ling might not have felt that the meal had become cold.

He put down his rice bowl, lit himself a cigarette, took a deep breath, and took the elevator up to the top floor with the rest of the beer.

Chu Ling sat on the ground, put the beer next to him, leaned against the wall, leaned on the beer box, smoked a cigarette, drank a sip of wine, and served a chic and freehand style.

It's just that the only difference is that other people's chic is heroic, wild and high-spirited, while Chu Ling's chic is only a pool of stagnant loneliness.

As soon as the third cigarette in his hand was smoked, fireworks rose into the sky from a distance, exploding colorful and strange fireworks patterns in the air.

There was a crisp explosion in his ears, and Chu Ling looked up at the fireworks in the air, but he couldn't hear any sound in his heart.

The ever-changing light and shadow shone on Chu Ling's face, making his eyes blur.

He seemed to see Xie Yuwen's smiling face again, and then saw her smile, crying, fussing, and stupid, all the pictures that Chu Ling would forget, and through the flickering light and shadow of the fireworks, they were clearly played in front of his eyes.

Outside the building, there was a cacophony of celebrating the arrival of the New Year, but the roof of the building, and the man sitting in it, were left with only darkness and silence.

If it weren't for the flickering light of the fireworks, which lit up the roof from time to time and brought him a little light, I'm afraid the whole world would have forgotten him completely.

Chu Ling drank bottle by bottle of wine, smoked cigarettes one by one, and leaned there softly as if he had no bones.

For a long time, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or really talking to someone, but he looked up at the fireworks in the sky and said softly, "Happy New Year." ”

When the roof of the building was completely covered by darkness again, Chu Ling's eyes slowly closed, and beer bottles were scattered all over the ground.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a warm arc, it must have been some kind of sweet dream.

The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously, splashing sparks with stars.