Liu Min died, and Tan Zhijiang suddenly felt the taste of people going to the empty building.

He is always alone at work and after work, although his daughter sometimes comes to see him with her grandson, but after all, it can fill the loneliness for a while, and it can't fill the loneliness of the night.

Sometimes he wishes he was always in the unit and never left work. Every time I have no choice but to get off work and return home, I can see Liu Min everywhere, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bedroom, Liu Min used to be by his side every day, he has long become a habit, he has long been accustomed to the figure of the woman who is not tall, dark-complexion and fat. Speaking from the heart, that figure is no longer beautiful or ugly for him, but it is a kind symbol.

That figure has been with him day and night for so many years, surrounding his daily life, joys and sorrows, caring for him, taking care of him, although sometimes there is some inexplicable and wonderful vinegar smell permeating the room, but now it seems that it is not the most vivid fragment of his and Liu Min's life?

The soil of the spider plant and pothos on the windowsill has dried up, and these were all played by Liu Min before, but now without Liu Min, those flowers and plants have lost their vitality. Tan Zhijiang took the watering can and began to water the flowers one by one.

It seems that in just a few days, the spider plant and pothos have yellow leaves, Tan Zhijiang took out the scissors for pruning flowers and plants from the drawer, and carefully cut those yellow leaves page by page.

The yellow leaves were cut off, the water was watered, and the flowers and plants were rejuvenated. Withered flowers and plants can be reborn, but what about the departed?

Tan Zhijiang thought about this, and couldn't help but feel sad.

He had no intention of admiring the flowers and plants that had been rejuvenated, put the scissors in a drawer, and sat down on the sofa decadently.

The clock rang seven times, Tan Zhijiang looked up, and saw that the sky outside the window had shown a dark blue, and he felt that his stomach began to "growl", so he got up and went to the kitchen.

There was almost nothing left in the refrigerator, only a few yams were left, which were bought when Liu Min was there, Tan Zhijiang looked at it, and couldn't help but feel sad, he took out a yam, washed it, and put it on the cutting board.

He saw that there were still a few bags of dragon whisker noodles next to the cutting board, so he poured a bowl of water into the pot, put a little salt, and then put the noodles in, the noodles were tumbling in the clear water, looking pure and lonely, Tan Zhijiang used a kitchen knife to cut the yam into small slices, put them in the pot, and watched the yam slices tumble in the pot for a while.

He wanted to add some more sesame oil to it, but he picked up the bottle and saw that it was empty, so he threw the empty bottle into the trash, turned off the heat, and poured the noodles and soup and water into the bowl.

Tan Zhijiang sat at the table with a bowl of noodles, he looked at this bowl of yam noodles and couldn't help but have a sour nose. In the past, he didn't like Liu Min's cooking and never played cards according to the rules, she could match the most irrelevant foods together, such as this yam noodles. Tan Zhijiang, as a bureau chief, has been to high, medium and low-end restaurants for so many years, and he has never been to any kind of restaurant, but all the restaurants almost do not have yam noodles.

He knew that this was Liu Min's originality, just like her fried walnut kernels with shredded pickles, fried pork kidneys with shredded potatoes, stewed pork ribs with purple potatoes, etc., which were all Liu Min's inventions and creations, and the unique Liu's method. In the past, he played with Liu Min, saying that Liu Min was unique and created his own sect, calling these dishes Liu's cuisine.

Liu Min knew that his words were ironic, so he didn't say anything, but he did it later. Liu Min's characteristic is that as long as people say what nutrition this dish has, what nutrition that kind of dish has, she will combine those dishes mechanically no matter what the taste is, she feels that the taste of the meal is secondary, and the important thing is its nutritional value.

Tan Zhijiang picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, feeling a little salty, so he looked at the bowl of noodles blankly, but he no longer had the desire or hope to eat.

My daughter called and asked him if he had eaten.

He said he did.

The daughter asked what he was eating, and he said noodles. Then his daughter told him a few words to pay attention to his body and so on, and hung up the phone.

Tan Zhijiang pushed away the bowl of noodles, returned to the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

The TV is playing the Korean film "Da Jang Jin", Liu Min used to like to watch this drama, he felt sticky and long, he sarcastically said that this drama is an old lady's footwrap is smelly and long, Liu Min disagreed, and watched it with relish.

Now he can't say what the psychology is, for a few days, he began to watch "Da Chang Jin" episode by episode, calm down and watch it, he feels that it is not as smelly and long as he said, and gradually it feels quite interesting. He remembered the sentence, "There is no right to speak without investigation", and now he feels that practice really makes true knowledge, blind veto and blind affirmation are unacceptable, there is no sentence, looking at the fur to speak.

He Fei called Tan Zhijiang, he told Tan Zhijiang that he and Gu Xiaojing had traveled to the south, and made him want to open a little, he said that he would come back in a few days to drink with him, Tan Zhijiang smiled bitterly and said okay.

He knew that He Fei had gotten a marriage certificate with Gu Xiaojing. He knows everything about this matter, although he doesn't believe it yet, but things have changed dramatically, whether he is an adult or not, just like Liu Min's death, admit it or not, that's all the truth.

He couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, just the word "ridiculous", like a floating object in the sea, a wave knocked it down, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared again.

He feels that he now believes more and more in the phrase "life is like a play", as soon as everyone is born, it is equivalent to crying on the stage, after a series of love and hatred on the stage, sad and happy, and then maybe one day, say thank you for the curtain call. Sometimes, you are on his stage, he is on your stage, and there is a lot of noise, long or short, and each stage cannot escape the arrangement of God, the chief director, and I don't know when you will be closed. It's just that some people's plays are longer and the curtain call is slower, and some people's plays are shorter and the curtain call is faster.

He knew in his heart that He Fei and Jiang Xueyun should not divorce, if they said divorce, there were so many people around him, the two of them were noisy, and even went to the Civil Affairs Bureau a few times and did not get divorced in the end, if they said divorce, it should be their divorce, and it was not He Fei's turn to wait in line. However, it was that He Fei and Jiang Xueyun divorced quietly.

He thought that Jiang Xueyun must be so sad that he couldn't do it.

Cheng Hui called him and said that she and Chu Yu wanted to come and see him.

Tan Zhijiang said, I'm fine, I want to be quiet, you better go and see the snow clouds.

Cheng Hui said what's wrong?

Tan Zhijiang said that He Fei and Jiang Xueyun divorced. Then he reported Chen Tianyu to the case, let He Yiming go to prison, and put forward conditions for He Fei to divorce and marry Gu Xiaojing, and told Cheng Hui as it was.

Cheng Hui understood, she was so angry that she said that this must be Gu Xiaojing's idea, how old Chen Tianyu is, and he can't do it according to his mother's wishes.

Tan Zhijiang said Hey, no matter whose idea it is, now that the matter has come to this, you go and see Xueyun, I'm afraid she won't be able to stand it.

Cheng Hui said Okay, then you should pay attention to your body yourself, and we will go to see Sister Xueyun.

Putting down Cheng Hui's phone, Tan Zhijiang got up and went into the study to read the book, he habitually wanted to reach out to the cup next to him to drink pear water, Liu Min used to know that he had a bad stomach when he drank alcohol, and always boiled pear water for him to sober up and nourish his heart and lungs, but now he stretched out his hand, but what he picked up was an empty cup.

Tan Zhijiang sighed softly, pushed the cup to the side, and looked at the book alone.

At about eight o'clock, Tan Zhijiang heard the doorbell ring.

He couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the door, who could come at this time, Tan Zhijiang got up and went to open the door.

When he reached the gate, he did not open the door immediately, but looked out through the door, and he saw the figure of a woman carrying a rice cooker in her hand, and he looked up along the rice cooker, and saw a familiar face with a little sadness.

It's Yao Jia here.

Tan Zhijiang opened the door, looked at Yao Jia and said, why are you here? Come on in.

Yao Jia looked at Tan Zhijiang and followed Tan Zhijiang into the house.

Yao Jia came to the dining table, saw the bowl of yam noodles, didn't feel a light smile, and said, who made the noodles for you?

Liu Min did. Tan Zhijiang replied without thinking, but from Yao Jia's surprised and somewhat frightened expression, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed it, saying that I did it.

Yao Jia said that how can yams be put in noodles, look at you, you can't cook and make your own foolishness, how can you eat this?

You can eat and you can eat. Tan Zhijiang said, picked up the chopsticks, picked out a chopstick noodle and sent it to his mouth, but the noodles were too salty, and Tan Zhijiang couldn't help but show a painful expression.

Yao Jia smiled, she said don't eat, I'll bring you food.

Yao Jia said and opened the rice cooker, and immediately a fragrance came to his nose, Tan Zhijiang took a sip sharply, Yao Jia smiled, she said This is the small wonton with three fresh fillings that I wrapped, and you used to eat it the most.

Tan Zhijiang looked at those small wontons, and remembered that when he was in college, Yao Jia sometimes made small wontons for him in the dormitory, at that time, the meals in the school were relatively simple, mostly steamed buns and pickles, Yao Jia occasionally wrapped small wontons for him, and every time he had a feeling of New Year's Eve.

Now, looking at those little ravioli, he feels very familiar.

He hurriedly ran to the kitchen, took two bowls and said, you haven't eaten yet, let's eat together.

Tan Zhijiang said, picked up the spoon and filled two bowls of wontons from the rice cooker, Yao Jia poured the fried side dishes in the plastic bag into a small plate, the side dishes were delicate and beautiful, Tan Zhijiang said that he looked good, and then took a big chopstick, put it in his mouth, and said that it was delicious and delicious.

Yao Jia looked at Tan Zhijiang and unconsciously overflowed with a happy smile.

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