"Dididi~DidiDi~"

I sat up from the bed suddenly, gasping for air, my clothes soaked with sweat, my heart beating violently, and I could even hear the sound coming from my chest clearly.

I had a nightmare that I was dead, on my way home from work late at night, I was hit by a large truck, and I can even vividly recall the blinding white light and the pain of shattering bones all over my body when the truck crashed into me.

I raised my hand and moved, and there was a slight feeling of soreness on my body, which seemed to confirm my dream, or maybe it was caused by not sleeping well.

I turned off the alarm clock on my bedside phone, wiped the sweat from my face, and sat on the edge of the bed, holding my head with my hands, trying to remember more things from my dreams.

But I don't seem to remember anything other than the truck that crashed into me, and the pain that went deep into my bones.

"Live."

Just as I was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears, it was a man's voice.

"Who!"

I immediately looked around to find the source of the sound, but as far as I could see, there was no second person but me in the bedroom I knew so well, and there was nothing else capable of making it. I couldn't help but wonder if it was due to excessive stress that I was having auditory hallucinations.

Shaking my head, I turned around and picked up my phone at the bedside and looked at the time, 11:00.

The mobile phone showed that there were two missed calls, one was from my father and the other was from Taili.

I didn't rush to return the call, I got up and moved my limbs, I always felt a little stiff, and I turned my neck again, as if I was sleeping.

The weather was already a little cool in autumn, so I picked up a thin jacket from the chair on the desk next to me and put it on, ready to go to the toilet to wash my face and sober up.

Pushing open the bedroom door and entering the living room, I frowned, a little unaccustomed to the smell.

In the living room, near the door, I saw where the scent of the incense candle came from.

It was a dark brown shrine, which seemed to be enshrined as a bodhisattva, with a golden body, kind eyebrows, holding a Zen staff in one hand and a white bead in the other, sitting on a golden lotus flower. In front of it were a pair of red candles and three incense sticks, apparently freshly lit.

I don't know which Bodhisattva it is, but it always feels familiar. This is the father invited back, every morning and evening three incense offerings.

Speaking of Dad, he should be busy at the breakfast shop downstairs. It is said to be a breakfast shop, but in fact, brunch is on sale, mainly some porridge and simple stir-fry.

The store was opened by my father after he retired from the hotel. My father, who has been a cook all his life, wanted to enjoy his old age after retirement, but after just a few months of rest, after going out for a walk around Tiannan Haibei and coming back, he couldn't be idle again, so he discussed with me to find something to do.

Dad originally thought that he would go back to the hotel to take charge of the cook, after all, the older and more experienced the chef work, the more sought-after he became, and the owner of the hotel was naturally very happy.

But I thought about the fact that my father used to get up early and be greedy when he was working in the hotel, and now that he was old, I was afraid that he would not be able to stand it, so I discussed with him that it would be better to open a small shop by himself, be a chef by himself, and then hire a small worker to clean up and greet guests.

He specializes in pastries and stir-fries, so he can sell brunch, and when he closes in the afternoon, he can do whatever he wants.

When my father heard this idea, he thought it was good, and he had worked all his life, and he had not been a boss himself, so he took his pension and rented a store downstairs and opened a breakfast shop.

After all, he has been a cook all his life, and his craftsmanship is not to be said. Because of the good taste and affordable price, the business of the breakfast shop has been good, and most of the people who come to the restaurant are neighbors, and this restaurant has naturally become my canteen.

When I came back to my senses, looking at the freshly lit incense, I was a little puzzled, in the past, my father used to offer incense and candles before going out in the morning, but today this incense was obviously just lit, could it be that my father forgot to put on the incense in the morning, and he came back just now?

I didn't think about it anymore, I went into the bathroom and washed my face, and suddenly I was a lot more awake, and the nerves that were tense due to the nightmare just now gradually relaxed, and I looked at myself in the mirror closely, my face was a little pale, and there were a lot of bloodshot eyes, obviously I didn't sleep well last night, and my mental state was a little poor.

Looking at the sweat-soaked clothes on his body, he thought about it, went back to the room to find a change of clothes, and took a simple shower.

After taking a shower, I suddenly felt refreshed, and the whole person was resurrected with full blood. So I was going downstairs to have lunch, and then I went back to the stage to prepare for the evening show.

Since I host a late-night show, the working hours are not the typical 9 to 6 in the morning. Usually at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will go to the station to clock in, have a meeting with the editor to discuss the content of various manuscripts of the evening program, and sometimes I will encounter temporary tasks assigned by the leader, or hold some other meetings, and most of the time I can get off work at five o'clock and have free activities. At about 10 o'clock in the evening, I had to go back to the station and start preparing for the show, and I didn't finish the day's work until 1 o'clock in the morning.

When I got home after I was busy, I took a shower and went to bed, and it was basically two or three o'clock. So I usually wake up the next day, and it's basically noon, which saves me a breakfast in my father's shop.

As soon as I went downstairs to the door of the store, I saw two children chasing and playing in the store, and one accidentally bumped into Ah Shui, who was serving vegetables.

Ah Shui is a waiter in the store, in the words of his father, he is young, honest, quick to work, and a good child.

Ah Shui, who was hit by the child, was unstable, and the dish smashed to the ground from his hand, and suddenly the vegetable soup splashed, and the ground was in a mess. But fortunately, it didn't hit the two children.

Hearing the noise, the father hurriedly came out of the kitchen, saw this scene, turned back and got a clean rag, came out to wipe the dirty places on the child's body, and at the same time told Ah Shui to quickly clean up the ground.

The parents of the two children on the side were checking whether the child was injured, and at the same time apologized to the father again and again, saying that he did not take good care of the child, and said that he would compensate for the broken dishes.

Dad shook his head with a smile and said that they are all led by the neighborhood, you are welcome, the child is not injured, just pay attention next time.

Cleaning the child, Dad stood up and saw me walk into the store.

"Stinky boy, sit, come right away." He smiled again and said to me.

I wanted to ask my dad if he had gone upstairs just now, but as soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the kitchen, and I didn't have time to speak.