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At home, even in his own room.
Through a direct transmigration, he returned to this place directly from the club on Commercial Street.
Looking at all the familiar objects in the room, he felt as if he had been away for a lifetime. The club had a place to rest. In fact, the two upper floors of the club were used for living.
As the owner of the club, if he didn't plan to wait for death, he could always live a long life. The long river of time would make the owner of the club lose his home. The only thing left was the club.
So the upper two floors of the club were very exquisite.
However, those things were still very far away for Luoqiu. The expensive incense burning on the upper floor of the club made people feel relaxed and happy, but it couldn't compare with the bedding in this small room full of the smell of sunshine.
Luoqiu turned on the old CD player in the room. The slowly flowing notes made him feel comfortable.
He lay on the bed, trying to recall what happened in the past two days.
He had completed the first transaction. The remaining 30 days of life became 60 days. It was not because of the extra 30 days that he could be relaxed about his situation. It was just because Luoqiu felt that if he couldn't be alone and calm down, it would be difficult for him to plan what he should do next.
He was not a natural rational person. But because of the long period of solitude, the loneliness that always lingered in the bottom of his heart made him more accustomed to thinking.
Under normal circumstances, there was a fundamental difference between doing something after thinking it through and doing it without thinking. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↑ Say △ w
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He slowly planned his own path. If nothing unexpected happened, his life would have no end in sight. He would not age, but after ten or at most twenty years, this secret would not be kept.
The club drifted around. This time, it came to the commercial street. Probably because of this reason.
There was no way to stay in one place for too long, and it was even more impossible to have any involvement. He couldn't have a family because he had to disappear from their eyes when he was the happiest. In addition to the pain of his family, he was afraid that he would also have his own sadness.
Luoqiu suddenly understood why the previous owner of the club showed such ecstasy and couldn't wait to be liberated from this loneliness.
The former boss might have watched his relatives, lovers, and even descendants die of old age one by one — of course, this was just Luoqiu's baseless guess.
Before he came back, he asked You Ye what kind of person the former boss was. And from You Ye's answer, he only knew that the former boss was a man of few words.
The former boss would only appear when a customer appeared. Most of the time, he would stay in his room and listen to music from an ancient music box for the entire day.
. and You Ye listened for three hundred years.
In this case, it was quite terrifying — Perhaps one day, Luo Qiu would be like his former boss. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↑ Say △ w
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"First of all, like a normal person, spend the next ten years."
Perhaps the future would be accompanied by loneliness for eternity. But for Luo Qiu, at an age where he was still full of fantasies, he was more interested in the mysteries brought by the club and all kinds of incredible things.
The CD player played an English song, which accompanied him to sleep. The song was called "Race".
When he was about to fall asleep, Luoqiu felt that if what he yearned for was loneliness, then all this might be a strange grace for him.
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When he woke up at night.
He probably woke up because he heard the movement from the kitchen at home.
Luoqiu walked out of his room. The smell from the kitchen indicated that the cook was cooking his favorite dish.
The woman was very simple, wearing a simple blue shirt and jeans. Her hair was tied up casually, and she was busy in the kitchen with an apron.
Although she was very simple, she was also young and beautiful. In today's society, 29 years old was the most beautiful time for a woman.
Maybe there were many successful men pursuing her, but obviously she spent all that time at home taking care of her children.
Ren Ziling, who said it was out of interest, had been working as a reporter in a newspaper office after graduation. It seemed that she was now the deputy chief editor.
The young reporter met Luo Qiu's father in the process of reporting a murder case. Then, as if she was bewitched, she fell in love with Luo Qiu's father, a widower who lost his wife in his early years.
Maybe something happened in the process that could shake the middle-aged man and the young woman, and Luoqiu didn't know about it.
Then, in the monotonous two rooms and one living room, the smell of this woman called Ren Ziling began to appear.
It had been three years … after that man passed away.
But she was still there.
"Luoqiu, you're awake? I wanted to wake you up after cooking. "Ren Ziling heard the movement behind her, grabbed the spatula used for cooking, and turned around.
Ren Ziling's bangs were stuck to her forehead, probably because she was too angry. They looked like silk threads that had been sewn in the wrong place by a needlewoman.
Seeing Luoqiu looking at her without a word, Ren Ziling subconsciously touched her face, "Is my face dirty?"
Luoqiu shook his head, turned around, and planned to watch TV in the living room for a while, but he still reminded her, "… The ventilator is not on."
"Ah! Not good!! "
As if she had just woken up, Ren Ziling hurriedly turned on the ventilator. She was in a hurry, but she still emphasized calmly, "It'll be very quick! We'll be able to eat soon, do you want to wash your hands first? "
Of course, she didn't hear Luoqiu's response. Ren Ziling was also used to it, and was busy heating the food on the pot.
Luoqiu turned on the TV and began to watch the news — it was almost like this for the past few years.
At nine o 'clock in the evening, it was dinner time.
Ren Ziling seemed to be very proud to recommend her cooking to Luoqiu, and directly put the food into Luoqiu's bowl.
Luoqiu suddenly said, "If you're busy with work recently, you don't have to come back to cook."
The club was operating as usual … Perhaps Luoqiu's time was more unstable than the current deputy editor of the newspaper.
Ren Ziling suddenly knocked on Luoqiu's bowl with chopsticks, and said with a straight face, "Luoqiu, I don't think I asked you what's going on a 'trip', right? Then shouldn't you reserve my rights as a mother? "
"Well …"
Luoqiu could only lower his head and eat the braised meatballs in brown sauce in the bowl.
Sure enough … It had been a few years, but she still couldn't cook well.
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Perhaps because she was too tired, after eating and washing up, Ren Ziling directly went into the room and fell asleep without caring about the unwashed dishes.
After Luoqiu washed the bowls and chopsticks, he planned to enjoy the wind on the balcony, but suddenly he heard You Ye's call, saying that there were new guests in the club.
The so-called new guests referred to those who didn't find the club because of the certificate, but came in by themselves … They were new guests.
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