I'd love to live next door to you
Chapter 692
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The annual New Year's Eve is just around the corner.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Han jingnian went to the supermarket alone. He bought a lot of new year's products. He packed seven big bags and took three times to pick them up from the underground parking lot.
He put all the new year's products into the refrigerator, put on the apron of Hello Kitty, and began to prepare the new year's dinner.
Three hours later, a table full of color and fragrance of new year's Eve dinner, placed on the table.
He took off his apron and habitually shouted, "good night, dinner."
In response to his habit of silence.
Han jingnian, with his lips closed, stood at the table for a while. Then he went to the place where Xia goodnight used to like to sit. He gently pulled the chair apart. Then he took a spoon and filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of the chair.
Around the dining table, sitting directly opposite that position, Han jingnian filled himself with a bowl of soup.
As he moved his chopsticks, he occasionally brought a chopstick dish to the opposite plate, which made his fingertips tremble slightly.
He suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked out of the window. When his mood became stable, he did not move his chopsticks, but casually lifted his fingertips and slid them on the table.
At first, he just scratched, scratched, his fingertips became two words: Ann.
An'an, An'an, An'an
When he didn't know how many times he wrote the name, he suddenly remembered that once when he went home, she sat alone in the restaurant to eat. When he went into the restaurant to get water, he saw that there was a word "Wei" left on her desk. At that time, he wondered what she wrote Now he finally understood.
She didn't write "Wei", she wrote "Han" "Han" in Han Dynasty.
On the dining table that day, as today, there were two pieces of chopsticks. He was also curious about how she used them alone Now he knows the scene and the taste, all of them.
In the time when he ignored her, she was just like him now, staying in this house silently, devoured by loneliness, infected by thoughts, and then using two chopsticks to create the illusion of his home
"Meow" ~ "
a suckling cat call brings back Han's long thought.
He turned his head and looked at the marble table next to him. It was a small mirror that jumped onto the dining table and squatted beside him. He was looking at himself with his head askew.
He reached out his long, clean fingertips and gently stroked the head of the small mirror, which squinted comfortably.
Looking at such a small mirror, Han jingnian's eyebrows and eyes suddenly warm down. He seems to see her through the small mirror. The more gentle his eyes become, I don't know how long it took him to touch the fingertips of the small mirror and stop slowly. After standing for a moment, he blinked a little, and said: "little mirror, I miss her very much."
I miss her very much.
The little mirror seemed to understand the meaning of Han jingnian's words. "Woo", and the whole cat lay listless on the table.
"Little mirror, I didn't protect her..."
The little mirror turned and licked the palm of Han's hand.
"Little mirror, are you comforting me? Don't worry, I will be ok They all think I woke up because of grandma, but it's not I woke up because of her... "
The annual New Year's Eve is just around the corner.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Han jingnian went to the supermarket alone. He bought a lot of new year's products. He packed seven big bags and took three times to pick them up from the underground parking lot.
He put all the new year's products into the refrigerator, put on the apron of Hello Kitty, and began to prepare the new year's dinner.
Three hours later, a table full of color and fragrance of new year's Eve dinner, placed on the table.
He took off his apron and habitually shouted, "good night, dinner."
In response to his habit of silence.
Han jingnian, with his lips closed, stood at the table for a while. Then he went to the place where Xia goodnight used to like to sit. He gently pulled the chair apart. Then he took a spoon and filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of the chair.
Around the dining table, sitting directly opposite that position, Han jingnian filled himself with a bowl of soup.
As he moved his chopsticks, he occasionally brought a chopstick dish to the opposite plate, which made his fingertips tremble slightly.
He suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked out of the window. When his mood became stable, he did not move his chopsticks, but casually lifted his fingertips and slid them on the table.
At first, he just scratched, scratched, his fingertips became two words: Ann.
An'an, An'an, An'an
When he didn't know how many times he wrote the name, he suddenly remembered that once when he went home, she sat alone in the restaurant to eat. When he went into the restaurant to get water, he saw that there was a word "Wei" left on her desk. At that time, he wondered what she wrote Now he finally understood.
She didn't write "Wei", she wrote "Han" "Han" in Han Dynasty.
On the dining table that day, as today, there were two pieces of chopsticks. He was also curious about how she used them alone Now he knows the scene and the taste, all of them.
In the time when he ignored her, she was just like him now, staying in this house silently, devoured by loneliness, infected by thoughts, and then using two chopsticks to create the illusion of his home
"Meow" ~ "
a suckling cat call brings back Han's long thought.
He turned his head and looked at the marble table next to him. It was a small mirror that jumped onto the dining table and squatted beside him. He was looking at himself with his head askew.
He reached out his long, clean fingertips and gently stroked the head of the small mirror, which squinted comfortably.
Looking at such a small mirror, Han jingnian's eyebrows and eyes suddenly warm down. He seems to see her through the small mirror. The more gentle his eyes become, I don't know how long it took him to touch the fingertips of the small mirror and stop slowly. After standing for a moment, he blinked a little, and said: "little mirror, I miss her very much."
I miss her very much.
The little mirror seemed to understand the meaning of Han jingnian's words. "Woo", and the whole cat lay listless on the table.
"Little mirror, I didn't protect her..."
The little mirror turned and licked the palm of Han's hand.
"Little mirror, are you comforting me? Don't worry, I will be ok They all think I woke up because of grandma, but it's not I woke up because of her... "
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