On a cloudy day, the skylight is warm but not dazzling. The clay pot in front of the window is full of purple grass flowers. The flowers are shaped like small bells.

The wind blew slowly, and Lu Mingfei's eyes followed the rise and fall of the curtains. The picture on the curtains was of a little bear holding a strawberry.

From waking up to now, except for his eyes, he has not even moved his little finger.

Because it is so comfortable, it feels like an early summer afternoon, when I have just woken up naturally, and my limbs are all at ease, just like the summer in my childhood.

He vaguely remembered that he fell in a snowstorm, and he also remembered the frozen Northern Siberia and the desperate journey. The huge sleigh at the end was both real and illusory, as if Santa Claus came to save him.

There was absolutely no reason for him to wake up in such an ordinary but comfortable bedroom, and according to the body temperature, it should be in a subtropical southern city.

He should be alert, even scared, but somehow he felt relaxed.

--The howling north wind in Northern Siberia was like a nightmare. He finally woke up from the nightmare, and now the world is peaceful.

It may also be death. There is a saying that before people go to hell, they will go through a stage called "bardo". In this stage, the soul will see various strange scenes and look back on its life.

He slowly stood up and looked around the bedroom he was in. It was a very ordinary bedroom, with Chinese bamboo and wood furniture, simple and elegant colors, even a little rustic and shabby. The curtain cloth with the little bear hugging the strawberry looked like it was ten yuan a piece at the night market.

Bargain rice.

What’s surprising is the crazy and messy painting on the wall. At first glance, you might think it was a child’s graffiti, but Lu Mingfei knew it was the work of Jackson Pollock, the master of American abstraction, even though the work had already been auctioned.

The price is sky-high, but the public is still unfamiliar with this name.

The owner will hang Pollock's paintings, of course they are copies, but he should be a fairly educated person.

Lu Mingfei walked out of the bedroom and wandered around.

This is a quite old apartment, with three rooms, one living room, two bedrooms, a study room, plus a small kitchen and bathroom. The room is quite tidy, but judging from the frayed towel on the sofa, this is a poor family.

Most of the books in the bookcase are classics. Unlike the newly renovated offices of the chairman of the board, the gilded English versions of the Encyclopedia stand in a row, with no page turned. The books here have been turned over and over again.

This must be a family of three, because there are three mouthwash cups on the bathroom counter.

Judging from the layout, this should be a Khrushchev building. In 1957, Soviet leader Khrushchev began to build this kind of economical residential building in order to solve people's livelihood problems. China has also imitated many of them.

A small, cramped apartment in a Khrushchev building was occupied by a family of somewhat poor intellectuals, but he felt that this place was very familiar to him inexplicably.

He tried to open the door and leave, but the door was locked from behind. He tried to use the force of his Baji Fist to break the lock bolt, but his wrist was hurt by the shock.

Lu Mingfei walked around the room, trying to find some clues.

He stopped by the window and looked at the purple flowers on the window sill through the glass. The first time he woke up, he saw these flowers, and for some reason they felt familiar.

He suddenly remembered that this plant is called bellflower. It is native to Europe and blooms in early summer. It was introduced and cultivated in various parts of China at the end of the last century, including Lu Mingfei's hometown.

One day when Lulincheng came home from get off work, he brought back a small bag of seeds, saying they were given by his friend who worked in the botanical garden.

The father and son spent their weekends burning many crooked clay pots. After a few weeks of watering and fertilizing, the bluebells actually sprouted.

That summer, Lu Mingfei felt particularly proud because the windowsill of his house was full of purple bellflowers, and he told everyone he met them.

He hurried back to the study, pulled out a copy of Kant's "Metaphysics of Morals" from the bookshelf, and opened the first page - "Lulin City bought it from Xinhua Bookstore in August 1993."

He went home, not to his uncle and aunt's home, but to his own home!

At this moment, the door lock rang, and Lu Mingfei's hair stood on end, not knowing whether it was fear or anticipation.

The door was pushed open, and a woman in a plain floral dress, carrying a shopping bag, entered the door in a hurry, and knocked the door shut with her heels.

She didn't even glance at Lu Mingfei out of the corner of her eye, but she was talking to Lu Mingfei, "I'm a college graduate. I don't want to go to a job fair to submit my resume to find a job. I just know that the cat is at home."

Sleep and play games! Do you want to chew on your old age? We don’t have enough room for you to chew on.”

She took out the meat and vegetables from the plastic bag, then entered the small kitchen with great enthusiasm, and started working with a clank.

Lu Mingfei put down the book and stared at himself in the mirror.

Wearing a white sleeveless vest, baggy shorts, and a pair of plastic slippers, her hair was swaying from sleep, and her face was a little tanned.

An ordinary boy, no need to use any special description.

The aristocratic aura he had immersed in Kassel Academy disappeared, along with his hard-earned muscles, or rather, they never existed at all.

If he had never opened that mysterious door, based on his original life trajectory, he would have been such an ordinary person.

He put down the book in his hand, tiptoed to the kitchen, stood by the door, and looked at the back of the woman cooking from a distance.

The woman is quite tall and has a rather small frame. She is not the kind of graceful lady that Chinese people like, but her refreshing energy is a bit like that of an American woman.

She looks to be in her forties, and she still has wavy curly hair. She maintains a good figure and is energetic. When she cooks, she seems to be commanding an army.

"I'm telling you, even if you don't go out to look for a job, you should make a few more friends and go out to bask in the sun. Your old cat is almost growing mushrooms at home."

"There is no high or low job. It all starts with small things. You can just find a job sending and receiving letters and do it first!"

"Delivering express delivery is hard work, whether it's wind or rain, but if you temper your will, you can make a lot of money."

The woman heard his footsteps, spoke to him, but did not look back, and disembowelled a naked chicken.

Lu Mingfei said nothing and looked at her silently.

She said a lot but no one responded. She turned around and said angrily, "Help me when you get here! Go and peel two heads of garlic for me!"

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Such a beautiful and energetic woman has aged a bit and has a bunch of small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes are still sharp.

After she gave this order, Lu Mingfei should have gone crazy, but he didn't. He took two steps forward, led the trot, opened his arms and hugged the woman.

"Mom, I miss you so much." He buried his head in the big waves, "I may have slept for too long."

The woman was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. Even if he hugged her for a long time, she couldn't hug him back because she was holding a knife in one hand and grabbing the neck of a naked chicken with the other.

Lu Mingfei hugged her for a long time before letting go. He looked at the chicken in her hand and said, "Mom, you didn't know how to cook before."
Chapter completed!