In the restaurant, there are two meats and two vegetables, one soup and a little bit of heart, and take away rice.

The rice made by women is delicious, with a full range of color, fragrance and taste.

I had two rice dumplings hot and sat alone by the big dining table. The switch under the table was turned on, and the meal in the middle of the table was always hot.

Zongzi is made of bacon and chestnut, blood glutinous rice, white glutinous rice, and so fragrant.

Take a bite and your mouth is full of happiness.[

real.

Although from the perspective of being is not something, or other dialectical perspective, when you feel happy, you are not happy; but I still feel quite happy. From the perspective of being nothing, you may try to prove it.

Oh

One person has one person’s happiness, two people have two people’s happiness.

If you accept it, no matter how difficult it is, it will be happiness, because your heart is calm; if you reject it, the emperor will be worried because of your heart.

I am so free to be alone. I have done all four dishes and one soup when I eat, and my stomach is a little overwhelmed. Why do I feel a little mentally retarded?

Hahaha, I'm not careful and I'm sweating!

No one was hungry for me, today~ I looked carefully and I was so scared that I wouldn't talk about two bowls of rice. I could even eat four dishes, which was very scary.

After eating too much, my stomach felt very comfortable. I gave up washing dishes and washing the pots, and moved to the balcony for some breathing.

The phone rang, and I took a look and it was another strange phone.

Just, I'm too lazy to care.

In this world, there are only one or two people who need me to care about, and no more than three at most.

I don’t think Yin Yijie would call me like this, and I probably wouldn’t be comfortable either, and I probably wouldn’t be able to do it at the University of Song.

Since that's the case, I just ignore it.

It was a bit cold on the balcony.

There was a crack in the window, and a cool wind blew in.

The night is deep.

The sky is dark.

The air floats with a layer of unseen depression.[

Street lights, dim.

In those shaded corners, unmelted snow was piled up, one or two feet thick, painted black, like a pile of coal.

Here, or since I was a child, I have never seen snow that will not melt for five days.

This year, we can definitely add a not-so-tongued mark to the history of this city.

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Chapter completed!