When things came to pass, after several years, Xu Guangling was surprised to find that he was still nostalgic for this world. Just like this, standing in front of the window and looking at the neon lights outside the window, he felt that the night scene was beautiful for the first time.
It also gave him a sense of reluctance - if he could not see her again after tonight.
Clearly feeling this thought in his heart, Xu Guangling became a little awakened and smiled a little self-deprecatingly. It turned out that he had not "seen through the world of mortals" yet.
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer's body are tightly sewed before leaving, fearing that he will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Xu Guangling softly recited the song "The Wandering Son" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty, and then recited the song "Back View" by Zhu Ziqing. When he read "After I came north, he wrote me a letter,
The letter said: 'I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly, and I have a lot of inconvenience in lifting chopsticks and pens. I think I will be gone soon.'" At this time, Xu Guangling finally burst into tears, and tears rolled down his face.
At this moment, Xu Guangling had no cover and let his emotions vent freely.
A long time, a long time, and a long time.
After a long time, Xu Guangling reached out and wiped his face, and then said softly:
"Dad, Mom, I miss you."
"Dad, Mom, whether tonight is a disaster or a blessing, I want to tell you that your son has lived a very good life in the past few years. Can you hear me? Are you okay too?"
I don’t know how long it took, but it was a long time anyway, before Xu Guangling’s mood calmed down a little. But at this moment, his stomach growled, but he was hungry. No wonder, it was already late at night, and the previous day
The meal was eaten on the train in the morning.
The last supper?
These words flashed across Xu Guangling's mind inexplicably, then he shook his head and smiled slightly.
It's just that the face is stained with tears at this time, and the smile is probably not very pretty.
Immediately, Xu Guangling washed his face carefully, then went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Many ingredients had been used or disposed of before leaving, and now the refrigerator was empty. It is wrong to say it was empty, because there was another thing, potatoes.
.
This was the only thing that could be kept for a little longer, and for this reason, Xu Guangling kept it.
But there were not many, only six. Of course, it was enough. Xu Guangling took three of them, then washed, peeled, shredded, and then stir-fried.
Fried shredded potatoes.
If you want to stir-fry, most of the outside methods will add some vinegar, and stir-fry for a while, then stir-fry until it is crispy in your mouth. In addition, in order to prevent the starch on the surface of the potato shreds from sticking to the pan, before stir-frying,
Most likely, you need to soak the shredded potatoes in water to rinse away the starch, drain them before adding them to the pot.
It's actually quite delicious fried like this, but Xu Guangling isn't used to it.
Because that's not what his mother did.
His mother cut the potatoes into shreds, then put them into the pan and stir-fried them, using a little more oil and a longer stir-frying time. After stir-frying, she also let the shredded potatoes simmer in the pan for a while until they were fried.
Fry the noodles until lightly browned, then remove from the pan and serve on a plate.
Mixing rice with shredded potatoes, especially the juice, is a meal that Xu Guangling has eaten frequently and liked very much since he was a child.
That texture, that taste, that kind of memory extends from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of my heart, and it can never be replaced in this life. At first it was like it, then it became a habit, then it became a matter of course, and then it became a memory, and
The only one in this life.
So over the years, I ate a lot of dishes in restaurants and hotels, and gradually, there was one dish that Xu Guangling stopped ordering.
Fried shredded potatoes.
It's not because I don't like it.
Just because that is not the taste imprinted in life.
At this time, along with thoughts bit by bit, the shredded potatoes in the pot were finally ready. When the lid was opened, the water vapor rose, and part of it fell to the bottom of the pot, making a slight sizzling sound. At the same time, the familiar
The sweet smell permeates the entire kitchen.
Put it on a plate, sit at the table, and Xu Guangling tastes it carefully.
Well, I really tasted it carefully. Regardless of whether it was the "Last Supper" or not, this was a very special meal. I don't know whether it was because of his care, or simply because he was hungry, but Xu Guangling felt that the shredded potatoes seemed
It's extra sweet than before.
I once heard that some people eat rice by chewing it almost one grain at a time. This was a bit unbelievable to Xu Guangling in the past, but at this time, Xu Guangling did not deliberately slow down, but Xu Guangling somehow responded to this eating method.
, the shredded potatoes on the plate were almost put into his mouth one by one.
This is what my mother does.
But actually it tastes a little different from what my mother made. Maybe it’s because the size of the shredded potatoes is different? Maybe it’s because the heat is different? Or maybe, it’s just because one is tasting now and the other is still there.
in memory.
Memory is a magical storage box.
Some things will fade and become mottled if you put them in, but some things will be beautified automatically and stay new for a long time.
I ate a plate of shredded potatoes for almost an hour and ate until not a single potato was left. Not only was there not a single potato left, even the mashed potatoes that had turned into powder and settled on the plate were clustered together by Xu Guangling with his chopsticks.
, ate everything.
If there wasn't still some oil left, this plate would almost not need to be washed.
Of course, it was a joke that there was no need to wash anything. Next, Xu Guangling washed the dishes, then washed his hands and brushed his teeth, and then came to the window again to look at the street scene outside.
It's already late at night, so the hustle and bustle that belongs to the day and night has been mostly silent, but not completely silent. There should be no vampires in this city, but many people's schedules are in sync with the legendary vampires. This is
It was only late at night, and it would be time for them to rest until dawn came, or even the sun rose.
After taking one last look at the street scene, Xu Guangling turned around and went to bed with a hint of crispness and a hint of absolute resoluteness.
Whatever is supposed to come, come.
As the saying goes, it is a blessing, not a curse, but a disaster cannot be avoided.
Usually, Xu Guangling actually suffers from some symptoms of insomnia. It used to be very severe, especially in the year or two after his parents' accident. He could hardly fall asleep peacefully one night. Either he couldn't fall asleep or he finally fell asleep, but he couldn't sleep.
Suddenly I started to panic in my dream.
Having nightmares is actually a good thing.
There is a kind of unbearable thing called sweet dreams. In the dream, his father taught him memorization and writing, and his mother taught him piano and composition. Then when he was hungry, the family sat in the living room to eat. Often while eating,
The dream suddenly woke up.
It was not until two or three years later that the situation gradually improved.
But even now, the symptoms of insomnia have not completely disappeared.
However, today, the situation is a little different. Maybe it's because it's too late? But in fact, this is not a reason. Stubborn insomnia will not disappear just because you sleep late, it will stubbornly accompany you every time you lie down.
But today, that's not the case.
Xu Guangling had almost just laid down, and before his head completely rested on the pillow, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.