Chapter 113 Dressed as a Shamatte
When he turned to the fruit area, Lin Jingzhe stopped for a moment. He passed by the cherries, grapefruits, and longans that many people loved to fight over, and instead picked up two boxes of mangoes and put them in the car.
Some things are probably destined from birth. His fate with fruits like mango has been entangled with him since he was a child, and will probably continue to be entangled with him for the rest of his life.
After buying the New Year’s goods, Lin Jingzhe ran back and forth three times to move the things upstairs.
As soon as I finished tidying up, my aunt came to cook.
Seeing the overflowing refrigerator, she smiled and said, "Finally, you remembered to buy New Year's goods. When will your brother be home? What do you want to eat on New Year's Eve? I'll make it for you early and won't be here tonight."
Lin Jingzhe turned on the robot vacuum cleaner and decided to do a thorough cleaning of the house. Hearing this, he said calmly, "It's up to you. What I bought is for us to eat. I'll just make enough for two."
The aunt agreed and looked through the ingredients in the refrigerator, muttering what dishes she could make with them.
Finally, she made a list, and Lin Jingzhe selected a few of the dishes that Lin and Lin Jingzhe liked to eat, and the rest were up to the aunt.
This aunt is a great cook and has many different cooking methods. The New Year’s Eve dinner she makes must be very sumptuous.
As expected, my aunt came very early on New Year's Day and was busy until four in the afternoon before leaving.
Lin Jingzhe called Lin Jingchun, but the call didn't go through. He didn't know whether he had work again or was on his way back.
For dinner, Lin Jingzhe only ate a few biscuits to fill his stomach. Part of the food made by his aunt was simmered in the pot, and part of it just needed to be heated up before eating. There were several plates of fruits and nuts he bought on the coffee table. They were very neat and beautiful, but they didn't look like they were for eating, but more like decorations.
At eight o'clock in the evening, he sat in front of the TV on time to watch the New Year's Eve Gala.
It was so festive and lively. No matter who the CCTV camera scanned, they all had smiling faces and were in high spirits.
Lin Jingzhe huddled in the sofa with a pillow in his arms, his whole body warm from the heating. Occasionally he glanced out the window and saw the white snow falling all over the sky, surging and hot, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world. He closed his eyes and changed to a more comfortable position. The white simulated fox fur on the hood of his down jacket hugged his face, making his skin look transparent and white. If his face was not too sickly and his body was not too thin, he would have looked like a fox hiding in winter with his eyes squinted and lazy.
"Ding Dong."
The doorbell rang.
Lin Jingzhe suddenly opened his eyes, straightened up and looked towards the door.
"Ding Dong."
Another sound.
Lin Jingzhe hurried over with his crutches and opened the door.
Lin Jingchun, covered in snow, stood outside the door with a black suitcase at his feet. He was about to press the doorbell for the third time.
Seeing the door open, Lin Jingchun withdrew his hand and smiled at him, "Jingzhe."
Lin Jingzhe pursed his lips, rushed over and hugged him, "Brother."
Lin Jingchun raised his hand and patted his brother's back. His body under the down jacket was skinny and bony, and when he pressed down with his palm, there was no sense of solidity at all.
Too much thin.
He dragged his suitcase in and closed the door. Lin Jingzhe brushed the snow off his clothes.
Lin Jingchun bent down to change his shoes at the entrance, then when he looked up, he noticed that Lin Jingzhe was leaning on his crutches again.
He paused, "Why aren't you wearing prosthetic limbs?"
Lin Jingzhe said, "It hurts a bit after wearing it for a long time, I'll take a break for two days."
He stared at Lin Jingchun for a moment, then said, "Brother has lost weight."
Her face looked haggard and her lips were not as rosy as before.
Lin Jingchun said, "It's too much work."
The two brothers tacitly agreed not to ask any further questions because they both knew the answer well.
As soon as Lin Jingchun came back, he took over the kitchen, heated up the food and brought it to the table. The two hungry people finally had their New Year's Eve dinner.
Auntie cooked a lot of dishes, and the leftovers could probably be eaten for a day or two. Lin Jingchun sorted out the leftovers, took a cup of hot water, and sat on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
Lin Jingzhe handed him a peeled orange.
Lin Jingchun cut the orange in half, giving each of them half.
This time he can stay at home for seven days and start working officially on the eighth day of the New Year, so he can have a good rest.
He leaned back on the sofa and tried his best to relax.
“Brother, brother…”
Lin Jingchun came back to his senses and realized that he had been distracted again without knowing when. "What's wrong?"
"Why don't you eat?" Lin Jingzhe looked at him scrutinizingly.
Lin Jingchun ate two orange halves and said, "Very sweet."
Lin Jingzhe hesitated and said tentatively: "I have something to tell you. My sister sent a scheduled email..."
However, before he could finish his words, Lin Jingchun quickly interrupted, "Jingzhe, it's all over."
Lin Jingzhe was stunned.
"No matter what happened in the past, we must look forward," said Lin Jingchun.
He spoke righteously, but his eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him, and he didn't even dare to look at Lin Jingzhe.
The so-called past is not the past. He still feels uneasy about Gu Nan's death and his unreasonable feelings towards his brother, but he doesn't want to mention it again.
He cares about the lover who broke his heart, and he also cares about his blood relatives.
He could no longer bear the pain of loss, so he swallowed everything whole, comforting himself that it was over, it was over.
Lin Jingzhe was silent for a long time, then moved over gently and leaned on his shoulder.
The snow was still falling outside, rustling against the window, as if someone was whispering.
The dead are gone, but the living remain.
Life goes on, it's rare to be confused.
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“Ah…”
The pain that tore his soul apart made Gu Nan wail involuntarily.
Not only did he suddenly die without any negotiation, but he was also in so much pain even after changing his body. Gu Nan cursed loudly:
"This is such a shitty system! I'll fuck you!"
The system explained guiltily: [It's none of my business, it's just this body that's drunk]
Well, it’s better not to tell the truth. You will definitely be complained if you tell the truth.
Gu Nan opened his eyes and found himself in a dark alley with heavy snow falling from the sky.
She slumped beside a green trash can, with a pool of sour, smelly vomit of an indistinct color at her hands. Her long legs were spread out in the middle of the road, her green riveted pants were covered in mud, and her thin ankles were exposed to the cold air, frozen into a purple color.
She moved her hands, trying to stand up by holding on to the wall.
The colorful skull bracelets on her hands jingled and jingled.
Looking down, I saw that he was wearing a pair of fluorescent orange pointed leather shoes.
She seemed to sense something and touched her head.
So curly and fluffy.
Pointed toes, rivets, skulls, and afros, all the elements are included.
It turned out that she was dressed like a Shamatte.
Gu Nan felt dizzy and staggered a few times before falling to the ground again. This time, he happened to fall on a trash can and was covered in oil, mud and water.
Gu Nan: “…”
Rage value +1+1+1... double, double, madly double.
The system trembled and didn't dare to speak at all.
Help, it really has nothing to do with it!
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