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Chapter 576 Long Memory (5) (2/11)

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    I turned on the light, and what I saw was this very narrow but extraordinarily empty space. I found that the feeling of emptiness comes from the room itself, which does not even have a little decoration, which makes people feel empty inside.

    I came to the sofa and sat down, checked the time on my phone, it was already 6:30 in the afternoon, but he was still missing.  I figured I'd probably have to go out and find something to eat myself later, but before that, I wanted to get some rest.

    The faces of those people who made troubles flashed before my eyes time and time again, and I swore that they would get what they deserved.

    The first time I sat on this sofa, I was a little taken aback. If it wasn't for a slight part of the sofa that was actually sunken, I would even suspect that this is a chair made entirely of hard materials rather than a sofa known for its softness and comfort.  I took a closer look at the sofa, only to realize that this piece of furniture is quite old.

    I suddenly remembered what he said about the cheaper rent. I thought it was just because it was a suburb, so in order to attract more people to stay, the price was slightly lowered.  But now it seems that the rent here may be lower than what I imagined.

    I sighed, and stood up from the so-called sofa again, could he fall asleep on such a hard place?  Or did he roll up the quilt and use part of it as a mattress?

    Another thing I realized, I looked around the tiny living room that couldn't hide anything at all.  I didn't find a shadow of the thing I was supposed to findit's not some kind of hot summer, but the exact opposite, cold fall and winter even indoors.  How could such an old apartment have such a thing as an air conditioner?

    So he just lay down on this sofa that was no different from the ground and slept all night without any cover?

    The way he hesitated to speak last night flashed in my mind again. I can guess what he wanted to say with my toes.

    Is he an idiot?  That was the only thought that crossed my mind.

    Why do you choose to keep silent when you can clearly say something that can be resolved?  Isn't this stupid what is it?

    My mood got worse.

    I wanted to pour a glass of water to drink, but I didn't find anything like a water dispenser at all. What I had was just an electric kettle that had been unplugged on the kitchen counter.  Next to it was a plate with two glasses upside down.  I have a little impression of this cup. This is the cup he took out and put on the table this morning. The only difference is that the cup was filled with hot water at that time, but now there is only air.

    At the same time, I also saw a stainless steel insulated lunch box on the kitchen counter, which was placed in a very conspicuous position on the kitchen counter, and there was a post-it note on it that said "Dinner for you  ".

    There is no one else living here except me. I didn't write this, so naturally it could only be him.  This is probably the dinner he prepared for me.  I tore off the post-it note, opened the lunch box, and steaming hot food appeared in front of my eyes. It was not luxurious, just like the ones my mother made at home, at least it looked ordinary.

    I don't have any big requirements for food, as long as it can pass, of course, I will be happy if the taste is also good.  I picked up the chopsticks and ate it. The ordinary taste was as expected, which made me lose my interest.

    I found a can of beer in the refrigerator. If there is no water to drink, I can only drink this for the time being. I will buy it next time and return it to him.  I also saw the food sealed with plastic wrap next to the beer, and I checked it a little. It looked like an fried egg, probably the piece of fried egg that I didn't eat this morning.  I closed the refrigerator door.

    After eating and drinking well, I put the lunch box and chopsticks into the sink, squeezed the beer can and threw it into the trash can, and sat down on this slightly hard sofa again.  As for the chair, it doesn't feel so bad.

    I started to feel bored, but I didn't want to read books either. The things I suffered during the day were still lingering in my mind. I played with my mobile phone, but what I saw was that no one had sent me a message except my parents.  Communication Software.  The so-called classmates and colleagues used to taunt me in various ways without exception, and the better ones just kept silent.

    I turned off my mobile phone, leaned on the sofa, and didn't complain about anything. For a person like me, with such a personality, once I fall, it's something that I have to face.  I can do more than anyone else, more important than anything else, and I mustAlthough I am under great pressure, I understand this.

    It doesn't help me to think about these things now, all I have to do is to pay back one by one after I succeed.  I'm not a generous person.

    I was thinking about how to get out of the current predicament, but I fell asleep unknowingly. When I woke up, there was still no one around.

    I felt a little back pain, so I stood up, moved a bit, glanced at my phone, and took a short rest until it was past eight o'clock.  Did he go to the lab again?  I looked in the corner, but I didn't see the little desk lamp.

    What is the point of doing this?  Is it seeing that I can reach my current height so easily, so I think I can be like me?  After all, it's just useless work.

    I went back to the room, and the surrounding was so quiet that I felt sleepy after just sleeping for a while, and I fell asleep.

    When I woke up, what I saw was a slightly unfamiliar old ceiling.  I was startled, sat up, and found a slightly familiar scene around me.

    It was a bit quiet all around, I found my mobile phone on the table not far away, I got off the bed, picked up the mobile phone to confirm the time, and it will be half past seven in a few minutes.

    The power of the mobile phone is not enough. I found the charging cable on the table, charged the mobile phone and walked out of the room. I still didn't see anyone, but there was another breakfast on the table.

    He should have been back, and judging from the lack of heat from the breakfast, he seemed to have been away for a while.  I thought that what I ate today would be the ones in the refrigerator that I didn't eat yesterday, but it was replaced by a few buns and a rice porridge.

    I walked to the refrigerator and looked inside, and the fried egg that I didn't want to eat was gone.  Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, I decided to go to the laboratory to talk to him after breakfast.

    Putting the kitchen utensils back into the sink like yesterday, I went out and came to the laboratory not far away.  The laboratory is huge, but it is not popular at all. Desolation should be a good adjective for it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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