"...Xiao Chen, how does it taste like... I'm afraid it won't suit your taste, so these dishes were cooked the same as last time."

Chen Lun took the chopsticks, picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth to chew.

The old man held the chopsticks in his hand, slowed down his movements, turned his body a little, and asked Chen Lun carefully.

“It tastes pretty good.”

After swallowing the food, Chen Lun's eyes fell on the old man's somewhat careful face and nodded in response.

“It tastes good…”

Some happy smiles appeared on the old man's face.

"And this, I'll stir-fry the lettuce you brought with me, Xiao Chen."

The old man hurried again and called Chen Lun and said.

Chen Lun turned the chopsticks again, picked up the chopsticks and lettuce, put them in his mouth and chewed them.

"How is it tasted, does it suit your usual taste?"

The old man asked again.

"fine."

"It's good, it's good... Xiao Chen, you are more self-conscious. Just pick up whatever you want..."

As he spoke, the old man smiled and greeted Chen Lun twice.

He paused again.

The old man and Chen Lun didn’t have much social interaction and didn’t have much to say.

The food was served and I was eating it, and I seemed to be a little confused about what to say.

"...The weather is so hot these two days. I'll turn the fan over."

The old man seemed a little idle, or always wanted to do something or say something at this time.

He paused, turned his head, looked, put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the old electric fan placed on the coffee table.

Chen Lun did not stop him.

"Xiao Chen, can you blow the wind like this?"

The old man carried the fan, turned around and pointed it at the side of the dining table.

"Can."

"Then I'll turn the fan up a little."

"...Don't say, this fan is all old antiques, and it can still blow the wind... The boss wanted some high prices at the beginning, and my old woman could really slut out her mouth."

The old man walked back, his eyes were a little dazed, he said something with a smile on his face, and paused again.

Without continuing this, I sat down on the seat.

"...Xiao Chen, you have been out for a month and said you want to work in the military. You have been training for a month, so it's also hard."

The old man said something that fell on Chen Lun again. Looking at Chen Lun, he asked with some concern in his eyes.

"fine."

Chen Lun responded.

"...A few days ago, I read the news and said something happened in some place. I also sent military personnel to come over and injured some people..."

The old man looked at the TV on the other end of the living room and said something.

“My job is not dangerous.”

Chen Lun's eyes fell on the old man, paused, and responded.

"That's good, that's good..."

The old man nodded and responded.

After pausing, he looked at the drink in front of him. The old man lowered his head a little longer, picked up the drink and took a sip.

"…This drink tastes quite good, sweet. No wonder you young people like to drink it."

The old man raised his head, then smiled and said something.

"Xiao Chen, you drink too, there is still a lot of the bottle left... I can't drink much, Xiao Chen will take it away when you leave later."

The old man smiled and said to Chen Lun again.

Chen Lun held the chopsticks, his eyes calmed down, landed on the old man, and nodded.

"...Let's have a meal first, the food will get cold later."

The old man turned around and greeted Chen Lun.

Chen Lun turned his head, held the chopsticks, picked up the food, chewed and swallowed.

The old man smiled and looked at Chen Lun, and also ate with vegetables.

Next to the dining table, quieter.

Only the sound of the electric fan next to it was whistling and the sound of some unknown TV series from the TV set

In the living room with lights on, it sounded.

"...Xiao Chen, I'll add some more drinks."

Chen Lun just took a sip of the drink in the cup.

The old man picked up the drink bottle next to him and filled the cup before Chen Lun again.

Smiling, the old man picked up the chopsticks again, but paused again,

"...Xiao Chen, when you came, it was dark outside the house."

The old man raised his head and looked at the window covered by curtains on the other side of the living room.

The turbid eyes were a little dazed.

The windows next to the living room are strictly blocked by thick curtains.

It blocked the night wandering outside the window and also blocked the light that the house wanted to cast out.

Chewing and swallowing, Chen Lun turned his eyes and his eyes fell on the old man.

He didn't say anything, just listened to the old man saying what he wanted to say.

"...Xiao Chen, I'm really scared now."

"I'm afraid that the room will get dark outside and the room will get dark inside, so I keep the lights in the room on all day long."

“………A few days ago, the lights in the living room broke.”

The old man looked a little dazed and raised his head, not sure whether he was looking at the lights on the top of the living room or something,

"...An old man was trembling in the room, so scared that he stayed in the bedroom all night."

The old man's eyes were turbid and his eyes were dazed and lost.

"...I still remember when I was young, when I was three or four years old, I was not afraid of the dark."

"I followed my parents and lived in a bungalow, and I went out to my own yard."

"At that time, a candle was lit in the room, and the fire was faintly reflected in the yard. I was in the dark yard, chasing the light beside the door, and running into the darkness from time to time. It was like no one could see me... My parents and my parents were talking in the room, busy preparing for farm work the next day, looking for bags for food, repairing hoes, and the storm and some words came out of the room..."

"At that time, when I was eleven or twelve years old, I began to be afraid of the darkness. A neighbor's house died, an old man who was kind and kind on weekdays. Somehow, I was so afraid..."

"...and then when I get older, I want to be alone, far away from my parents..."

"...and then, I got married, my parents followed me one after another... I started to be a little scared again..."

“………At the back, my old woman also went there, and the room seemed to be empty all of a sudden…

My old woman likes to talk to people, and I am not good at these... It seems that I can only stay in the house.

At night, I always feel that it’s dark outside the house, so I’m going to squeeze in through the window.”

The old man spoke out loud and paused again.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm and fell on the old man, just listening to what the old man wanted to say.

"... But fortunately, I asked someone to help me and repair the lamp. Otherwise, I would be really scared..."

The old man was talking and looked at the lights emitting some lights on the top of the living room.

Pause for a while, his eyes dazed,

I haven't spoken again for a long time.

“…Xiao Chen,”

The old man lowered his head again, his eyes were a little red.

"...Did I cook too early? Those dishes must be broken, right?"

The voice trembled a little, and the old man asked at Chen Lun.
To be continued...