"Do you think I'm any different from usual?" An Jialu stared at Su Qingyu with her dark eyes. The hair dryer tangled her slightly curly long hair, which smelled burnt, but she was totally unaware and pulled her hair out, tearing off a small piece of scalp. "It's so annoying. The sky here is gloomy, and the wind brings all the moisture from the lake into the nursing home. Living and working in this environment, I feel my skin is not as tight as before."
It's not just not as tight as before.
Her face was like toilet paper soaked in water.
With the help of a hair dryer, it slowly returned to its original appearance.
Su Qingyu didn't even have a frown on her eyes: "Nothing has changed. Just make a facial mask and stay up less late. Your skin will be better tomorrow."
The mirror reflects it all.
But the contaminated Anjalu didn't feel anything was wrong.
Su Qingyu watched all this with an expressionless face.
The world is turned upside down and twisted, and all the unusual things become everyday.
She doesn't belong here.
Su Qingyu was about to leave when An Jialu put a hand on her shoulder: "Don't leave yet."
The hair dryer was thrown into the water with the plug still plugged in. The next second, there was a crackling sound and the entire plug was burned.
The bathroom light went out.
An Jialu's towel fell into the pool and then followed the water flow to the drain.
She was behind Su Qingyu and asked sinisterly, "My towel fell into the water, can you help me get it out?"
A cold wind enveloped Su Qingyu's ears.
Su Qingyu raised a hand: "Sorry, I don't touch cold water during my menstrual period."
"Help me, I'll go buy you a hot drink." Then, without waiting for Su Qingyu to refuse, An Jialu tilted her head and patted the water in her ears, and said to herself: "By the way, did you hear the crying of a child at night? Someone is raising a child here, hehe, it's so annoying. If you see a child, you can report it to the dean."..
On the first night, Su Qingyu did hear the child crying.
Su Qingyu asked, "What's the matter with the child? Can't we raise a child here?"
"I heard that the child has no father... His mother hid the child in a big closet and wouldn't let anyone see him... There are so many closets, which one does the child hide in... Kakaka..." An Jialu's face has returned to normal. Her voice was originally gloomy, but when she said this, she suddenly covered her mouth with one hand, "What strange sound did I just make
Forget it, I'll go buy you a hot drink first, can you help me get a towel, I just washed my hands and don't want to dirty them again, since you haven't washed yet, just do me a favor."
She wanted to ask a few more questions about the child, but when she turned around, An Jialu had disappeared.
Su Qingyu ran a few steps and looked towards the corridor, but there was no one there.
A cold wind blew.
Su Qingyu rubbed her eyes. She first went back to the room to find the clothesline, then went back to the bathroom and used the clothesline to pick out the towel near the drain.
The towel was entangled with the hair at the drain and could not be pulled out at all. Su Qingyu could only use the tribute card, put on several layers of gloves, then pick a corner of the towel out of the water and pull it up little by little.