Ah Chou is the best at washing clothes, but there is no saponin here, and the clothes are heavily moldy. It was really troublesome to wash, and Ah Chou washed the clothes for nearly two hours before washing them clean. Then I took the blankets and sheets that were changed in the morning and washed them. The sheets were too dirty. But Ah Chou was also reluctant to throw it away. Old Jiang said that it is up to them whether they live or die in the future, so Ah Chou is very frugal now. For the future life of the two of them, she had to think as long as possible.
Ah Chou was thinking about it while doing the laundry. After washing, the dormitory must be cleaned and cleaned. Zhong Mingwei had to live more comfortably, but it was almost dusk after the laundry was done, so Ah Chou hung the clothes to dry. I was too busy rubbing my sore back to cook porridge again. I don’t know if it’s been a long time since I’ve done so much work. Ah Chou felt that he had become delicate, not only his back was sore. Even the fingers had two blisters.
After the porridge was cooked, Ah Chou entered the dormitory with the porridge and pickles. This time, Zhong Mingwei opened his eyes, and Ah Chou was very happy. Put the porridge down, and then went to the side room to get candles to light and bring them in. In the afternoon, Ah Chou found four candles in the side room, and there were a total of forty candles. Ah Chou was very happy .
"I don't have time to cook anything else today. It's porridge. I'll clean up the house in two days. I'll make noodles for you. I'm the best at making pasta." Ah Chou sat on the edge of the bed, blowing the porridge while delivering it to Zhong Mingwei. In front of him, "Come on, it's not hot anymore."
Hearing her words, Zhong Mingwei lost his appetite. He held his lips mockingly and looked at the flickering candle: "Home? What kind of home is this?"
Ah Chou looked at the porridge that hadn't been fed out from the spoon, and took it back with some embarrassment. While stirring the porridge in the bowl, she said softly, "Then what do you say is home?"
Zhong Mingwei was stunned, yes, what is home
Is that formerly illustrious and towering palace home
no.
Although there are all his relatives in that place, it is definitely not a home. How can there be so many homes with dark tides? How can there be so many homes of wind swords and frost swords? How could there be a father who forced his son to half-death
…
So, what exactly is home
"Open your mouth." A spoonful of thick and warm porridge was delivered to Zhong Mingwei again, with a chopstick of pickled vegetables on it. As soon as Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, the spoonful of porridge was fed into his mouth. Warm, fragrant and smooth, it really warms the heart and stomach. A heart that was originally cold has become warm and melting at this time.
After eating, Ah Chou changed Zhong Mingwei's wet sheet and put a clean sheet on it. Then she got up to go out with the bowl in her hand, but she stopped suddenly. She turned her head to look at Zhong Mingwei, dizzy. Under the candlelight, Zhong Mingwei didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes looked at the dancing flame without blinking.
Those eyes are so beautiful, unlike that year under the fireworks, shining like stars, at this time, those eyes seem to be two quiet springs under the moonlight, even if they are silent, they are moving, Ah Chou can't help but stare until the candle flame jumped suddenly and made a "pop" sound.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei realized that Ah Chou was still standing in the room.
"No...it's okay," Ah Chou shook her head in a hurry, and while looking away, she pointed to the candle on the table, "Well, do you want me to put out the candle now?"