In the bathroom, there was a big, low red plastic basin. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info in this kind of basin that can be seen everywhere, is filled with hot water.

When Dazhe walked in, he could see the curling heat and neatness.

He looked at the large basin on the floor, and there was no doubt how tempting it was to take a hot bath in such cold weather.

Dazhe looked at this basin of hot water and was stunned.

In the basin filled with hot water, there was a sudden ripple...... In the middle, a small ripple spreads out, as if rain has been sprinkled on a calm surface.

Round and round, the water in the basin began to stir, and they were already red-hot, but now they seemed to be boiling again!

Agitation, agitation, agitation, agitation splash suddenly splashed out of the basin, and a little splash instantly splashed on Dazhe's body.

It was as if he had been shot by a spark in the midst of a burning firewood, and a burning sensation made Dazhe shrink his arm suddenly. He was stuck to the wall of the bathroom, but a touch of sweat oozed from his forehead on a cold day.

Knock knock.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Dazhe's body trembled instantly...... The boiling water had regained its calm, and the surging and ejected splashes seemed to have never existed, only a curling hot mist.

It's like an illusion.

At this time, Luo Qiu's voice sounded outside the bathroom, "Maybe it's a little dirty inside, I didn't have time to clean it, I'm sorry." Then I found a new towel, of course it has been sitting for many years, and it is not new, but it should not be used, so I will use it first. ”

"No, it's okay......" Dazhe replied in a loud voice in the bathroom.

He took a deep breath to calm his voice and responded quickly, "I'll do whatever it takes." ”

As he spoke, Dazhe leaned against the wall and passed over from the big basin.

After quickly undressing, he took a towel, and did not touch the hot water, but turned on the faucet, and began to wipe his body rapidly.

In the cold weather, Dazhe's breathing was so rapid that he was like a drowning person, making it difficult for him to breathe.

......

When Daecheol came out of the bathroom, the towel was casually draped over his shoulders. He still had a twisted garment in his hands, and he was only wearing a small vest and a coat.

He found that Luo Qiu was cleaning in the living room, and some things had come out of the old cabinet and were now on the coffee table.

Luo Qiu looked at Dazhe at this time and smiled: "The four seasons flowers in the courtyard should have bloomed recently, I picked some and made some hot tea, drink some." ”

"You're welcome. Dazhe nodded subconsciously.

It's a strange feeling that although this guy has something to do with him, it was only before he divorced his ex-wife. But now it doesn't matter at all - in fact, Dazhe has heard that his ex-wife's family has such a relative, but he rarely interacts with it.

Dazhe couldn't even figure out if he had met the descendant in front of him at the beginning...... Maybe there was a time for everyone to eat when I visited relatives during the Chinese New Year, or maybe maybe not.

The years are so long, he can't remember many things clearly, not to mention this kind of relationship that is difficult to count even relatives now.

"Are you alright?" Luo Qiu asked, looking at Dazhe who was stunned.

"Oh...... It's nothing. Dazhe shook his head, and there was an urge to drink this hot tea.

However, sprinkling some freshly picked osmanthus flowers into the hot water is an incomprehensible thing for Dazhe. He always felt that this was the kind of fun that only women should have.

However, it turned out to be very good...... It's really good, this is the most intuitive feeling after Dazhe took a sip.

He was holding a very ordinary glass cup in both hands, the heat was even just right, and there seemed to be a warm current spreading to his body from the palm of his hand, dispelling the cold air of the cold water he washed, "This tea ......"

"I put some sugar in it and found it in the kitchen. Luo Qiu said casually: "Don't like sweetness?"

"No, no...... No. Dazhe shook his head, "It's good...... Very good, thank you. ”

"Will it be uncomfortable?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked at this time.

Dazhe was stunned for a moment, but saw Luo Qiu stretching out his finger and tapping the position of his own neck at this time.

Dazhe subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, and there were some bulging flesh on his rough skin - it was a scar that emerged from his chest.

Dazhe shook his head: "It's okay, it happened a long time ago." ”

"That's good. Luo Qiu nodded, then picked up a feather duster and began to sweep the corner of the TV cabinet.

The appearance of concentration even made Dazhe feel as if he didn't exist anymore, and he couldn't help but ask, "That ......"

"Just call me Luo Qiu. ”

Dazhe hesitated: "You...... Don't you want to know, how did I get this injury?"

Luo Qiu asked rhetorically, "Do you want to say?"

Dazhe opened his mouth and took a sip of the osmanthus hot tea in the cup in his hand, the light sweetness didn't seem to be honey, and he didn't know what good sugar could be found in this house, this taste made him a little obsessed.

Dazhe finally opened his mouth, "When I was young, I was ignorant, so I let people cut it." From the neck all the way down to the stomach ......"

Dazhe shook his head, let out a long breath, leaned on the long lacquered stool made of lychee wood, looked at Luo Qiu, and said with a wry smile: "I was shocked at the time, I really thought I would die like this." At that time...... I must only be seventeen years old, right? Now I sometimes think about it, it turns out that it has been so long, and I ...... I'm getting scared more and more. ”

"That's dangerous. Luo Qiu nodded, stopped, and added some new hot water to Dazhe.

Dazhe always felt that such hospitality was too luxurious for him.

Extravagantly let him ...... He didn't know how to deal with it. He could only hold the cup with both hands, for fear that he would suddenly slip away from his hands.

Dazhe suddenly remembered something, "I remember, your father seems to be a policeman in a big city?"

"He's gone. Luo Qiu looked at a black-and-white photograph hanging in the corner of the living room...... It was the only photo of his father with his grandparents when he was a child, before he was born.

"I think I've heard of ...... too," Dazhe nodded, "It's not easy for you, either." ”

Luo Qiu said indifferently: "It's okay, life has to be passed." ”

Dazhe was about to speak and stopped, and suddenly asked, "Wouldn't a prisoner like you, the son of a policeman, have any opinion of a prison prisoner like me?"

Luo Qiu said casually: "But aren't you coming out now?"

You're out, so you're not a prison prisoner.

You're out......

Dazhe's mind echoed this sentence repeatedly, making his heart panic.

"I ...... I am tired. ”

Dazhe hurriedly stood up, flashed Luo Qiu's gaze, and hurriedly walked upstairs, "Don't worry, I will leave early tomorrow morning, and I won't disturb anyone...... Finally, thank you for the tea. ”

Dazhe subconsciously took the teacup he left and put it on the steps of the stairs.

Luo Qiu glanced at the location of the ceiling, which was probably the utility room, and whispered: Good night.

After that, Luo Qiu picked up a pile of dust and walked towards the kitchen - there was a door in the kitchen, and in the back yard, put some garbage or something, and this was probably the structure.

As he passed by the bathroom, Luo Qiu took a look...... A full basin of hot water was untouched.

"Hmmm......"

......

......

Before dawn, Dazhe quietly walked out of the kitchen, climbed over the low wall of the courtyard, and walked away without a sound.

He took everything he had—including the paper skin that was used as a mat.

But he left a note: he hoped that Luo Qiu would not tell anyone about his past and promised never to enter his house again.

At dawn, Luo Qiu opened the door of the old house in his hometown.

He remembers one time when he came back from summer vacation when he was a child, if he looked from here early in the morning, he could see a rice field in front of him.

There were many people who woke up before him, and there was no row of newly built houses on the opposite side of the village road at that time.

It was as early as this time, and the doors of every house were open at that time, and people could always be seen.

He walked towards Grandma Koharu's house, knocked on the door a few times, and it was his cousin's wife who opened the door for him.

The aunt's face was a little panicked at this moment, as if she was frightened.

"What's wrong?"

"Luoqiu ......" The aunt stopped talking, and became nervous again, and finally opened the door directly, "I don't know how to say it, you can see for yourself." ”

The aunt led Luo Qiu into the room, and the cousin was pacing back and forth in the hall at this moment, looking uneasy...... The room was filled with the smell of smoked cigarettes.

At this moment, a short figure came out of the kitchen - it was Mrs. Koharu.

Grandma Koharu's face was not very pale, but there was a faint ruddyness, and her spirit looked quite good.

Grandma Koharu's hands were holding a bowl with a big pattern, and her face was full of smiles, "Come on, come on, I'll make noodles and have breakfast." ”

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