"Hey! Well! ”

With her light blue braids dangling, Liz stood in the room, dragging her converter with difficulty, trying to move it to the right of the room.

Unfortunately, her strength was obviously not enough to complete such a job, and after working hard for a long time, she could only lie on the convertor like a dead dog, panting and sticking out her tongue.

"Damn, why is this guy so heavy?"

Wiping a handful of dust from her face, Liz swallowed a mouthful of saliva unwillingly and said.

It must be admitted that her room was indeed very messy, so it took the three of them a morning just to sort out the messy wires on the floor.

"I'm curious." On the other side of the room, Yanagihara was wearing an apron and looked at Liz with the rag in his hand and raised an eyebrow.

"Since you can't move this thing, how did you get it in?"

"Because it was still a part at the time, I assembled this thing in the room, and it hasn't been touched since it was installed."

Waving her hand weakly, Liz glanced at Yanagihara with resentment.

"And you have time to say cool things, why don't you come and do a favor, just standing there and watching, doesn't your conscience really hurt?"

"In a way, I really won't."

Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders, but put down the rag in his hand anyway, walked over to the current converter, and stretched out his hands to pick it up casually.

"Where?"

"Huh? Ah, put it, put it there. ”

Liz watched blankly as Yanagihara blankly picked up two huge machines that she couldn't lift, and stammered as she pointed her finger at a corner of the room with a stiff expression.

"Okay." Yanagihara nodded, then walked over with the converter in his arms, and then put it down in the place Liz had designated.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Yanagihara clapped his hands and straightened up.

"I said." At this time, Liz came back to her senses, and said dryly pulling the corners of her mouth.

"That thing weighs at least five hundred pounds, are you really human?"

"Of course, otherwise what else could I be."

Yanagihara replied pretending to be bland, even though in fact, even she didn't know what she was.

Seeing that Liz still looked like she wanted to speak and stopped, Yanagihara blinked and asked out loud.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think I'm so stupid." Looking at the transformer, Liz smiled sullenly.

"I don't need to let a free laborer like you go, and I did a morning of dirty work by myself."

"It's not without gain, at least in my place, your character evaluation has been improved."

Yanagihara raised a finger and said solemnly.

"Who would need someone like you to admit character, bastard! Since you have this strength, you can work hard for me as soon as possible! Why did you wipe the workbench all morning? ”

Liz roared and struck Yanagihara with a hammer.

But then Yanagihara easily took it in his hand, and like a rabbit, he was turned over and grabbed the two braids.

"You let go!"

"I won't let it go."

"I'm #¥%......&"

The room was filled with the scent of Liz's mouth.

Al stood aside, smiling and sweeping the ground with his head down.

She felt happy, in a moment that even she knew wouldn't last long.

······

In the afternoon, the three of them went outside to fetch some snow and came back, melted it into snow water, and washed the sheets and clothes.

After pouring in a little laundry detergent that Liz had bought from the greenhouse, the basin was already full of foam.

"So, you probably have too much dirty laundry." Yanagihara looked at the mountains of clothes piled up around him, and said with a slightly dark face.

When Liz opened the closet just now, she was almost buried.

"Ha, haha." Faced with this kind of thing, even Liz inevitably felt a little embarrassed, so she could only grab her hair and say with a wry smile.

"After all, I used to live alone, and I always have to be casual in life."

"It's not just a little bit." Yanagihara said with drooping eyes, rubbing the clothes in his hands.

"Hey, don't talk about how good your habits are, I don't believe you did your laundry every day while wandering on the ice field." Liz retorted dissatisfied.

"Many times, people's living habits are determined according to the environment."

In fact, Yanagihara is really not much better in this regard, and maybe even a little worse than Liz.

But one of the things she does best is talking nonsense with her eyes open.

"As long as I can, I will wash it."

Blushing and breathless, Yanagihara continued to wash the clothes in his hands.

However, this time Liz had an extra heart and asked Al beside her.

"Al, is it true?"

"Nope." The honest girl shook her head.

"The first time I met Yanagihara, she stinked like a garbage can."

"Hah!" Liz smiled and clapped her hands.

"Then it seems that I am still a little better than some people, at least I have the confidence to be cleaner than the trash can."

“······”

"Al, there are some things you don't have to say."

"But Yanagihara, my sister told me to be honest."

“······”

Yanagihara stopped talking, and Liz was in high spirits.

"That's right! El you did a great job and rewarded you with an hour of playtime in the evening. ”

Afternoons are spent chatting like this, accompanied by random music playing on the radio.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but Liz cleaned Al's rabbit puppet by the way.

Seeing the rabbit, which had almost turned gray, turn white again, Liz's eyes also brought a little softness to it.

The smell of laundry detergent fills the air, and cleaning the room with others is something that perhaps all three have not experienced in a long time.

And they've accumulated too much to wash away.

It is the filth that has settled in this era, and it has caused too many people's hearts to be dusted.