"Alas!"

Sit alone on the table.

Su Bairan took a lonely bite of bud rice, thoughtfully, silent for a moment, and sighed again.

The silent and ancient house still closed the heavy door.

Han Yugu, as a son in a normal psychological state, carried a body of dust on his back and walked back in a trance.

Su Bairan kept a few words, but was politely refused.

Both of them are mixed with an unspeakable helplessness at the same time.

After all, who would have thought that they were just making a simple fuss and actually making themselves so embarrassed, without any accidents, but disgusting from the heart.

I'm afraid that other people can't wait for such an ordinary thing for a lifetime, but the two of them do feel the discomfort from the bottom of their hearts.

There is no fear of acid reflux from the inside of the stomach, but those individuals alone are enough to make people feel a headache.

Su Zhai said that it was for an empty vacation and summer vacation, Su Bairan didn't have any concept before, and when he came over, he didn't know if there were any spare clothes, and he couldn't find it for a while.

What's more, the two of them just wanted to find a position, so they fell into such an embarrassing situation.

I didn't say anything about changing the other person's clothes.

And Su Bairan, he didn't know where to wash, so naturally he couldn't keep it more, but he just sent people away with embarrassment.

Han Yugu is a decent person, although it is said that there is a little bit of a house in character, the prospect is not beyond this era, and naturally it is impossible to see the matter of washing in a woman's house.

Lonely men and widows, no matter how innocent the relationship is, if outsiders know, there will be no good words.

What's more, the other party is a fiancé, no matter how high his vision is, he can't get rid of the current obstacles, how can he do such an ordinary thing?

Besides.

Han Yugu really didn't like it, and after washing in other residences, he was finally discouraged, and he was able to insist on returning to his residence.

Maintaining an awkward and strange mood, the two waved goodbye.

Su Bairan silently closed the lonely door, and had no plans to open it again.

And I plan to lock my memories of this period in that door forever, never have any belief in opening, and lose them with my embarrassing emotions, pretending that it didn't happen today.

She sighed softly.

"Speaking of which... I'm still doing laundry! ”

didn't know about the facilities here, so Su Bairan simply carried some water from the cold well to wash himself.

With her good body, she gritted her teeth to hold it down, and there was nothing unacceptable, but it was a little difficult...

Why do you need to do laundry?

In this era, washing clothes is a toss.

There was no washing machine, and I didn't even know where the washboard was. If you want to clean, you can only rub it with cold water.

The dust was solidified in the middle of the cloth, and the moment it fell into the water, it instantly floated on a dense layer of dust, like those shriveled little spiders, floating on the surface of the water.

The smell of a little dust in an instant is even a little sour.

It's just that the clothes on the upper body have been worn for two more days, and they are stained with those dust, which is too much for people to see.

Su Bairan changed back and forth a few times, and when he reluctantly put his clothes in, there was no dusty drift up, and the smell quickly subdued, after all, it was the breath that was supplemented on it, and it was not so heavy.

It only takes a few trips of water to quickly subside, and what is really unbearable is the dead silence revealed in the closed house.

After a few rubs under his hand, the cold well water instantly soaked between the palms of his hands, threw into every cell, and drilled into the bones in an instant.

She felt the pain at the tip of her hand, the friction back and forth before being lonely, and the cold air, which had already been drilled into it.

The cold well water was cold to the bone, sinking deep into the skin, only to feel that the bones were frozen and painful, and the fingers that were as white as rain were already red at the edges.

Even a slight movement of the fingertips seems to be unable to feel any touch.

Su Bairan covered his hands in front of him, sighed softly, and only felt the itching of the entire palm, and in an instant, the blood of the entire hand came to life in an instant.

But I felt the cold breath again, only slightly hurt the skin, but I could only feel the cold smell, which spread instantly.

It's just that the palm of the hand is slightly close to the skin, and it tastes so cold.

She nodded deeply, as if she had made up her mind... Drag!

Well, it's shameful to escape, but it's very useful.

Can it be delayed for a while, isn't it still necessary to bubble for washing clothes?

Soak in the water first, and then wash it when the weather is a little warmer and the cold air in the water has dispersed.

Su Bairan, such an evasive thought.

Naturally, I picked up the corn and nibbled on it again.

His eyes were a little helpless on the wooden basin on the side, but there was no activity in the end.

There were a few droplets of water hanging from the hair, which were brought by the cold well water in an instant.

Weave between jet-black hair. With the twisting of the light, it slowly shone a little brighter, and as the sun shone, it spontaneously walked into the air.

There seems to be a small rainbow hovering at the top of the sky, dazzling and colorful, and the deposit will dissipate in an instant.

Scattered hair, black hair hung down at his side, and small droplets of water dripped down the direction of the hair on the ground, and from time to time a few drops fell, smashing a small hole in the light earth.

Su Bairan didn't care about his image, and there was no one around him at all, so what did he care.

Sitting there with four backs and forks, try to keep the hair forward to prevent twisting, don't drop water on your body, the long length of the trouser tube roll, about to the knee position, looming at the edge of the knee, a little hair powder.

Her own complexion is white, that is, there is not much melanin deposition and the skin is smooth, and there is a faint sense of translucency.

There are some blue veins on the skin of the calf, quietly climbing upward, the route along the way, slightly annoying, and sliding to the knee, only a slight shallow mark, left on the edge of the knee.

Su Bairan was a little weird, leaving a mark on his knee.

It's really a bit strange to say, 'Su Bairan' and himself are almost carved out of the same mold.

It's just that the skin is slightly better, and there are no dark circles and hair loss left by staying up all night, and the state seems to be a filter.

Everything else is no different.

But...

As a person with a normal mentality, she usually doesn't pick it up and see for herself what's wrong.

I really didn't care about the difference, but now I lifted the pantyhose and rolled it up, but I found some small scars below the knee.

It's not the incessant kneeling of this era, and some scars, but positive strangeness.

It seems to be drawn with a small blade, one by two with a certain pattern, and it seems to be some kind of texture.

The edges were already a little whitish, only the deepest part had a slight brown mark, and the bulge of the scar could no longer be felt, but there were only a little marks.

Su Bairan frowned tightly.

"It's... How does it feel like it's specially marked? ”

There was a slight rubbing on the top of the knee, and there were some small fragmented and transparent hairs, scratching his hands, and on the edges that seemed to be deliberately written, there were no hairs, not even the structural tissue between the skin.

It seems that something has been engraved on it, but it has long been washed, only a few shallow marks have been left on it, and the marks left by the skin that have been scratched can never be washed.

Su Bairan always felt that something was not quite right, and immediately lifted the other side, but he didn't see any traces, smooth and soft, the skin was normal and very slightly, and some hairs were also transparent, which could only be touched, and could not be seen with his eyes.

"It's strange, if you want to say that it is knocked out, there must be legs on both sides, why do you still form such general traces?"

She scratched her head slightly, clutching the extra strands of hair, and a little droplet of water splashed on her hand.

The brown marks were whitish at the edges, as if they had been deliberately imprinted, while most of them had disappeared, leaving a few with a slight twist, apparently with some runic numbers.

It's weird.

It was only placed in front of him, but he couldn't explore what it was, it was obvious that he could see that there must be something in it, but he couldn't explore the mystery in it.

Su Bairan frowned, and suddenly pounced on the setting, making him a little at a loss, and the frustration of his hands quickly going back and forth on his knees, but there was no way to think about it, what does this mean?

The fingertips gently swiped over it, and the marks on it were fiddling back and forth, no matter how you looked at it, you could see what kind of words were engraved.

They are extremely close to each other, but they have a sleek arc, and if they are connected in them, there is no way to come up with any words, and they can't be seen when they are reversed back and forth.

"What the hell is it?"

After all, it is imprinted on his own body, no matter who he is, he will be a little confused, but not to mention that he is in such a nervous situation, how can he think about it in his heart, what is it.

Su Bairan's beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled, and he was very irritable in his mind, carefully fiddling with the traces of the imprint on it, but he couldn't find what it was.

She fell backwards in annoyance, her hands spread out and leaning against the platform.

"Annoying!"