After coming out of the toilet, Linto staggered back to his seat, and suddenly lost his appetite as he watched the table full of dishes.

Xiang Miaozi's mother asked, "Is there something uncomfortable?" ”

It wasn't for physical reasons, Linto always felt that this woman was quite strange, and no mother had ever cared so much about other children. But there is no flaw in her face, is she treating me as her own child?

Intentionally, or unintentionally?

Lin Tuo couldn't understand that he was only invited to spend the night by chance, and he didn't want to have too much to do with them, so much so that after dinner, Xiang Miaozi asked him to play in the room, but he didn't go.

In addition to a master bedroom and children's room, there is also a vacant room in this home, which feels like it hasn't been used for a long time. The personal belongings inside were piled up in corners and under the bed, and the dust and cobwebs were cleaned up.

He was tempted to ask, who had lived in this room before? A small willow nail was placed above the small wooden table against the wall, where a mirror may have once hung from it.

When Xiang Miaozi's mother finished cleaning up the room and walked to the door, Linto finally mustered up his courage and said with suspicion in his tone: "Ah, eldest sister, may I ask who has lived here?" ”

It's a bit of a mistake to call her aunt because she still looks young.

"Yes, a distant relative, you don't have to mind." She gently brought the door to the door, and her smile could only be described as bleak.

In other words, now that person is gone, this is quite normal, and it was originally reserved for guests.

It's just that compared to the general empty room, it is more like a warehouse, and piles of abandoned cardboard boxes show their role.

Linto was going to take a cool shower comfortably, and he was sweating a lot today, and if it weren't for their mother and daughter's insistence on taking him in, I'm afraid he would have sweated even more. It's all Figley's fault, and he must be at ease somewhere.

It's a pity that he didn't have a change of clothes, and he didn't dare to be casual at other people's houses, and when he came to the bathroom, he found that the door was closed, so he solemnly raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Xiang Miaozi's voice came out.

Linto didn't know whether to answer or not, he couldn't wash himself with her in it anyway, but not answering would make him look very rude.

Damn, he's the physicist's son! Although his father is not very reliable.

"It's fine."

He was about to leave, when Xiang Miaozi suddenly stopped him: "It's okay, come in." ”

In? She just said come in? Linto suspected that he had misheard, and if he did, it would be strange if her mother didn't kill her.

Lintor twisted the handle, and the door opened naturally. He was relieved to see a waterproof curtain drawn inside, and Xiang Miaozi was using the bathtub.

Oh yes, I remember that he also hung a curtain when he came to the toilet before, but its pattern and color matched the wall tiles quite well, making him mistakenly think it was a wall.

Of course, this can't be a wall, but there is a bathtub in it that most people don't have!

As soon as he said it, Linto felt an inexplicable sense of excitement, the feeling of being surrounded by a group of men he didn't know was really strange that he had only bathed in a hot spring for such a big person.

In fact, standing and bathing is also a kind of enjoyment, which not only washes away the fatigue and dirt on the body, but also washes the soul.

Linto eagerly took off his sweaty uniform, then turned on the showerhead, and the water from the shower head poured rain on his head and then from his neck to the soles of his feet.

He burst into a low cheer as he stood on tiptoe and spun around for a week, when his feet slipped and his head almost hit the wall.

Linto propped up the slippery ground with both hands, and the pain in his knees could not be ignored.

Obviously, Xiang Miaozi didn't see this scene, and her voice passed through the curtain: "Brother, help me get a bath towel." ”

But at this time, Linto could stand up, those two troublesome pain points were burning his nerves, and it hurt so much that he didn't want to move a little.

"Come out and get it yourself."

He remained in his original position, the bathroom curtain was opened, and then Xiang Miaozi asked: "Brother, are you ...... Why take a shower on your knees? ”

"Because of an accident." Linto's face flushed, and he slowly raised his left hand back, "Get me a towel, thank you." ”

After getting the towel in his hand, he simply sat on the ground with his butt and rubbed his kneecaps with the other, while Xiang Miaozi quietly put on his clothes behind him.

Because she had promised Xiang Miaozi to go to her room, Linto got dressed and crept in. The room is indeed innocent and girly: the floor is covered with cartoon mats, the beds are filled with animal dolls of different sizes, and the sky-blue graffiti covers the entire ceiling with lampshades, and when the lights are turned on, it seems that an upside-down garden hangs overhead.

Linto looked up at the tall garden and stopped breathing.

Xiang Miaozi was writing on her small desk, and when he got closer, it turned out to be a diary. In addition to the basic date, weather, mood, etc., the most important thing on the diary is that it is short and easy to understand, and Xiang Miaozi is not sensitive to others reading her diary, which really satisfies the curiosity of some people's gossip.

For example, she wrote on a brand new blank page: I am so happy to finally meet Brother Linto today!

Vivid and happy emotions are revealed, as if Linto has never had such a beautiful innocence. Some people keep a diary to share with others; Some people keep diaries to record the bits and pieces of their lives; Some people keep a diary to keep a diary to keep their little secrets; And he wrote a diary for...... No, he never kept a diary.

For him, a diary is just something that seems to be nothing, and there are some things that need to be remembered by heart. Therefore, when he saw Xiang Miaozi's diary, he felt a little ashamed, but in fact, he was more envious in his heart.

Xiang Miaozi closed the diary with one hand, and then pushed it in front of Lin Tuo, and on the cover of it was solemnly written the four large characters "Xiang Miao Diary", and the border was also decorated with decorative white flowers.

Exchanging diaries? This strange thought suddenly popped into his mind, when someone presented him with the most precious diary, he had to give him something of equal value.

But he doesn't have a diary, so what's the matter?

When their eyes met, Lin Tuo asked her meaning with his eyes, and Xiang Miaozi closed her eyes and smiled faintly.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a diary, she said.

To be honest, he doesn't have the habit of peeping into other people's diaries, but since they are personally sent to the door, it doesn't matter if they flip through it twice.

So Linto began to look at it from the back, it turned out that her diary was not written every day, and if she forgot a certain day in the middle, then she would definitely take it seriously and make up for it when she remembered it later.

A child of this young age may not have a little secret of his own, and only use the diary as a tool to communicate with others.

Linto flipped a few pages forward, and what was written here was actually very ordinary and ordinary little things, such as who he met today, what he did, or simply not writing anything, summed up with a happy smile.

Xiang Miaozi mentioned his parents many times, directly overturning his previous assumptions. Dare to love her father didn't leave this family and run away, he only worked in the field and only returned home once a month or two. In addition, Xiang Miaozi was supposed to have a grandmother, but she was no longer there, and it seemed that every time I dreamed of her, I would only be left with regret and pain.

So, apart from the death of her grandmother, this is still a happy home.

But on the first page of the diary, there is a strange sentence: I wanted to go to my grandmother's room to look for her picture, but I couldn't find it anywhere.

Could it be that the room I slept in was her grandmother's? Lintor suddenly woke up.