"Xiaoxiao, it's so late, hurry up and go to bed." He stood behind him, wiping his hair with a dry cloth in his hand, and some drops of water slid down his cheeks and rolled quietly into his neck.

Her characters are beautiful and beautiful, and she thinks of being occasionally naughty and occasionally vigorous, which is really varied.

"Hmm."

Although Zhou Xiaoxiao agreed, he didn't stop until he finished writing and handed it to him.

She wrote the plan clearly and made a list, Chen Minghai was surprised, and his dark eyes staring at her lit up: "Xiaoxiao, how many books have you secretly read?" ”

"Guess." She half-squinted, put the pen in her mouth and bit it, thinking to the bottom of her heart, since she thinks I write well, why don't you be stingy and not praise others?

"In my opinion, it's not close to my level." After Chen Minghai finished speaking, he found that her little face was flattened, and immediately turned around: "You are self-taught, a hundred times stronger than me." ”

Zhou Xiaoxiao burst into tears and laughed, which was considered interesting.

"Alright, go to bed."

He got a little closer, and the drops of water from the tips of her hair dripped onto Zhou Xiaoxiao's face, she suddenly raised her eyes, saw his wet black hair, and suddenly came to an idea, took back the notebook, and wrote a line on the page: I want five dry towels.

Chen Minghai looks weird, towel?

But look at her expectant expression, read it as she wished.

Zhou Xiaoxiao listened to the eyes of all directions, and found that there was suddenly a stack of things on the bed, and ran over excitedly, it was really the towel she wanted, and when she touched the soft towel, she imagined the old days.

By the 50s, not only was there no electricity, but the things we used were horribly crude.

Afraid that Chen Minghai would ask questions, after she passed, she motioned for him to sit on the stool.

Remove his coarse cloth and put on a fresh towel to wipe his hair.

Chen Minghai felt a strange feeling all over his body.

In addition to the old lady, Xiaoxiao is the first woman so close, she is kind and does not lose her temper, and thinks about him everywhere, this daughter-in-law who is difficult to find with a lantern, he likes it from the bottom of his heart.

"It's, towels, we, one person, one. Long, bathing, short, disgraceful. Zhou Xiaoxiao has easily mastered the rhythm, as long as she doesn't pause for more than three words, it is not easy to click her throat.

"Xiaoxiao, where did these things come from?"

"Heavenly."

"......." Chen Minghai decided not to ask, maybe she voluntarily told herself in the future?

The towel wipes just dries quickly, she wiped back and forth for a while, Chen Minghai's hair was already dry, and she took the wet towel to the window and swept it.

Chen Minghai moved a stool over and motioned for her to hurry up and lie down.

When Zhou Xiaoxiao lay down, she didn't pay attention to rubbing it hard, and the bed board made a creaking sound, which startled her, thinking that the bed was going to collapse!

Chen Minghai put out the light, this kerosene is so expensive, you have to save a little use, there is just such a lamp at home, you have to rely on it everywhere, or you have to use a match to light a dried pine with pine resin to light the fire, usually some people soak the bamboo tube and then dry it to use, he doesn't have those things at home, only the lamp he bought before.

Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, feeling weird in his body, like a pain that was about to be torn in half, and there was a faint pain under his stomach.

She wanted to get up and find two painkillers to eat, and the bottle of medicine she had entrusted to Chen Minghai last time was still in the drawer.

But Chen Minghai worked very hard during the day, and she was worried that she would wake him up by getting up, so she had to grit her teeth and hold on until dawn.

When it was too much to bear, she bit down on the quilt so that it would not overflow with a deep moan.