After eating, they rest for a while and start sweeping. The newly rented house is fairly clean and has basic wardrobe furnishings. Because the boys who left left too much clutter, they couldn't take it calmly. The first half of the time is spent in the process of sorting, with rows of items on the left and right, and those left behind and those who are discarded stand in line. The second half of the time they were throwing things desperately, worn-out clothes, moldy books, and bowls that had been bumped. The ownership of the house did not belong to them, but they were satisfied with the right to live in it, and the young people were holding back their energy to make it their world. There's so much to worry about here than school, but ambition can overcome everything, and they consider themselves the masters of the world.

"Almost, huh?" Gina asked. Her hair was hanging down from front of her eyes, and her braided hair was a little unkempt. By this time they had discarded a lot of waste, up and down, and those stairs had exhausted their legs.

"It's going to be done right away." Qin Hong took out the mop from the toilet to dry the water and laboriously wiped the floor. "I really didn't expect boys to have so much garbage." Gina wiped the windowsill with a rag and folded the dirty side in it to wipe it again.

"Thank you so much today." Chen Ying walked out of the kitchen with three bags of garbage. She was covered in sweat, and her long hair behind her back was covered in dust.

"It's nothing." Gina said nonchalantly, looking around for the bag she brought, "It's too late, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the last train." The main parts are all cleared, and the details are up to you. ”

She straightened her hair in the bathroom in front of the mirror, then pulled up the belt of her small satchel and walked out of the door: "Go first, bye-bye." ”

"Goodbye." Chen Ying waved her hand.

Qin Hong sent Ji Na out of the door. Chen Ying remained in the house, trying to get rid of the remaining rotten garbage from the kitchen. Exhaustion doesn't convince her to give up her tail sweeping, which is a stronghold of insects and stench, and she's going to get the job done to the end. Wearing rubber gloves, she brushed brick by brick with steel wool balls, carefully removing the blackened sludge between the brick joints. This is Qin Hong's first residence after leaving school, and she wants everything to be flawless.

He's back. He saw the garbage bags she had piled up outside the door and the dirty water in the kitchen bucket, which had been mixed with detergent water, but now it was covered with oil and sludge - a bit like Chen Ying, who was neat and tidy when she first arrived here, but now she is covered in dust.

"Don't do it, let's talk about it tomorrow." He said, "Take a shower." ”

The complete range of living facilities was an important reason why he chose this house. By this time, it was too late to go back, and the hot water supply in the bathhouse in front of her dormitory would stop. On a hot summer day, an apartment with a water heater always provides enough convenience for those who are covered in sweat to instantly feel refreshed. She took his advice and went into the bathroom alone, locking the door with her backhand. She stripped off her clothes one by one in front of the mirror and stood naked in front of the mirror. She found a basin to attach to the faucet and waited for the hot water to come down the pipe.

"Is the water temperature right?" He asked.

"It's getting hot." She reached out with one hand to let the water run through her fingertips to test the temperature, and with the other hand combed through her long, somewhat knotted hair.

"I'll just wait a minute. I have set the temperature of the water to forty-two degrees. He said.

Gradually, she placed her whole body under the faucet, and her hair was wet and then rubbed on some shampoo. There's nothing more satisfying than a hot bath after a hard day's work, the muscles of her body relaxing, and she unconsciously hums a familiar tune. She knew he was always outside the door, and the frosted glass door occasionally reflected a moving figure.

"I'm done." She turned off the water, picked up the towel he hung on the pole, and rubbed her long hair vigorously.

"I'll go in again when you come out." His voice immediately rang out in the doorway.

Tolays do not completely absorb the moisture on the surface of the skin and can still stick to the body when wearing clothes. She didn't want him to misunderstand, and struggled with the wet part of her clothes. At an age when her peers mark youth with indulgence, she wraps herself tightly

"The water is a little hot." She said to him when she came out. He, like her, was neatly dressed.

She watched him go in and lock the door before turning around and going to his room to surf the Internet on his computer. She casually scanned the news, looked at the folder for his collection of movies, and flipped through the folder he had specially marked, which was full of photos of his college life, several of which she had seen at graduation ceremonies. She wanted to wait for her hair to dry before leaving, but he didn't have a hair dryer here, it was late, she hesitated, there was still a long way to go from the school, and safety was also a problem.

"Stay tonight and go back early tomorrow morning." He made up his mind for her.