After pouring out the dirty water and putting the cleaning tools back into the utility room, Loran Hill stood up, wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Come to think of it, I haven't done housework properly for a long time, and I'm a little rusty at it.
Walking barefoot across the wet floor, a cool feeling spread from the soles of my feet. Silver moonlight spread from the windowsill into the room and fell on the floor that was not yet dry.
The girl placed her arms on the windowsill and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
If my mother saw me like this, she would probably scold me again.
My mother always does housework in the early morning because there are fewer people around during this time and no one will walk by while she is working, leaving footprints. The early morning sunlight can also speed up the drying process.
I rarely saw that scene on weekdays at school, but during holidays, I always slept until almost noon. When I emerged from my bedroom, sleepy-eyed, I could smell the distinct scent of evaporating water vapor, and then my mother would scold me, saying things like, "The sun's burning my butt."
Then walk carefully on the floor without any water marks and wash without leaving any footprints.
My mother is a very hardworking person. Naturally, she can't stand me being idle. Whenever I have a holiday, she will ask me to do housework.
Unfortunately, I didn't do it well and was often lazy. I only used one hand to use the mop. My mother often told me that I should use both hands and bend down to look like I was working.
At the time, I thought that as long as I cleaned it, I wouldn't be working for others to see, so why bother? Sometimes I would even put one foot on the mop and scrub some difficult stains, thinking I was doing a good job.
With the past memories in his mind, Loran Hill walked into the kitchen, picked up the boiling kettle, went to the bathroom next door, and took a comfortable hot bath with the cool and clean stream water.
Wearing a clean white dress, the girl moved a bamboo lounge chair into the courtyard.
On an autumn night, under a tall red maple tree, the girl lies on a bamboo lounge chair, feeling the gentle night breeze blowing across her body, bringing bursts of coolness.
The leaves rustled softly, a bright moon hung high in the night sky, its silver light like water spreading over the mountains and fields, and a few lonely birdsongs came from the distant forest.
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