"Yes, it's here. I have your coat here too. I'll go down today and give it to you tomorrow. I washed your clothes last night. Oh, and your scarf too. I washed them by hand."
"You hand-wash my clothes and my scarf?"
"Well, this is the first time in my life that I'm washing clothes for a girl. Are you touched?"
"Why?"
Zhu Yanxi was surprised. Yang Wuluo's boyfriend washes my clothes? Don't do this. I couldn't sleep last night and I want to catch up on some sleep today. How can I sleep like this?
"I couldn't sleep last night and wanted to find something to do, so I washed your clothes and scarf. Don't worry, they are clean."
"Okay then, I'll come get it tomorrow. It's raining today, so I won't go out."
In fact, the clothes were dried, but Lin Can didn't want to return them to Zhu Yanxi today. It was not that Lin Can wanted to masturbate with other people's clothes, but it was not appropriate to return them to her today. Because she had a good sleep today and she knew very clearly who she was and who Lin Can was. If he returned the clothes to her, it would be clear.
That won't work, right?
So I washed it by hand, waited a day, and continued to struggle.
Routines, all of them are routines.
Sometimes, it’s not that boys are handsome and popular with girls, but that they have many tricks and every move is fatal to girls.
…
After washing up, he walked barefoot across the floor of the modern Chinese-style oversized bungalow. He came to the dining room and opened the freezer under the refrigerator. Inside was a neatly arranged shelf of dumplings of various flavors. These were the dumplings Xie Wanlian had bought with her own money before returning home. She had said, "It's unhygienic to order outside, so I'll fill the dumplings with leeks, mushrooms, and carrots. If you're hungry, you can try some different flavors."
Quite touching.
Lin Can cooked three dumplings of each of the three flavors and ate them at the large wooden dining table next to the glass wall. A light rain fell outside, and a wintersweet blossom graced the scene. While eating the dumplings, Lin Can sent a WeChat message to Xie Wanlian: "Wanlian, you know I don't like sugar, yet you still put sugar in my dumplings?"
Xie Wanlian quickly replied: [I clearly remember not adding sugar.]
Lin Can: [Then why do I feel so sweet inside when I eat the dumplings you make?]
Xie Wanlian: [(covering her mouth and laughing)]
Lin Can: [Wanlian, are you doing well in your hometown? ]
Xie Wanlian: [Very good, thank you for your concern, squad leader.]
Lin Can: [Come back early when school starts, or I won’t be able to eat dumplings before school starts.]
After a few seconds, the other side replied: [Okay, sure.]
In Heilongjiang Province and Daxinganling Mountains, the world of ice and snow is like a world of ice and snow covered in silver, and the biting cold wind is whistling past.
A strong sled dog was breathing out white air, the hair at the corners of its mouth was all ice silk, and it was running in the snow, leaving behind a row of footprints.
"Xiaobai, don't run around."
A girl wearing a thick coat and a hat, covering herself tightly with only her eyes exposed, carrying a large backpack full of pine cones on her small body.
She came to the mountains early in the morning and climbed up the trees to pick these pine cones. She also needed to carry them home, peel the shells and make pine nuts, and then take them to the market to sell them wholesale to supplement the family income.
She needs to go back and forth three or four times a day, and each trip is three or four kilometers. She tries to carry more each time. Although her shoulders are already red, there is no other way. She has to live. She doesn't feel tired because this is Xie Wanlian's life.
A man and a dog, one walking deep and one shallow in the snow, walked in the deserted Greater Khingan Range. The biting cold wind blew, and the man gradually walked away on the other side of the white snow.
An hour later, the footprints stopped outside a dilapidated bungalow at the end of a remote and backward village.
There are only about ten households in this village, most of whom have moved to the county town. It is considered a particularly poor village in the area.
Xie Wanlian walked into the yard carrying a large basket on her back and closed the door. She poured the pine cones in the basket into the shed. There were already a lot of them piled up here. Xie Wanlian planned to go into the mountains to look for pine cones for a few days, then peel them and carry them to the market to sell.
"Huh~" Xie Wanlian rubbed her sore arm, took a short rest, and stood up tiredly again. She mixed cement and put it in a bucket, brought it to the right side of the courtyard wall, and used second-hand red bricks bought in the village to build the wall.
"Wanlian, are you building the wall again?" At this time, an old lady passed by the wall and said with concern: "It's winter, and your hands are frozen and cracked. Take a rest for a while, don't exhaust yourself."
"It's okay, I'll just put on my gloves."
Xie Wanlian is very good at bricklaying. There is nothing she cannot learn. When she is in desperate situation and can only rely on herself, she can learn anything. For example, this bungalow with cement walls was a fence house last year. It collapsed under the snow and Xie Wanlian was almost crushed to death. The village chief asked the government to give some money to this extremely poor household. Xie Wanlian also took out all her savings and followed the construction team to build this small bungalow.
As for the wall, Xie Wanlian didn't have much money to spend, so she just built it whenever she had free time. She went from not knowing how to do it to becoming proficient, and now the wall is almost finished.
The bungalow has cement walls and no decoration. Xie Wanlian would not spend money on these useless things. To Xie Wanlian, "decoration and beautification are useless."
Some people live just to live.
"Wanlian, you go ahead and do your work, alas~" Aunt Niu sighed distressedly. Although Xie Wanlian was picked up, this girl was very diligent. She really didn't know why her parents would abandon such a diligent and sensible child.
"Cough cough cough~" At this time, a coughing sound came from the room. Xie Wanlian threw away her tools and ran into the room and came to the bedside. "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"
A white-haired old woman was lying on the bed. She was blind, her face was covered with wounds, and her right leg was disabled.
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