Jiang Yingchi opened the door, already wearing a bathrobe. Seeing that she was holding a stack of clean clothes, she frowned slightly: "Is something the matter?"
Ning Qiluo handed over the clothes she was holding: "These are clean clothes I got for you from your grandfather."
"This is troublesome." That was his cool voice.
Ning Qiluo smiled and was about to shake her head and say it was no trouble.
With a 'bang'.
The door was closed.
Ning Qiluo was shocked, staring blankly at the closed door in front of her.
Why did he close the door?
Ning Qiluo raised her hand and knocked on the door again.
'Knock knock knock-'
This time the knocking wasn't so thuggish; it was more polite.
But a long time passed and no one came to open the door.
Just when Ning Qiluo thought he wouldn't open the door, it clicked open, and she smiled again. But the person standing inside had an extremely cold face and asked her impatiently, "Is there anything else?"
A cold and aloof person with a harsh face—that's how Ning Qiluo has always described him. She used to think she was exaggerating, but now, it's quite accurate.
It was as if she owed him millions.
"I brought you these clothes; you can make do with them."
He glanced at it only once before looking away and said, "Thank you for your help."
Then the door closed again.
Ning Qiluo: "..."
Wow! Such a big ego?
Ning Qiluo, with her short temper, couldn't stand it and wanted to throw away the clean clothes she was holding, but when she thought that they were her grandfather's clothes, she resisted the urge to throw them away.
My grandfather said these were guests he had invited.
We can't scare people away.
So Ning Qiluo put up with it.
She picked up the clothes and turned them back.
inside the house.
The orange-yellow light reflected in Jiang Yingchi's eyes. After a long while, her eyes slowly closed, and when she opened them again, only a deep blackness remained in her eyes.
...
The next day.
Ning Qiluo was angry early on; it was Cuihua who came to wake her.
Cuihua had been meowing incessantly outside her house for a long time. Ning Qiluo opened the door, her hair all fluffy, and stretched. After stretching, she half-squatted down, and Cuihua jumped into Ning Qiluo's arms with a push of her hind legs.
"Good morning, Cuihua."
Meow~
Ning Qiluo wanted to kiss Cuihua, but she hadn't brushed her teeth, and Cuihua was disgusted, so she buried her round face in Ning Qiluo's chest.
"You dislike me too? Humph, I'm leaving this afternoon, you won't see me for a long time."
Meow~
Cuihua raised her fluffy cat head, as if she could understand what she was saying.
Ning Qiluo hugged Cuihua for a while before realizing that Cuihua's feet were dirty and she didn't know where she had been that morning.
She carried Cuihua to the old-fashioned stand where a water vat was placed; she used to scoop water from it to brush her teeth.
She lifted Cuihua's feet, used a gourd ladle to scoop water to wet them, and then used the handmade soap next to her to scrub them. While scrubbing, she said, "You don't like to be clean, and you like to wear stockings. Fine, you can wear them, but they're white. If they get dirty, it'll be too obvious."
Cuihua: "Meow~"
It's as if it's saying: Just wash it, why all the fuss?
Because Cuihua's front and hind paws are white, while its body and legs are the color of a tabby cat, Ning Qiluo said it was wearing stockings.
Ning Qiluo washed Cuihua's front and back feet clean, then went to get a hairdryer to dry Cuihua's stockings.
Lan's mother cooked noodles for her.
She got up early, and now she was the only one at the table. Cuihua was in her arms, and she blew on the noodles she was holding. Cuihua also came closer.
Ning Qiluo opened her mouth to eat, and Cuihua also opened her mouth: "Meow~"
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