Washing clothes is what Ah Chou is best at, but there is no soap here, and the clothes are heavily moldy. It is really troublesome to wash. Ah Chou washed for nearly two hours before washing the clothes clean. Then he took the blankets and sheets that he changed in the morning to wash, because the sheets were too dirty. But Ah Chou was reluctant to throw them away. Lao Jiang said that whether they live or die in the future depends on themselves, so Ah Chou is very frugal now. For the future life of the two, she has to think as far as possible.
While washing clothes, Ah Chou was thinking. After washing, I have to clean the dormitory. I have to make Zhong Mingwei live more comfortably. But it was almost dusk when I finished washing clothes. Ah Chou hung the clothes. Then he was busy rubbing his sore back and cooking porridge. I don’t know if it has been a long time since I did so much work. Ah Chou felt that he had become delicate. Not only did his back and waist ache, but even two blisters appeared on his fingers.
After the porridge was cooked, Ah Chou brought it and pickled vegetables into the dormitory. This time, Zhong Mingwei had his eyes open, and Ah Chou was very happy. He put the porridge down, then hurried to the side room to get some candles, lit them, and brought them in. In the afternoon, Ah Chou found four candles in the side room, a total of forty candles, and was very happy.
"I don't have time to make anything else today, so I'll just make porridge. After the house is cleaned up in a couple of days, I'll make noodles for you. I'm the best at making noodles," Ah Chou sat on the edge of the bed, blowing on the porridge while bringing it to Zhong Mingwei, "Here, it's not hot anymore."
Zhong Mingwei lost his appetite after listening to her words. He pursed his lips in a sarcastic tone and looked at the flickering candle: "Home? What kind of home is this?"
Ah Chou looked at the porridge that had not been fed out with the spoon and took it back with some embarrassment. She stirred the porridge in the bowl and whispered, "Then what do you say is home?"
Zhong Mingwei was stunned. Yes, what is home?
Was that magnificent palace from the past your home?
no.
Although all his relatives were there, it was definitely not a home. How could there be a home with so many undercurrents? How could there be a home with so many harsh and dangerous situations? How could there be a father who forced his son to death?
…
So, what exactly is home?
"Open your mouth." A spoonful of thick, warm porridge was brought to Zhong Mingwei with a chopstick of pickled vegetables on it. As soon as Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, the spoonful of porridge was fed into his mouth. The warmth and fragrance really warmed his heart and stomach. His originally cold heart now became warm.
After finishing the meal, Ah Chou changed the damp sheet for Zhong Mingwei and put down a clean sheet. Then she held the bowl and stood up to go out, but suddenly stopped. She looked back at Zhong Mingwei. Under the dim yellow candlelight, no one knew what Zhong Mingwei was thinking, his eyes staring at the dancing flames without blinking.
Those eyes were so beautiful, unlike the ones that were shining like stars under the fireworks that year. At this moment, those eyes seemed like two tranquil springs under the moonlight, moving even though silent. Ah Chou could not help but stare at them in a daze, until the candle flame suddenly jumped, making a "pop" sound.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei then realized that Achou was still standing in the room.
"No...it's okay," Ah Chou hurriedly shook her head and turned her eyes away. She pointed at the candle on the table and said, "Um, do you want me to put it out now?"
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