There was an older bed in the west room. He carefully dusted the bed, wiped it with a wet rag, and simply made the bed with a quilt.
Yang Donghu finished washing the dishes and thought of coming in to see if there was anything he needed help with.
Watching Zhao Luochuan make the bed skillfully, a different feeling arose in my heart.
"Or I'll just sleep in this room today." Yang Donghu still remembered his grandmother's advice not to be too pretentious and annoy others.
Zhao Luochuan looked him up and down and said, "This bed is too hard. You're too weak. If you sleep here, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."
Yang Donghu wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhao Luochuan.
"It's too late today, hurry up and wash up and go to bed. We don't have any extra basins at home, so you can use mine first, and I'll buy a new one tomorrow."
Yang Donghu had no choice but to give up.
After washing up, he took his bag and went into the east room.
The night in the countryside is surprisingly quiet.
An overly quiet environment would make people feel powerless as if they were abandoned by the whole world. He sat on the bed, looking at the full moon outside, and an inexplicable sense of grievance surged in his heart.
So many things happened all at once today, everything happened so suddenly that it caught us off guard.
Yang Donghu buried his head in the quilt in panic, and soon a slight sobbing sound was heard in the room.
He comforted himself in his heart that Zhao Luochuan was a good man who would make fried rice for him and let him sleep on a more comfortable bed.
Well, Zhao Luochuan is a good person.
The next morning, the sky was bright.
When Yang Donghu got up, he glanced towards the west room and didn't see Zhao Luochuan. He walked out of the house and walked around the yard, but still didn't find anyone.
Just when he was wondering where the person had gone, he heard a creak and the gate was pushed open.
It’s Zhao Luochuan.
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