In the bathroom, there was a large and short red plastic basin. In this kind of basin that can be seen everywhere, it was filled with hot water.
When Taisetsu walked in, he could see the curling hot steam.
He looked at the big basin on the ground, no doubt how tempting it is to take a hot bath in this cold weather.
Taisetsu looked at the basin of hot water, lost in thought.
In the basin filled with hot steam, there was suddenly a circle of ripples … From the middle, a small ripple spread out, as if the calm water surface was sprinkled with rain.
Circle after circle, the water in the basin began to surge, it was originally hot, but now it seemed to be boiling again!
Surge, surge, surge. The surging water suddenly splashed out from the basin, and a little water splashed on Taisetsu's body.
Like being shot by a spark from a burning firewood, a burning sensation made Taisetsu suddenly shrink his arm. His whole body was stuck to the wall of the bathroom. In this cold weather, his forehead was oozing wet sweat.
Knock, knock.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Taisetsu's body instantly trembled … The boiling water at this time had returned to calm, those surging water splashes seemed to have never existed, only the curling hot steam.
It was like a hallucination.
At this time, Luoqiu's voice came from outside the bathroom, "Maybe it's a little dirty inside, I didn't have time to clean it, sorry. Then I found a new towel, of course, it's been there for many years, it's not new, but it should be used, just use it first. "
"No, no problem …" Taisetsu responded in a low voice in the bathroom.
He took a deep breath, calmed his voice, and quickly responded, "I'm fine with anything."
With that, Taisetsu stuck to the wall, bypassing the big basin.
He quickly took off his clothes and took a towel. He didn't touch the hot water, but turned on the tap and began to wipe his body with cold water.
In the cold weather, Taisetsu's breathing quickened like a drowning man, making it difficult for him to breathe.
…
When Taisetsu came out of the bathroom, the towel was casually draped over his shoulder. He was still holding a bundle of clothes in his hand, while she was only wearing a vest and a jacket.
He found that Luoqiu was cleaning the living room. Some things were taken out of the old cabinets and placed on the coffee table.
At this time, Luoqiu looked at Taisetsu and smiled, "The Four Seasons Flowers in the courtyard should have bloomed recently. I picked some and made some hot tea. Drink some."
"You're welcome." Taisetsu nodded subconsciously.
It was a strange feeling. Although this guy had some relationship with him, it was only before he divorced his ex-wife. But now, there was no relationship at all. In fact, Taisetsu had heard that his ex-wife had such a relative, but they rarely contacted each other.
Taisetsu wasn't even sure if he had met this young man in front of him … Maybe they had a meal together during a visit during Chinese New Year, or maybe they didn't.
After such a long time, he couldn't remember many things clearly, let alone this kind of relationship that couldn't even be considered a relative now.
"Are you okay?" Luoqiu looked at Taisetsu who was in a daze and asked.
"Oh … I'm fine." Taisetsu shook his head. He had an impulse to drink this hot tea.
However, sprinkling some freshly picked osmanthus flowers into the hot water was a far-fetched thing for Taisetsu. He always felt that this was a taste that only women should have.
However, the taste turned out to be very good … It was really good. This was the most intuitive feeling after Taisetsu took a sip.
He held a very ordinary glass cup with both hands. The temperature was just right. There seemed to be a warm current spreading from his palms to his body, dispelling the coldness of the cold water he washed. "This tea …"
"I put some sugar in it. I found it in the kitchen." Luoqiu said casually, "You don't like sweetness?"
"No, no … No." Taisetsu shook his head, "It's good … It's good, thank you."
"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Luoqiu suddenly asked at this time.
Taisetsu was stunned, but he saw Luoqiu reach out and point at his neck.
Taisetsu subconsciously reached out and touched his neck. There was some raised flesh on the rough skin — It was a scar exposed from his chest.
Taisetsu shook his head, "It's okay. It happened a long time ago."
"That's good." Luoqiu nodded, picked up the feather duster and began to sweep the corner of the TV cabinet.
Taisetsu even felt as if he didn't exist. He couldn't help but ask, "That …"
"Just call me Luoqiu."
Taisetsu hesitated, "You … Don't you want to know how I got this wound?"
Luoqiu asked back, "Do you want to say it?"
Taisetsu opened his mouth and carefully drank the osmanthus hot tea in the cup in his hand. The light sweetness didn't seem to be honey. He didn't know what good candy could be found in this room. This taste made him a little infatuated.
Taisetsu finally opened his mouth, "When I was young, I didn't know anything, so I was chopped. From my neck all the way down to my stomach … "
Taisetsu shook his head and sighed deeply. He leaned on the long painted chair made of lychee wood, looked at Luoqiu, and said with a wry smile, "At that time, I was so scared that I really thought I would die like this. At that time … I should be 17 years old, right? Now that I think about it, so long has passed, and I … I am getting more and more scared. "
"That's really dangerous." Luoqiu nodded, stopped, and added some new hot water for Taisetsu.
Taisetsu always felt that this kind of hospitality was too extravagant for him.
It was so extravagant that he didn't know how to face it. He could only hold the cup with both hands, for fear that it would suddenly slip away from his hands.
Taisetsu suddenly remembered something, "I remember that your father was a police officer in a big city?"
"He's not there anymore." Luoqiu looked at the black and white photo hanging in the corner of the living room … That was the only photo of his father and his grandparents when he was young before he was born.
"I seem to have heard of it …" Taisetsu nodded, "You don't have it easy."
Luoqiu said indifferently, "It's okay, life has to go on."
Taisetsu wanted to say something but stopped, and suddenly asked, "Like you, the son of a police officer, don't you have any opinion about a prison prisoner like me?"
Luoqiu said casually, "But you are out now, aren't you?"
You are out now, so you are not a prison prisoner.
You are out now …
This sentence echoed in Dazhe's mind over and over again, making him feel suffocated in his heart.
"I … I'm tired."
Taisetsu quickly stood up, dodging Luoqiu's eyes, and hurriedly went upstairs, "Don't worry, I will leave early tomorrow morning, and won't disturb anyone … Finally, thank you for the tea."
Dazhe subconsciously took the teacup that he left with and put it on the steps of the stairs.
Luoqiu glanced at the ceiling, which was probably the position of the utility room, and whispered, "Good night."
After that, Luo Qiu scooped up a pile of dust and walked towards the kitchen — there was a door in the kitchen. He went to the backyard to put some garbage or something, which was probably the structure of the house.
When passing by the bathroom, Luoqiu took a look … The basin full of hot water was untouched.
"Well …"
…
…
Before dawn, Taisetsu quietly walked out of the kitchen, climbed over the low wall of the yard, and left silently.
He took all his belongings with him--including the sheets of paper which served as mats.
But he left a note: I hope that Luoqiu can not tell others that I have been here, and I promise that I will never go into his house again.
At dawn, Luoqiu opened the door of the old house in his hometown.
He remembered that when he came back from summer vacation when he was a child, he could see a rice field in front of him if he looked from here early in the morning.
At that time, there were many people who woke up earlier than him. At that time, there was no row of new houses on the opposite side of the village road.
At that time, it was as early as now. At that time, the doors of every house were open, and he could always see people.
He walked towards Grandma Xiaochun's house and knocked on the door a few times. It was his uncle's wife who opened the door for him.
The aunt looked a little panicked at this moment, as if she was frightened.
"What's wrong?"
"Luoqiu …" The aunt stopped talking and became nervous again. In the end, she opened the door directly, "I don't know what to say. See for yourself."
The aunt led Luoqiu into the house. His uncle was pacing back and forth in the hall at this moment. He looked uneasy … The house was full of the smell of cigarettes.
At this moment, a short figure walked out of the kitchen — it was Wet Nurse Xiaochun.
Grandma Xiaochun's face was not pale. Instead, there was a faint rosy color. She seemed to be in good spirits.
Grandma Xiaochun held a bowl with a big rooster pattern in her hands. Her face was full of smiles, "Come on, I made noodles. Let's have breakfast."
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