Chapter 21: What is home

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Washing clothes is the best for Ah Chou, but there are no soap horns here, the clothes are heavy and heavy, and it is really troublesome to wash. Ah Chou "washed" for nearly two hours before taking these The clothes were cleaned, and then the blankets were replaced in the morning and the blankets were taken over and washed. The blankets were too dirty, but A Chou was also reluctant to throw them away. Ah Chou is very frugal now. For the future life of the two, she has to think as long as possible.
When washing the clothes, Ah Chou thought about it. After washing, he had to clean the dormitory well and make Zhong Mingwei a little more comfortable. However, after washing the clothes, it was almost dusk. I have to rub my sore back to cook porridge. I do n’t know if it ’s been a long time. He has done so much work. A ugly feels that he has become more precious. Not only does his back hurt, he even has two blisters on his fingers.
After the porridge was cooked, Ah Chou entered the dormitory with porridge and pickles. This time, Zhong Mingwei opened his eyes. A Chou was very happy, put the porridge down, and then went upside down and took the candle to light the room. Entering the upper end, in the partial room in the afternoon, A Chou found four candles. There were forty candles. A Chou was happy.
"I don't have time to make anything else, it's still white porridge. After two days I cleaned up my house. I'll make noodles for you. I'm the best at making pasta." A Chou sat on the edge of the bed, blowing white porridge while sending to Zhong Mingwei In front, "Come on, don't burn anymore."
Listening to her, Zhong Mingwei lost her appetite, and now she sneered at her lips, looking at the candle that flickered: "Home? What kind of home is this?"
A ugly looked at the white porridge that the spoon didn't feed out, and received it a bit pretendingly. While stirring the porridge in the bowl, she whispered, "Then what do you say is home?"
Zhong Mingwei froze, yeah, what is home?
Was the former majestic palace home?
No.
Although there are all his relatives in that place, that place is definitely not a home. How can there be so many stormy homes? How can there be so many homes of Sword and Frost Sword? How could there be a father who forced his son to live half dead?
...
So, what exactly is home?
"Open your mouth." A spoonful of thick and warm white porridge was delivered to Zhong Mingwei again, and a pickle of chopsticks was placed on it. Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, and the spoon of white porridge was fed into his mouth. The warm fragrance is really warm and heart-warming. A heart that was originally cold and cold also became warm and mellow.
After eating, Ah Chou replaced Zhong Mingwei's wet list and spread a clean list. Then she carried the bowl and got up to go out, but she paused again. She looked back at Zhong Mingwei, dizzy. Under the candlelight, Zhong Mingwei didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked at the beating flame without blinking his eyes.
Those eyes are so beautiful, unlike the fireworks of that year, they are like the stars. At this time, those eyes seem to be two quiet springs under the moonlight. Even if it is silent, it is touching. It was until that candlelight jumped suddenly and made a "snap" sound.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei realized that A Chou was still standing in the room.
"No ... it's okay," Ah Chou shook his head so busy that he looked away, she pointed to the candle on the table, "Well, do I want to put out the candle now?"