The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 21: What is home

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A Chou is good at washing clothes, but there is no soap locust here, and the clothes are heavily stained with mold. It is really troublesome to wash them. A Chou spent nearly two hours washing them. I just washed these clothes, and then took the blankets and sheets that I had changed out in the morning to wash. The sheets were too dirty, but A Chou couldn't bear to throw them away. Lao Jiang said that it would all depend on them whether they live or die in the future. She, so A Chou is very frugal now, and she has to think as far ahead as possible for the future life of the two of them.

While washing the clothes, A Chou thought that after the washing, the dormitory must be cleaned and cleaned to make Zhong Mingwei's stay more comfortable. However, it was almost dusk after washing the clothes, so A Chou had to hang the clothes. , I was so busy rubbing my sore back to make porridge. I don’t know if it has been a long time. After doing so much work, A Chou felt that he had become more delicate. Not only did his back hurt, but he also had two blisters on his fingers. Come.

After the porridge was cooked, A Chou carried the porridge and pickles into the dormitory. This time, Zhong Mingwei kept his eyes open. A Chou was very happy and put the porridge down, and then stumbled to the side room to get it. The candles were lit and brought in. In the afternoon, A Chou found four packets of candles in the side room. There were a total of forty candles. A Chou was very happy.

"I don't have time to make anything else today. It's just plain porridge. I'll clean up the house in two days. I'll make noodles for you. I'm the best at making pasta." A Chou sat on the edge of the bed, blowing on the porridge. Put it in front of Zhong Mingwei, "Come on, it won't be hot anymore."

After listening to her words, Zhong Mingwei lost his appetite. He held his lips sarcastically and looked at the flickering candle: "Home? What kind of home is this?"

A Chou looked at the white porridge that was not fed out of the spoon, and took it back with some embarrassment. While stirring the porridge in the bowl, she whispered: "Then what does home mean to you?"

Zhong Mingwei was stunned, yes, what is home?

Was that majestic palace in the past a home?

No.

Although there are all his relatives in that place, it is definitely not a home. How can there be so many undercurrents in a home? How could there be so many Fengdaoshuangjian homes? How can there be a father who drives his son to death?

……

So, what exactly is home?

"Open your mouth." A spoonful of thick and warm white porridge was delivered to Zhong Mingwei again, with a chopstick of pickled vegetables on top. Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, and the spoonful of white porridge was fed into his mouth. , the warm and fragrant smell really warms the heart and stomach. A heart that was originally cold became warm at this time.

After finishing the meal, Achou changed the damp sheet under Zhong Mingwei and put on a clean sheet. Then she held the bowl and stood up to go out, but she suddenly stopped. She looked back at Zhong Mingwei, Under the dim yellow candlelight, Zhong Mingwei didn't know what he was thinking. He stared at the beating flames with his eyes unblinkingly.

Those eyes were so beautiful, unlike that year when they were as bright as stars under the fireworks. At this time, those eyes seemed like two quiet springs under the moonlight. Even though they were silent, they were still moving. A Chou couldn't help but feel I was fascinated by it until the candle flame suddenly jumped and made a "pop" sound.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei realized that A Chou was still standing in the room.

"No...it's okay," Achou shook her head in a hurry and looked away. She pointed to the candle on the table, "Well, do you want me to put out the candle now?"