After speaking, she looked at him, opened her mouth wide, and took a savage mouthful of porridge to prove to him that she drank porridge well... "Cough!"

"But," Jiang Haoyue's explanation took a step slower: "The porridge is very hot."

Lu Miao stuck out his tongue and fanned into his mouth.

"Jiang, puff, Jiang Haoyue!"

He raised his hand innocently, indicating that he had done nothing.

The warm lights of the food stalls, the steaming porridge with white smoke, and the cold night are filled with lights a little bit.

The frizzy girl stretched out her hand, trying to pinch the boy sitting opposite her with a smile on his face.

The spectators looked at the picture and sighed: It's nice to be young.

Chapter 28 Winter Night

Taking a shower in winter, take off clothes before go to wash, so don’t want to go in;

After eating a supper that could be regarded as a late-night snack, Lu Miao, who was injured, was in a good mood for some reason, and hummed a song in the bathroom.

Jiang Haoyue silently took her clothes to wash.

The washboard on the terrace on the fourth floor is used by fewer people in winter. There was a simple tap, and the tap water was so cold that it hurt and stings on my hands.

There was no light on the terrace, and by the light elsewhere, Jiang Haoyue scrubbed the blood on her clothes.

After lathering with laundry soap several times, the bloodstains gradually faded in repeated washings. He stared at the smear of red with gloomy eyes, his teeth clenched his lower lip, and his strength was so strong that he had to brush the soft autumn clothes.

——Whatever you say, the courage to back down is also considered brave.

- He's just cowardly.

Jiang Haoyue saw the provocative letter.

He didn't dismantle it, didn't move it, Quan thought he didn't receive it.

Jiang Haoyue said to herself: He doesn't care about the content of the letter, because he doesn't pay attention to the people who talk about him.

He has always done this, without being isolated, without being misunderstood, without those ugly words.

But does he really care?

how is this possible.

Pretending to be indifferent to others is just powerless.

Lu Miao said to him, "You are always a brave person", maintaining his precarious dignity, even he himself couldn't help but believe it.

When she was away, facing her blood-stained sleeves alone, Jiang Haoyue remembered - he was just cowardly.

The sewage mixed with foam flows along the mottled lines of the washboard to the black drain.

After a long time, he wrung out her clothes to dry and carefully smoothed out the folds.

He raised his eyes again, opened the door to the terrace, and walked towards the bright light.

Everything is clean again.

Lu Miao came out of the public bathroom with a warm feeling that had not evaporated after the hot bath. Too lazy to put on thick sweaters and pants, she wore light pajamas and went straight to the second floor as fast as she could.

Jiang Haoyue left the door for her, and Lu Miao hurriedly opened and closed the door, entered the room, jumped on his bed, and hid under the covers.

"Cold cold."

She was wrapped in the quilt, her body huddled; her teeth were fighting up and down, leaving only one head exposed to the air.

"Hair wet, come down and blow."

He was busy and did not lift his head. The pen in his hand pointed to the turban and the hair dryer on the side of the desk.

"Why do people have to blow their hair?" The comfortable quilt made people lazy, and Lu Miao began to rely on it again: "It's so cold, I don't want to get out of bed."

Jiang Haoyue stopped writing, grabbed the towel, and threw it on her head.

Lu Miao was covered up and grabbed the towel angrily: "Wow! It's my business that I don't blow my head, why did you throw me away!"

He coughed lightly and said helplessly: "Wipe it dry, you will catch a cold. I'll blow it for you later, okay?"

"Oh." The corners of his mouth curved quietly, Lu Miao was happy.

Reaching out a little hand from the quilt, holding the towel, he carelessly rubbed his wet hair.

She was bored wiping her hair, and turned to Jiang Haoyue, who was attentive under the lamp, and couldn't help but want to quarrel with him.

"What time is it, you haven't finished your homework yet?"

"I'm done." He faced her and lifted the cover of the exercise book in his hand: "This is yours."

"..."

Only then did Lu Miao remember that he hadn't touched a word of his homework today.

"Xin, hard work, hahaha."

"It's quite hard work," Jiang Haoyue said unexpectedly, "If you want to miscalculate the question on purpose, it's probably two-thirds wrong."

"Hey! Are you sarcastic about my wrong homework?"

Lu Miao came out of the quilt, ready to go and beat him.

"Aren't you?" Jiang Haoyue asked her back.

"You...!" The fist was out, Lu Miao knew that he was right, and took it back.

——Forget it, learning is too difficult, bow to learning.

After finishing the last question, Jiang Haoyue closed the workbook, sorted out the homework at hand, and helped her put it neatly into her schoolbag.

Turning off the desk lamp, he plugged in the hair dryer and sat next to Lu Miao.

"head."

Jiang Haoyue spread out his palm.

She leaned her head over smoothly.

He touched her hair, which was so wet that she could wring out water, and told her to wipe her hair without seriously wiping it.

"Being lazy like this..."

Helpless, Jiang Haoyue brought a towel and wiped it for her again.

Lu Miao didn't have to do anything and was at ease.

She didn't know where she found a piece of chocolate. When he helped her blow her hair, she was chomping happily in her mouth.

He wondered, "Where did it come from?"

"You're on the bed." She patted his bed board.

Jiang Haoyue felt amused: "When did you hide it?"