The clear water flowed from the shower head worked tirelessly to wash away dirt.

It's a pity that many things are still dirty and uncontrollable, such as the tin soldier's love beyond his control, such as his desire to overflow his body.

...

Lu Miao sat on the bed contentedly, hugging Jiang Haoyue's arm like a koala.

She asked if his leg still hurt.

He replied that it was much better.

"Tell me a little more, you used to hide from me."

She actively wants to understand his condition, so that she will not be at a loss like this next time.

"How do you feel when it hurts? How can I help you?"

Jiang Haoyue looked at the ceiling and thought for a while.

When Lu Miao thought that he fell asleep, or did not want to speak and remained silent, he opened his mouth.

"That leg doesn't exist."

"But I can feel it all the time, it hurts."

"The left leg, in my perception, is a bit shorter than the right leg, and it still maintains the length of a child."

"It's dead, but the pain is still tormenting me. Sometimes it's a sore knee, sometimes it's a cramp in my toe, sometimes my calf feels watery and I can't dry it; It's itchy, and sometimes I feel like someone is going to gouge out my thighs piece by piece... In thunderstorms, I can't sleep after tossing and turning, and the stump will ache."

His low-spirited voice echoed in the room. Narrating this matter is so calm that it seems that the matter itself has nothing to do with him, nor does it have a great impact on him.

The listeners were still worried.

She let go of his arm and embraced half of his body, her posture changed from being hugged by him to hugging him.

Lu Miao thought, this posture might make Jiang Haoyue feel more comfortable.

He smiled and patted her on the back soothingly: "don't worry, it's not serious. You can't help me, and I can't help myself. It will be uncomfortable on cloudy and rainy days, but it's fine at other times. "

"Besides worrying, I have nothing else to do, you still don't make me worry..."

Lu Miao said dully: "In that rainy day, we will hide at home and not go out. I will accompany you at home."

"Fool." Jiang Haoyue sighed and pinched her cheek.

"Do you want to eat noodles?" She blinked and asked obediently, "Miao Miao, who is very good at cooking, can cook noodles for you to eat."

He couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

Finally, she had something she could help with, so Lu Miao jumped out of bed happily, rummaged through the small induction cooker and the small pot she brought, and got busy.

Jiang Haoyue sat up and prepared to put on her shoes to help her.

Hearing his dishonest movement, Lu Miao turned around suddenly, holding the pot in his hand.

"You're not allowed to move," she said fiercely: "I can't deprive me of the right to cook noodles for my beloved alone."

Jiang Haoyue had no choice but to go back to bed.

He stared at her busy back in a trance, and unconsciously put a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated quietly.

It was a new text message, the sender displayed "Aunt Fang", and Jiang Haoyue clicked on the message.

[Xiaojiang, when will Lu Miao come back? I want to talk to her on the phone. It's raining over there, does she have enough clothes to wear?]

He stared at the text, a simple line of words, and read it for about five minutes.

He didn't know how to reply.

At this time, another text message came in.

[She has been playing with you for a long time, you help me tell her that it is almost time to come back, so I can't keep bothering you. 】

"What are you looking at?" Lu Miao turned to talk to him during the cooking time.

Jiang Haoyue quickly closed the phone screen subconsciously and chose to hide from her.

"No."

Inside the pot, the delicious noodle soup boiled.

The world outside is pouring rain.

He had never liked rainy days, but now he hoped that the rain would last longer and trap her here.

He doesn't have a castle, but selfishly wants to keep looking at her all the time, no matter how he sees it, he doesn't think it's enough.

"You're done."

After cooking and setting the tableware, Lu Miao's noodle restaurant specially opened for customer Xiaojiang can open for business.

He sat down in front of the chair, but she sold it and refused to give him the chopsticks in her hand.

Lu Miao crossed her hands and coughed lightly: "I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, and this noodle... I cooked it. If you want to eat my noodle, you need to pay something."

He judged that she was pretending to be a bully, so he started to play a good woman.

"What?" He raised his head and looked at her standing innocently.

Lu Miao raised the corner of his mouth and leaned over slightly.

Fingers frivolously lifted his chin, her eyes entangled with his.

"This little lady's, a kiss." Ambiguous eyes moved to his thin lips.

Jiang Haoyue thought to herself: She really is playing a bully.

"What if I can't afford it?"

The little lady Yueyue sniffed and asked miserably.

"You can't afford it?" The bully was angry.

He nodded.

Lu Miao thought bitterly: Jiang Haoyue is too bad, isn't he just pretending to be pitiful? His mouth is clearly here, how could he not be able to pay!

As soon as she thought about it, she wasn't annoyed, but instead smiled at him with all the charm.

"Oh, I can't help it, I'm really a kind shopkeeper. If you can't afford it, I can borrow it from you first..."

While speaking, she moved neatly and "boo" on his lips.

- Hee hee, I'm here.