That vacant room was originally a place for piles of debris.

The so-called bed is just a few wooden boards, scrawled together, and the word "simple" is no longer enough to describe it.

Originally they were guests, so they couldn't rob the master's room no matter what. But Huang Ying insisted that she refused, saying that she was used to living in a bad place, it didn't matter, she couldn't wrong the guests from the city.

She had a firm attitude and could not refuse, so she arranged it like this.

When it rains, the village will be quieter, with the sound of rain. Sitting in front of the fire pit, Huang Ying said with half joy and half melancholy: "The director told me that when the movie is over, people outside will know the situation in our village and they will help."

Xie Nanting nodded and said, "Definitely."

Movies are not just limited to entertainment.

It was getting dark soon, and there was a sound of firewood crackling in the fire pit, and the fire inside was getting smaller little by little. There was a tin kettle beside the fire pit, steaming upwards.

Huang Ying had stayed with them for a while, but the two told her to go to sleep.

Xie Nanting glanced at Song Zhaoshui a few times, and seeing that her eyelids were getting heavier, he said, "Are you going to stay up all night?"

Song Zhaoshui was shocked, he woke up immediately, and said to him, "Go to sleep first."

She wrapped the down jacket on her body a little tighter, looking at the posture, she really meant to sit for the night. Xie Nanting no longer persuaded him, he got up and brought over the basin that Huang Ying had already prepared. The green plastic basin was so white that it took a long time for the owner to wipe off all the dirt on it before bringing it to the guests.

He wrapped the tin kettle in a handkerchief and lifted it up, poured half a basin of water into the basin, and poured a ladle of cold water into it. He touched the temperature of the water with his hands, and it was just right before he brought the basin to Song Zhaoshui's side: " Wash up first."

Here, it is obviously impossible to brush your teeth and take a bath. Song Zhaoshui washed her face, saw Xie Nanting washing her face with the water she had used, and gently turned her head away from him.

There was not much water in an iron pot at all, so he could only do that.

After washing up, Xie Nanting told her to go to bed, and Song Zhaoshui said stubbornly, "I want to play with my phone for a while."

The signal in the village is very poor. It takes a long time to load a webpage when you click it. Xie Nanting can't see what the fun is on the phone here.

He asked, "Do you dislike this place being dirty?"

Song Zhaoshui naturally denied that Huang Ying had given up her room to them, and she also took out a clean quilt cover and changed all of them. Song Zhaoshui felt that he had caused a lot of trouble to others, how could he dislike it?

Xie Nanting nodded and said in a flat tone, "That's why you dislike me."

"I do not……"

"You don't want to sleep with me," Xie Nanting pierced through the thin window paper, and continued without waiting for her to refute, "Go to sleep, I'll sit here."

Song Zhaoshui didn't move: "You don't have to."

Instead, Xie Nanting smiled, and reached out to brush off the white soot above her head: "I can't keep my girlfriend up all night, can I?"

He pushed the person to the side of the bed half-shoveling and said, "Go to sleep, the rain will stop when you wake up."

The bed was in the other corner of the room, and there was no barrier to cover it. Even lying on the bed, you could see the situation on the side of the fire pit. Song Zhaoshui quietly looked at the broad back, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he turned around and faced the wall, not looking at him.

But she couldn't see it, she could hear it.

The crackling sound of the burning became smaller and smaller. She heard Xie Nanting's door opening, and soon came back, gently putting down a pile of things.

Oh, he went to the porch to get the wood.

It's cold at night, and if the fire goes out, people probably won't be able to sit still.

The quilt was damp and heavy, not warm, and the person under pressure could not move. Song Zhaoshui heard Xie Nanting blowing fire. This man was very stupid. He didn't know how to burn fire. After putting out the fire, he was blowing slowly again.

"Cough-cough-"

Xie Nanting choked on the smoke, coughed twice, and quickly suppressed it.

Then there is the eerie silence.

Song Zhaoshui guessed that he was holding his breath and moving lightly, for fear of waking her up.

But how can she sleep?

He loves her dearly and doesn't let her suffer.

But she... is also distressed.

"Xie Nanting, come here." She turned over again, suspecting that she would shake out the heat that she had managed to build up in the quilt.

Xie Nanting walked towards her, the light was dim, and when she got close, she saw that his forehead was covered with soot.

"What's wrong? I woke you up?" He said softly.

She sat up, put on a quilt, raised her hand and wiped his forehead: "I'm going to sleep, what are you still burning?"

"I didn't mean to..." Xie Nanting paused before he understood her words, his eyes lit up, he pointed at himself, and said, "Can I sleep?"

"Did I stop you from letting you sleep?" Song Zhaoshui asked back, then without looking at his expression, he lay down again, facing the wall, "Sleep honestly, don't grab my quilt."

"If you don't grab it, you won't grab it." Xie Nanting said, his heartbeat was very noisy, like someone shooting basketball in an empty stadium, rhythmically.

He took off his coat, carefully rolled up a corner of the quilt, and got in.

The quilt was cold and hard, like a piece of ice in a quilt cover. Xie Nanting reached out and took both down jackets and laid them on Song Zhaoshui's quilt. The down jackets made a rustling sound, which was not noisy at all, but made people feel a little warm and secure.

Song Zhaoshui closed her eyes and curled up into a ball. The sleepiness slowly hit her. She also relaxed and fell asleep quickly.

The quilt had a musty smell, and the smell of the whole room was actually unpleasant.

Facing Song Zhaoshui's back, Xie Nanting quietly stretched his neck forward, smelling her fragrance.

He was a little sleepy at first, but now he is very awake.

A winter rain fulfilled his long-standing dream.

He opened his eyes and tried to listen to her breathing to determine if she was asleep now.

Like a thief, he stretched out a hand, as if taking the man in his arms. Song Zhaoshui turned over at this moment, Xie Nanting was startled, thinking that she was awake, and just wanted to withdraw her hand in a dazed way, but found that she arched her arms.

I didn't wake up, was still looking for a heat source when fell asleep.

Xie Nanting breathed a sigh of relief, and finally put down his sore arm and put his arm around her waist gently.

The slender waist fell into his arms, and the feeling brought by it is by no means satisfying.

That familiar, indescribable, secret feeling came again, making him feel like his IQ was suddenly gone, and his mind was full of only one thought.

You can't let this feeling manipulate you anymore, something will happen.

Xie Nanting sighed softly and prepared to stand up. Just sitting up, Song Zhaoshui reached out and touched him.

The heat source disappeared, and she instinctively retained it.

"Hey—" Xie Nanting felt that he almost lost his mind, and his whole body shook.

Why are you so casual? Where did you go? He scolded himself secretly, freeing up one hand to put Song Zhaoshui's hand under the quilt, tucked the quilt for her, and got up and went out.

The night was really frustrating, and the two stayed up very late.

So when it was dawn, couldn't wake up in time.

Xie Nanting's cell phone alarm clock rang once, and he reached out and pressed it. The second time it rang, Song Zhaoshui opened his eyes and found that the two were entangled like a tree and a vine. Her right hand was on Xie Nanting's neck, her left leg was sandwiched between his legs, and his left hand was on her waist.

The hot air they exhaled rose and became entangled.

It also……

She stretched out her free hand, found the noisy alarm clock under the pillow, and pressed it off. When the screen lights up, she sees a picture of herself.

She put the phone down, carefully trying to separate from him, and finally took his hand away, and he put it back up again.

This process was repeated three times, and Song Zhaoshui began to suspect that Xie Nanting was pretending to be asleep. She stretched out her hand and put it outside the quilt, letting the cold air rage.

Then he put his hand on Xie Nanting's neck expressionlessly.

"Yeah!" Xie Nanting was stunned by the ice and woke up suddenly. He frowned, and before he got up, he raised the corners of his mouth, "Are you awake?"

The eyes are moist and shiny, like some kind of soft and harmless animal.

Only then did Song Zhaoshui know that he wasn't pretending to be asleep, and felt a little embarrassed: "Well, it's time to get up."

She was about to take her hand back, but Xie Nanting said, "Wait."

He put her hand on his chest to warm it: "why is it so cold."

Song Zhaoshui felt more ashamed in his heart, cleared his throat and said nothing.

She felt a little embarrassed, but there was more embarrassment. She clearly felt something on her knee, something it shouldn't.

She raised her eyes and looked at Xie Nanting.

The latter got up in a panic, grabbed the clothes and put them on his body, and packed himself up in less than half a minute. He didn't dare to look at her, and ran away.

He is very cowardly.