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"Are you hungry?" Rong Zhuo hurriedly wiped his face and stood up, looking helplessly at Rong Xuan's slightly frowning brows, and whispered. "Just wait a little longer..."

Rong Xuan didn't answer, walked over and leaned over to have a look, and saw that the heart of the stove was full of firewood, so naturally it couldn't be burned.He pulled out a few sticks of firewood that were still smoking, and set up the rest.With another blow, the flames sprang up obediently.

Rong Zhuo stood aside and looked down, feeling a little guilty and sad, forced a smile: "How about eating porridge today?" After a pause, he said: "I will do it next time."

Rong Xuan added more firewood silently.

Rong Zhuo is also used to not waiting for his answer these days.Turning around to get the rice, he thought about washing the rice, but the water didn't measure up, thinking that if he put in more water, it wouldn't get boiled.So the pot was full, but it was so clear that people could be seen.

It's almost late now, and it's too late to cook again.Rong Zhuo didn't dare to say a word, he tried to add salt, but didn't put oil.First try it secretly by yourself, although the taste is bland, but you can barely eat it, so you bite the bullet and give Rong Xuan a bowl first.When handing it over, he said in a low voice: "I will do well in the future." Although the words were not as confident as his usual, they were resolute.

Fortunately, Rong Xuan didn't say a word about him, took a look at him first, took it and ate half of it, pushed the bowl and went back to the house.

He is neither disgusted nor moved.But with such a calm attitude, Rong Zhuo felt more uncomfortable than being blamed and ridiculed.Bringing his remaining half bowl of clear porridge to his eyes, his depressed expression was reflected in the porridge bowl.

When a tear fell into the bowl, Rong Zhuo suddenly came back to his senses, lifted the bowl, and drank it together with his own tear.

After tidying up the dishes, the clothes changed yesterday need to be washed.There is a well in the yard, but fetching water requires skill, and washing clothes is something he has never done before.Inevitably a hectic.

He could vaguely sense Rong Xuan's indifferent eyes cast on him from the window.Rong Zhuo lowered his head, dipped his muddy underwear into the water, and rubbed them vigorously.

Wait for him to rinse the muddy water, and then hang the clothes under the eaves.Rong Xuan's gaze was no longer felt.The weather gradually turned bad again. It was almost spring and early summer, but the well water was a bit cold.Rong Zhuo looked down at his red hands, and then he felt cold.He remembered that Rong Xuan was afraid of the cold, afraid that he would be cold, so he went back to the kitchen to start a fire, but he couldn't find any charcoal.Firewood also emits puffs of smoke when it is burned, so it is impossible to put it in the house for heating.

Rong Zhuo stood in a daze in the narrow kitchen, then quietly walked back to the room.

Rong Xuan leaned on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed, his expression still peaceful.The shadow of the eyelashes casts on the slightly anemic cheek.There are traces of light blue haggardness under the eyes, revealing the vague melancholy.

This is the chance for Rong Zhuo to look at him quietly and carefully for many days, but when he looks at him carefully, a certain place in his heart is suffocated.What he said yesterday made Rong Xuan sleepless all night.Now I'm finally too tired to fall asleep.

Rong Zhuo froze in place, took a few deep breaths, and then stepped forward to cover him with the quilt.The quilt that disturbed the upper body was a little cold at first.Rong Xuan moved a little uncomfortable, but still fell asleep.

Rong Zhuo turned around and went to another room, taking his own quilt as well.

Uncle Ruan felt sorry for dinner, so he cooked some food and sent it over.

Rong Xuan has been asleep and did not wake up.Rong Zhuo left a portion for him, and he ate it all by himself.Sitting alone in the main room.People in the country are economical and cannot afford candles.Ruan Bo didn't prepare any special preparations for him, and the oil lamps used the worst vegetable oil.If you want to make a pot of tea, there is no tea.

A bean-like light flickered, shining on Rong Zhuo who was sitting at the table in a daze.

You need to buy tea, candles, charcoal, and rice.Only those few sets of clothes were brought out in a hurry, and the clothes were also bought.What else is missing?Rong Zhuo thought hard, he had never dealt with these things before.I always feel that there is still a lot of things missing, but I can't figure out what it is.

Rong Zhuo was a little frustrated, although there was no one in front of him, he couldn't help but shrink his neck quietly and curled up in a ball on the chair.

There was a sudden bang from outside.Rong Zhuo immediately jumped up from his chair.Listening carefully, the room was breathing smoothly, and he didn't wake up.

The sound was still intermittent, and it seemed to be coming from the kitchen.Rong Zhuo looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.He drew out his close-fitting short dagger and went out quietly.There were constant noises in the kitchen, as if something was rolling on the ground.

Rong Zhuo kicked open the door and rushed in.The things inside were frightened, several small black shadows ran around, and one of them panicked and rushed in the direction of the door.

Rong Zhuo had been on guard for a long time, and cut the shadow into two with a wave of his hand.The rest screamed strangely, and fled away in an instant.

He took out a torch and lit it, and the unexpected situation in the kitchen surprised him.The bowl containing the meat rolled on the ground and was still rolling gently. The sound just now came from here. The rats ate most of the meat covered in oil, and the rest fell to the ground.The rice was placed on the stove, and when the light came on, a few cockroaches hurriedly crawled away from it and fled for their lives.

The torch burnt out, and the last flame licked his fingers.Rong Zhuocai woke up suddenly, and turned to go back to the house to get the oil lamp.It was cold outside the house, and the flame the size of soybeans was extinguished in an instant.He didn't care and rushed to the door.After fumbling for a long time, turn on the lamp again, and use that light to see the situation on the ground.Looking at it, I trembled slightly.

Daily necessities, rats and cockroaches in the corner are nothing more than normal.

Rong Zhuo held his breath, endured his anger and helplessness, and then slowly squatted down with his knees hugged.I told myself over and over again in my heart that ordinary people live like this.It's all been like this.But my heart is still sad.

He didn't even make a good dinner for his little uncle.These humble rats and worms can make him at a loss.

"You're awake." Rong Zhuo came in with a basin, looked left and right, and placed it on the ground by the door. "I boiled hot water."

Rong Xuan closed his eyes without answering, then slowly opened them, his eyes were already clear.Feeling that the quilt on his body was a bit heavy, he lifted it and took a look.He slept together yesterday, his clothes were a little wrinkled, Rong Xuan stretched out his hands to smooth out the wrinkles, his face showed no expression.

Rong Zhuo looked at his face quietly, there was nothing wrong with it, and he didn't rush forward to pester him, but turned around and went out.

There were already two bowls on the table in the main room, containing yesterday's reheated porridge.

Rong Xuan walked over, looked at it for a long time, and then saw the chopsticks he had put on the table, and reached out to weigh them up.

Rong Zhuo felt hot on his face. It was true that chopsticks were useless, but there was no spoon at home.Barely sustaining his calm composure.Hand over a list: "I asked Uncle Ruan to help me buy some things, can you see what's missing? Do you need anything?"

Rong Xuan read it carefully, and after reading it without saying a word, he handed the list back.

"You can buy it later if you lack something." Rong Zhuo saw the slight sneer flashing in his eyes, and knew something must be wrong.whispered again. "It will get better." Half of this sentence is for Rong Xuan, and the other half is for himself.