The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

It's the best way for a Chou to wash clothes, but there's no soap horn here, and the clothes are moldy. It's really troublesome to wash them. A Chou washed the clothes for more than two hours and then took the blankets and sheets that had been changed in the morning. The sheets are too dirty, but a Chou is reluctant to throw them away, said the old Jiang, Later, it's up to them to live or die, so ah Chou is very frugal now. For the sake of their future life, she has to think about it as long as possible.

When washing clothes, ah Chou thought that after washing, he had to clean up the dormitory and make Zhong Mingwei comfortable. But it was almost dusk. Ah Chou hung his clothes and rubbed his aching back to cook porridge. I don't know if it was a long time since he had done so much work. Ah Chou felt that he had become more precious, not only his back was sour Back pain, even the fingers have two blisters.

After cooking the porridge, ah Chou came into the bedroom with porridge and pickles. This time, Zhong Mingwei opened his eyes. Ah Chou was very happy. He put down the porridge, and then went to the side room to pick up the candles. In the afternoon, ah Chou found four candles in the side room. There were forty candles. Ah Chou was very happy.

"I don't have time to do anything else today. It's porridge. I'll clean up my family in two days. I'll make noodles for you. I'm the best at making pasta." ah Chou sat on the edge of the bed, blowing the porridge and delivering it to Zhong Mingwei. "Come on, it's not hot."

Zhong Mingwei listened to her words, but he lost his appetite. At the moment, he pulled his lips ironically and looked at the flickering candle: "home? What kind of family is this? "

Ah Chou looked at the white porridge that was not fed out by the spoon, and picked it up. She stirred the porridge in the bowl and said softly, "what do you say is home?"

Zhong Mingwei is stunned. Yes, what is home?

Was that magnificent palace home?

No.

Although there are all his relatives in that place, it is definitely not a home. How can there be so many dark and turbulent homes? How can there be so many families with swords and swords? How can a father force his son to be half dead?

……

So, what is home?

"Open your mouth." A spoonful of thick and warm white porridge was sent to Zhong Mingwei again. There was a chopstick of pickles on it. Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, and the spoonful of white porridge was fed into his mouth. It was warm and fragrant, warm and warm. The original cold and cold heart became warm and harmonious at this time.

After dinner, ah Chou changes Zhong Mingwei's wet list and paves a clean list. Then she holds the bowl and gets up to go out, but suddenly stops. She looks back at Zhong Mingwei. Under the faint yellow candle light, Zhong Mingwei doesn't know what he is thinking. She looks at the dancing fire without blinking.

Those eyes are so beautiful that they don't look like stars under the fireworks of that year. At this time, they seem to be two quiet springs under the moonlight. They are both silent and moving. Ah Chou can't help but watch them. Until the candle suddenly jumps and makes a sound.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei found that ah Chou was still standing in the room.

"No It's OK, "ah Chou shook his head and looked away. She pointed to the candle on the table." then, do you want me to put it out now? "