He said he was the first experimenter to be the newly built bathroom, but that was just a joke between young people. Aoba Nagasuke spent a while at Ai Fei's house before he got up and said goodbye.

After seeing off the classmate, Ai Fei walked to the small bathroom to inspect. The water in the bucket had already started to turn flowers. I guess it would not take long to boil, right? Looking at the watch, it took only more than 40 minutes to close the switch. Well, the efficiency is quite high!

Back in the kitchen, opened the water throat, and the steaming water rushed down, adding a touch of interest to this cold winter night. Ai Shizuko kept stuck her hands and stood aside. When she saw the hot water flowing out, the lady in her 40s actually shouted happily like a child in her 10s: "Ah, it turns out that what Xiao Ai Jun said is true! Did you really do it?"

Ai Fei smiled proudly: "Believe me, mom, I still have a lot of things to do!"

While talking, Taro Aizhu walked back to the door with shaking steps. Needless to ask, he drank a lot today. He didn't even have time to appreciate the newly completed project of his son, so he went into the house early to go to bed. After dinner with his mother, Ai Fei and his mother spread paper on the coffee table in the living room and began to color his first work - using the color pen he found for him with the color pen.

As a college student who specializes in art design in later generations, although he has not formally operated the production of comics, the general theories are consistent. Ai Fei himself is also a very fan of comic book fan. Whether it is "Saint Seiya" from Japan or "Rody Man" from the United States, he has read and copied them carefully, not to mention the painting skills that must be used in it. But he didn't expect that his experience back then found an unexpected way out for his "new life" in Japan. Thinking of this, Ai Fei couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Using crayons from this era to color pictures is like graffitiing children in kindergartens on drawing boards: either the colors are uneven or the lines are not smooth. When he was halfway through this work, he almost prepared to give up. Is it acceptable to send such sketch-like paintings directly to the school children's club? But in the end, he put aside this ridiculous idea: If he gave up easily, what would happen in the future? Is it so much that everything is like this?

Fortunately, I don’t have to go to school tomorrow, so I don’t need to consider getting up early. Ai Fei murmured to himself, put down the colored pen in his hand, listened to the whistling north wind outside, stood up and moved his almost frozen hands and feet, looking at the dark night outside, listening to Ai Shinko’s unconscious murmur coming from the small room, being abandoned for no reason in this world where I can never see my relatives and friends again, finally couldn’t bear the bitterness in my heart, and big tears slid down on my cheeks!

Heavy footsteps came from the direction of the bedroom. It was Aizu Taro who got up at night: "Ah, there's no rest yet?"

Ai Fei quickly wiped the tears: "Ah, there is something else, I wish you good night."

"Ah, good night."

Seeing Taro Aizhu disappearing from the bedroom door, Ai Fei lowered his head and became busy again...

"Xiao Aijun? Xiao Aijun?" A pair of cold hands pushed Ai Fei's shoulders outside the quilt, making him shivered: "Ah, it's so cold!"

"I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault. Xiao Aijun? Don't you want to get up for breakfast?" Ai Shizuko's low call came from beside her.

Ai Fei opened his eyes and looked at it: "Ah, mom? Is there anything wrong?"

"Breakfast is ready, can you get up and have it together?"

Ai Fei raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already 7:40 in the morning: "Oh, Mom, I didn't rest until after 11 o'clock last night! You..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you can rest. Don't disturb me."

Seeing Ai Xiko walking out of the room quickly, Ai Fei lifted up the quilt and sat up, cleaned up the room simply, and walked out of the living room: "Mom, I'm up."

"Ah! Have breakfast?"

"Wait a minute,..." As he spoke, Ai Fei walked to the bathroom, reached out to touch the iron bucket, and was shocked: After a night of sedimentation, the water in the iron bucket had become cold again! What's going on? "Mom? Mom? Why is there no hot water? Mom!"

"Ah? What?" Ai Shizuko quickly threw down the work in her hand and ran over: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Why is there no hot water? Could it be that it was broken? Or..." He looked up: "Mom, why didn't you close the switch?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot. I'm so sorry! Mom is so stupid?"

Ai Fei's eyes turned and he had already understood it: "Mom, you can't bear to use it because of the electricity bill, right? Don't worry, I will solve the electricity bill!"

Ai Shizuko smiled concealedly: "No, Xiao Feijun made it for me...how could I...how could I...how?"

Ai Fei looked at his mother's uneasy and incoherent look and sighed in his heart: "Mom, is the electricity bill... very expensive?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry!" Ai Shizuko seemed to have taken this matter as her responsibility and began to bow and apologize to her son!

Ai Fei felt his eyes a little wet: No matter what, from beginning to end, this Japanese woman has never been bad for herself, right? He smiled bitterly: "Mom, you have breakfast by yourself first, I'll go out once. Oh, have you seen the picture album I put on the coffee table?"

"Here. Why, are you going out?"

"Yes, I have to go out and come back soon." Ai Fei stopped explaining, and didn't even wash his face or brush his teeth. He just took the picture album, put on a piece of clothing and rushed out of the door.
Chapter completed!