February 22 at 8:00 am.

Luzhou tiptoed up the bed.

For an old sleeper like him who has been in his ten years, getting up at 10 o'clock and going to bed at 2 o'clock is common.

It is really not easy to adjust to the current schedule. Especially now Ye Qingchen is drowsy.

He got up and closed the door to the bedroom first, and went to the bathroom outside the door to wash.

After washing my face and shaving my beard, I was full of energy, so I naturally had to get the breakfast done.

This is quite easy to do, at least he has been making breakfast every day in recent months.

Of course, only the following noodles and the porridge. He can't play tricks if he has too many.

"Well, add a boiled egg. No more."

He took eggs, vegetables and a can of meat sauce made from the fridge.

The meat sauce is a trick that Ye Qingchen made when he was tired of Luzhou’s breakfast.

At that time, Ye Qingchen said that he was doing it, "I dare to put instant noodles seasonings or Lao Ganma in breakfast, so don't go home in the future..."

Lu Zhou stared at the serious "Ms. Tao" on the jar, and he felt a little funny.

There is also a meat sauce with a stronger taste in the refrigerator, which is the "Laoganma" made by Ye Qingchen. It is the result of his own "protest".

Of course, I can add some to my bowl later.

After squeezing the water in the pot and setting fire, Lu Zhou quietly returned to the bedroom, took dirty clothes from the bedroom bathroom, picked out socks and underwear, and threw them directly into the washing machine on the balcony.

Ye Qingchen's picky problem looks the same as his mother Wang Fang. If Ye Qingchen hadn't mentioned it specifically, Lu Zhou would have saved all the trouble and thrown all the washing machine.

After the Lu Zhou was buried by Ye Qingchen, it was inevitable that he would be a little embarrassed when he washed the first time.

How can I describe it? I was influenced by my father Lu Yong's machismo for a long time, and I always felt that when I washed Ye Qingchen's little inner room, I would unconsciously take two centimeters away and could not look directly.

I get used to it after washing too much.

A woman washed him for more than twenty years, and a woman washed him for the rest of her life.

After washing for a few months, I was still a big man. Lu Zhou rubbed Xiao Nei while thinking so.

It's better not to mention it outside.

After a few trips of clear water in my hand, the boat took the basin and threw it outside the balcony.

Seeing that the water was boiling for a long time, he took the dough and put it into the soup pot, took the vegetables and eggs in his hand and washed them. The eggs were thrown into the pot, and the vegetables were cut randomly.

When the noodles were cooked, he served a bowl and added "Lao Ganma".

"Suck."

"Emma, ​​my skills have improved."

Lu Zhou stretched out his facial features and felt intoxicated. He ate a bowl in a few minutes. After eating, he went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl.

Before leaving the kitchen, he picked up all the noodles in the soup pot to avoid being scolded.

After finishing this, Luzhou spent a while to put away his dry clothes and hang up his old clothes.

"It seemed like I didn't mop the floor yesterday." After the boat was dried, I thought. I got up too late yesterday and didn't have time to mop.

He took the bucket and picked up the water, carried the mop and dragged it to the living room first.

Then there are the kitchen and study rooms. Ye Qingchen said, first mop the clean floor and then the dirty ones.

The study room is where Ye Qingchen often paints, and there are inevitably some pigment blocks on the ground.

As for the bedroom, we naturally have to wait for the night. People are still sleeping in the house.

After dragging the living room and kitchen, Luzhou carried the bucket to the study.

As soon as I entered the door, the "1988" on the desk attracted Lu Zhou's attention.

"The little girl is still reading this book?" Lu Zhou felt a little funny.

Books are from last year, but Lu Zhou has read them a long time ago, and they tell the story of Lu Ziye and the prostitute Nana, with some memories of Lu Ziye interspersed in between.

There is nothing wrong with the story, but I feel that the Luzhou is not so suitable for Ye Qingchen to read.

Of course, if he thought so, he would not object. Ye Qingchen had read too many books.

He flipped through it casually, but found some paper in the book.

“…”

He glanced at the bedroom door behind him and directly unfolded a stacked piece.

"A Letter from 2010":

"Dear Lu Dasha, or Lu Brother Lu's noon.

The beginning of 2010 is a bit sad for me, but when I meet you again, it becomes extremely beautiful.

Don’t laugh when you say it. At first I treated you like a ‘father’. Maybe it’s just that I never knew what ‘father’ looked like, or maybe your listening and tolerance at that time made me feel illusioned.

I don’t know how to communicate so well, it’s you who took me out little by little, allowing me to feel the realness of life.

Of course, if you talk about the recent worries, such as occasionally thinking about your mother, every day when you wake up and see you mop the floor, you have to do it again. When you draw it without inspiration, you will be confused...

Don't worry, it's just some happy troubles.

I know you have always been very guilty about my leave of absence. As for me, I no longer persuade you, nor can I persuade you, the cow.

I can only give you a clear path. Just take good care of my baby and me for the rest of my life. After all, you have the potential to be a good "father", so you must believe in yourself.

If you still feel sorry for it, add two more. Don’t smoke. Don’t sit there all the time at work.

Although your business is getting bigger and bigger now, everything is important, so don’t be too busy.

I know I am just an ordinary little woman and can't help you.

But just like you said, if you are unhappy, tired, and tired, please be sure to tell you. I also hope you can also tell me these feelings. Although I may not be funny, I can still kiss you.

I just want you to be healthy and safe.

Finally, happy birthday. Remember to go home early when you have nothing to do.

Love you."

Lu Zhou looked at the remaining unfolded paper again.

A post seems more sentimental, writing a lot about her childhood lonely experiences, mostly related to Ye Ping, and mentioning some things about Chen He.

One is a bit longer, telling her mental journey throughout the year last year, from dullness to despair, to the meeting and love between the two.

It looks like the words that I didn't plan to read for Lu Zhou after writing.

When he was struggling, Lu Zhou looked at the table and there was a gift on the digital tablet he gave on Valentine's Day.

Lu Zhou scratched his forehead.

Is this?

He felt itchy in his heart. After hesitating for two seconds, confident that he could pack it back intact, Lu Zhou directly opened it and prepared to take a look.

It's a watch.

Oh, the quartz watch I wore just broke two days ago. Lu Zhou thought.

"This little miser is willing to spend money."

I don’t know how much money I have to cut to buy groceries to save back the money of this watch.

Lu Zhou shook his head and smiled, put on his watch directly. Then he first dragged the floor of the study and put "1988" into his backpack.

This has become a contractor for the rest of his life. How can he not bear the smallest things in the first half of his life?

The time pointer means that when it is 8:45, when everything is done, Lu Zhou will carry his backpack and leave the door.
Chapter completed!