Xiaoshou, be good, open the door

When Zhao Chenxi was still in Tunisia, a narrow waist in the Mediterranean Sea, her mother said on the overseas phone that the house was vacant and that it was vacant. Then, he responded indiscriminately, but when he turned around, he forgot all about it. Who knew that he would make such a big oolong when he returned to China.

Carrying the medicine and taking a taxi home, as soon as he entered the door, he was treated like a girl, "Who is inside, Zhao Chenxi, help me find a pair of shorts in that cupboard and change them into white ones."

Zhao Chenxi pulled out several pairs of sports shorts from a pile of messy clothes, and Adi of the same color said, "Hey, which one is it?"

"White." Zhao Wei lay on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed.

"There are several white ones. I know which one it is. Take a look."

"Fuck, as far as I remember, only one is clean, and the rest haven't been washed."

"Ah, throw your unwashed clothes in the closet? Isn't there a washing machine here? You can just throw it in."

"It seems that the washing machine is broken and won't fill the water."

"No way, how can it be broken if you haven't used it after you bought it? Let me see." Zhao Chenxi threw a pair of seemingly clean shorts to Zhao Wei, and then went to the bathroom to look at the washing machine.

This washing machine is a brand-new Haier fully automatic front-loading washing machine. I bought a new model that was just released that year. It is said that I don’t need washing powder.Women always look at advertisements without looking at the curative effect, and want what they hear is good.Zhao Chenxi doesn't believe that washing powder can be used without washing clothes. If the clothes are not put in foam, can they be called laundry?

Throw in some of Zhao Wei's dirty clothes, pour laundry detergent on it, plug in the outlet and press the switch, and the drum that is next to the little fat boy in underpants starts spinning.

"Hey, Zhao Wei, isn't this good? It's not broken at all? How do you use it?"

Zhao Wei glanced lazily in the direction of the bathroom, and said, "Oh, maybe it's not broken."

Zhao Chenxi was suddenly enlightened, and he leaned on the frosted glass door of the bathroom and said, "Hey, don't you know how to use a washing machine?"

Zhao Chenxi clearly saw Zhao Wei turn his face to the side, and a red cloud flew across his wheat-colored cheeks: "Your bastard is too outdated, who uses this now."

Zhao Chenxi smiled, her well-shaped lips pursed slightly first, and then her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, the corners of her mouth turned up, and the smile lines on both sides slowly swayed, "Things from four or five years ago are old according to market development , but in terms of living at home, it’s quite new.”

Zhao Wei rolled his thin eyelids, originally wanted to give him a few words, but he always felt that his smile was a bit lonely and self-deprecating, which made him feel sorry for the fragrance and jade, and he couldn't bear to talk about it, well, let me play tricks.

Zhao Chenxi doesn't have a cleanliness obsession, but he can't see the mess. He took the initiative to tidy up Zhao Wei's closet and put almost all the clothes in the washing machine. The clean clothes were put together with the dirty clothes, and the clean ones were also dirty. Fortunately, This young man doesn't have much clothes, just some summer clothes, and it seems that he doesn't intend to stay in this city for a long time.

"Zhao Chenxi, what do you do? Aren't you going to work? It doesn't seem like it's Sunday today." The person lying down didn't care if he was sweating from busy work, so he insisted on arguing with him.

"I just came back from Tunisia. I work as an interpreter in a small language. I don't usually go to work. People who have jobs will contact me."

"Tunisia, you are the translator of Arabic, right? That place is one of the four ancient cities of Islam, and the pottery there is very beautiful."

"Well, it's a pity I didn't bring it back."

Zhao Chenxi is not a talker, and neither is Zhao Wei. Apart from quarreling, the two of them can talk a few words, but the peaceful dialogue is cold.

The clothes were spinning in the washing machine, and Zhao Chenxi sat on the sofa opposite Zhao Wei and squeezed her ankles.

Zhao Chenxi's feet are very delicate. I guess I'm wearing 40 shoes. The ankles are also very slender. The fine hair on the white leather is soft and golden yellow. Zhao Wei suddenly wants to roll up his pants and look up. How tall is this man? Are you hairy?

After spraying the medicine, the redness and swelling of the ankle has begun to subside, and the pain is not so much anymore. In fact, Zhao Chenxi is tired and sleepy now. After dozens of hours of flying from Tunisia to Beijing, although she rested in the hotel for one night, she always I feel that the exhaustion has not been relieved, and it is really hard to suffer such a thing when I come back. Sitting and sitting, Zhao Chenxi's head is tilted to one side, her lips are slightly parted, and her long eyelashes are covering her eyes. On the eyelids, the delicate wings of the nose opened and closed, snoring lightly.

Zhao Wei shook his head with a smile, and took the washed clothes with one hand to the balcony to dry. It was a quiet summer afternoon, with a few white clouds floating in the blue sky. With the fishy saltiness of sea water and the hottest summer texture.Looking back at the person sleeping on the sofa, the sunlight coated him with a layer of soft gold. Looking at him, I feel that time is frozen in the rushing time. The ups and downs of the outside world have nothing to do with the people in this small space. A moment of tranquility, beauty and vividness will always remain in my mind like a sculpture, and let the vicissitudes of life change.

Maybe staying in this city would be a good choice!