Internet 2010

February 22 at eight in the morning.

Lu Zhou got up on tiptoe.

For a ten-year-old sleeper like him, getting up at ten o'clock and going to bed at two is not uncommon.

Adjusting to the current routine is not easy. Especially now that Ye Qingchen is rather lethargic.

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

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

This is quite easy, anyway, he has been making breakfast every day in recent months.

Of course, only noodles and porridge. He can't play tricks with more.

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

He got eggs, vegetables, and a jar of leaf-dusted bolognese from the fridge.

The meat sauce was something Ye Qingchen made when he was tired of Lu Zhou's breakfast.

At that time, Ye Qingchen said what he said, "If you dare to put instant noodle seasoning or Laoganma in breakfast, don't go home in the future..."

Lu Zhou stared wide-eyed and looked at the serious "Ms. Tao" on the jar, and he didn't realize it was a burst of laughter.

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

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

After pouring water into the pot and setting it on 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 is similar to that of his mother Wang Fang. If it wasn't for Ye Qingchen's special mention, Lu Zhou would have saved all the trouble and threw it away in the washing machine.

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

How to describe it. I have been influenced by my father Lu Yong's machismo for a long time, and I always feel that when I wash Ye Qingchen's little one, I will unconsciously take two centimeters away. Unable to look directly.

You get used to it after washing too much.

A woman washed him for more than 20 years, and a woman washed him for the rest of his life.

After a few months of washing, he is still a big man. Lu Zhou thought so as he rubbed Xiao Nei.

Just don't mention it outside.

After a few times of clear water in his hands, Lu Zhou took the basin and threw it outside the balcony.

Seeing that the water had boiled a long time ago, he took the noodles and put them in the soup pot. He took the vegetables and eggs in his hands and washed them. The eggs were thrown directly into the pot, and the vegetables were chopped randomly.

When the noodles were cooked, he filled a bowl and added "Laoganma".

"Suck it."

"Emma, ​​my skills have risen."

Lu Zhou stretched his facial features for a while and was intoxicated. He ate a bowl in a few minutes, and then went into the kitchen to grab another bowl to eat.

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

After finishing this, Lu Zhou spent some time putting away the dry clothes and drying the old clothes.

"It seems like I didn't mop the floor yesterday." Lu Zhou thought after drying. Yesterday was too late to delay.

He picked up the bucket and water, and dragged the living room with the mop first.

Next comes the kitchen and study. Just as Ye Qingchen said, mop the clean ground first and then the dirty ones.

The study was where Ye Qingchen often stayed and painted, and there would inevitably be some paint blocks on the ground.

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

After dragging the living room and kitchen, Lu Zhou went to the study with the bucket.

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

"Little girl still reading this book?" Lu Zhou only found it funny.

The book was last year's book, but Lu Zhou had read it a long time ago, telling the story between Lu Ziye and the prostitute Nana, interspersed with some Lu Ziye's memories.

There was nothing wrong with the story, but Lu Zhou felt that it was somewhat unsuitable for Ye Qingchen.

Of course, if he thinks so, he will not object. Ye Qingchen read too many books.

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

"..."

He glanced at the bedroom door behind him, and unfolded a folded one.

"A Letter from 2010":

"Dear Lu Dasha, or good afternoon brother Lu.

The beginning of 2010 was a little sad for me, but when I met you again, it became exceptionally beautiful.

Don't laugh when you say it. At first, I regarded you as a 'father'. Maybe it's just that I never knew what "father" looked like, or maybe your listening and tolerance at the time gave me an illusion.

I don't know how to communicate, but you took me out a little bit and made me feel the real life.

Of course, if there are recent troubles, such as occasionally thinking of mother, getting up every day to see that you are not mopping the floor cleanly, you have to do it again, and when you have no inspiration to draw, you will be entangled...

Don't worry, just some happy troubles.

I know you've actually been feeling guilty about my suspension. As for me, I no longer persuade, nor can I persuade your cow.

I can barely show you the way. Just take care of me and my baby for the rest of our lives. After all, you have the potential to be a good 'father', you have to believe in yourself hee hee.

If you still feel bad, then add two more. No smoking. Don't sit still at work.

Although, your business is getting bigger and bigger now~www.readwn.com~ But everything is important, don't work too hard.

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

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

I just want you to be healthy and safe.

Finally, happy birthday. It's alright, remember to go home early.

Love you. "

Lu Zhou looked at the remaining unfolded paper again.

One was even more sentimental, and wrote a lot about her lonely childhood experiences, mostly related to Ye Ping, and mentioned something about Chen He.

One is a bit longer, telling about her mental journey in the whole year of last year, from dullness to despair, to the encounter and love between the two.

It looks like they have finished writing words that they don't intend to show to Lu Zhou.

When he was tangled, Lu Zhou saw that there was still a gift on the tablet he gave on Valentine's Day.

Lu Zhou scratched his forehead.

Is this.

His heart was itching for a while. After hesitating for two seconds, confident that he could pack it back as it is, Lu Zhou took it apart and prepared to take a look.

It's a watch.

Oh, the quartz watch I was wearing 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 for grocery shopping to save the money for this watch.

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

This has become a contractor for the second half of his life, so he can't handle a little care in the first half of his life?

The pointer of time pointed to eight forty-five. Seeing that everything was in order, Lu Zhou put on his backpack and went out of the door.