i was my mistake

But can that really be called strong?

Ye Chen lifted the quilt carefully, and Wan Qing murmured vaguely in her dream, "Can you...don't...leave me..."

I don't know what kind of dream this is.

Ye Chen slowly left the bed, and walked into the bathroom wearing slippers.

Jindu came in, of course I had to change a sanitary napkin by the way.

The trouble for girls is that when menstruation comes, even at night, they have to worry about whether they will bleed out.

Sanitary napkins in this era are not so strong in absorbing water and preventing side leakage.

She turned on the faucet, dipped her slender fingers in cold water and rubbed her fingertips, which was considered washed.

It was as if he was afraid that if he touched more water, the rest of his drowsiness would disappear without a trace.

"Click... click." When she came out, she just saw the door of the house being gently pushed open, and her father with wet hair exhaled cloud after cloud of white air from his mouth, and walked in sideways.

He put the guys he was carrying on the ground, and when he looked up, he happened to see Ye Chen.

"Get up and go to the bathroom?"

"Well, did dad come back so early today?"

"Well, it's raining outside, and there's not much business today, so why don't you just come back and sleep more." A reassuring smile appeared on his rough face, "I wanted to go to the bathhouse to take a bath, but after a while Thinking about going back to sleep, I felt inexplicably sleepy, so I decided to wipe myself off and go to sleep."

"Okay... the sofa is crowded."

"It's okay, I can barely sleep." The father leaned out again, and brought in some leftover things that were left at the door.

The tricycle was parked downstairs, and most things had to be taken back, otherwise they would be stolen if left there.

The law and order in this era is not so good. In addition, the economy has just started to develop, there are many poor people and few educated people, so the per capita quality is not good.

If someone says that people in the 90s are of higher quality than those who came later, they must be telling a joke.

The reason why people have an illusion is that because the Internet age is too developed, a small mistake will be magnified, coupled with the information cocoon, people will either see bad things all day long, or Seeing good things all day long makes it easy for people to go to certain extremes.

"When I first arrived in City H, because I didn't have a temporary residence permit, I was always hiding. I lived with my friends in that kind of irregular youth hostel." The father touched his nose and lightly He laughed and said, "There isn't even a bed in there, it's just a hall, everyone sleeps on the floor, and even if they sleep on the floor, the space everyone can sleep in is very small. At that time, there was a bed against the wall. Even if the location is beautiful, because you can sleep next to the wall, it is much more comfortable to sleep on, and this sofa is the same, although it is smaller, you can sleep next to the back, which is not bad.”

"If there is that kind of foldable sofa, it would be great to open the sofa that can be used as a bed." Ye Chen scratched his cheek lightly, "Then dad, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

"Go, go--" Father raised his head and yawned big, leaned against the wall unsteadily, and took off the liberation shoes on his feet with one hand, "I'll go to bed right away after washing and washing." gone."

Back in the room, the sky was still a deep purple, but the stars and the moon were no longer visible.

The raindrops hit the eaves with a clear and rhythmic sound, which calmed down her inexplicably agitated heart.

Wan Qing was still immersed in her dream, but her eyes were red and there were two faint tears on her face.

"Why... always... one person..."

Her raving was vague, and her voice gradually became softer.

Ye Chen carefully got back into the bed, gently stroked her tear-stained face with his fingers, and then put it into his mouth on a whim to suck.

The taste is not salty, but a bit astringent, just like the feeling of eating too much pineapple.

This time, she took the initiative to hug Wan Qing and patted Yi's back lightly, as if comforting Yi in her dream.

When there is no one to rely on, rely on yourself, another self.

Wan Qing's breathing gradually slowed down, and she stopped moving, as if she had fallen into a deeper dream.

……

The sound of the rain is getting louder and louder, as if it is vigorously cleaning the dust in the city.

The silent city also became more and more silent in the sound of rain.

Wan Qing felt as if she was clinging to the cloud that was like a creeper in a dream, and as soon as she moved, she felt that she was gently rubbing against something again.

In the dream, Ye Chen curled up, and subconsciously uttered a raving: "Oh..."

"..." She closed her eyes, opened them again, and finally confirmed that Ye Chen was holding her, and she was also holding Ye Chen.

No wonder I slept so warmly last night. It turned out that the two were so close...

At this moment, she was still a little reluctant to let go.

This is completely different from holding a doll.

There is warmth in the human body, and that kind of soft touch, even the most advanced dolls, cannot be 100% imitated.

The most important thing is that there is a girlish sweetness coming from Ye Chen.

No one would refuse to hug a beautiful girl, right?

After all, it is one of the most beautiful things in the world.

Ye Chen was woken up by Wan Qing, and just after she woke up, she saw Yi Zheng pressing his cheek against her armpit, sniffing something vigorously.

"What are you doing……"

"Smell your scent."

"...Pervert, you..."

"Huh? I just want to confirm what it smells like. Besides, the word pervert can only be used by uncles. Do you understand? I was a pervert before I became a girl, and I am still a pervert after I become a girl. Then I It's not for nothing!"

"..." Ye Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, "Then what did you smell..."

"Lavender? Kind of like that."

"Really?" She raised her arm and sniffed vigorously, "Why didn't I smell anything?"

"Of course, I can't smell my own body odor. What is it called? Do you understand if you don't smell it for a long time?"

"Can't you say that you haven't smelled it for a long time..." Ye Chen murmured with drooping eyelids, "Then what's your smell?"

"How do I know, do you want to smell it? Generally speaking, it's better to smell the armpits, where the smell is stronger." Wan Qing said, raising her arms sharply, and there was no trace of her smooth armpits. unwanted hair.

Ye Chen leaned over to sniff curiously, and couldn't help laughing: "Why do I feel like I've become a pervert?"

"There are no perverts in the world, it's just that there are more rules and regulations that restrict morality, so there are perverts." Wan Qing squinted at her, "How is it, did you smell it?"

"Hmm...it feels like mint."

"Mint?"

"It's that kind of refreshing light fragrance."

"Oh—I thought we'd have similar tastes."

"...Then I don't have such beautiful green eyes as you."

"Do you want it, I'll dig it out and give it to you."

"Don't laugh and say such horrible things, okay..." Ye Chen turned over and lay flat on the bed, tilted his head and looked at the sky outside the window, without any intention of getting up, "It's not yet dawn."

"It rains again in winter, so of course it's not so easy to light up."

"Are you still going to the supermarket today?"

"Go, I finally understand. Sanitary napkins can't be made too cheap, otherwise I will be the one who suffers."

"Yeah yeah……"

"I still have to buy some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. I don't have many of these things at home. My fountain pen is almost used up. I'll buy some more fountain pen refills."

"Well, do you want to call Shang Jinyu later?"

"Call when she wakes up."

"So when do we get up?"

Wan Qing narrowed her eyes, gently lifted the quilt, and quickly put it back on.

There was a huge difference in temperature between the bed and the outside, and when she first stretched out her hand, she even felt that she was about to be frozen into ice cubes.

"It's so cold..."

"Yes, I really don't know how people in the north live. Can they really get up in the morning?"

"Tch, the north is much more comfortable than ours. They have heating, do you understand?"

"Heating?"

"If we go to the north to go to university, you will understand."

"If you can choose, I think it's better to stay in the province... After all, it's a place I'm familiar with."

"That depends on how hard we can go."

But the improvement of grades seems to have reached a bottleneck.

……

22. Black and white photos

The crackling rain finally stopped, Ye Chen and Wan Qing stayed warm in the bed for a while, and then threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.

Probably because my father came back early last night, and they got up late today, so all three of them got up in the room in the morning, which seemed extraordinarily lively.

"What do you want to eat in the morning?" Father leaned against the kitchen door with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Although he had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, he looked quite energetic.

"Anyway, I don't want to drink porridge!" Ye Chen spoke quickly, she sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control panel and turned on the TV.

The morning news was playing on the black and white TV, which made the small apartment even more noisy.

"What do you mean!" Wan Qing put her hips on her hips, her eyes widened, "You think I'm not tasty, do you?"

"Just because you're delicious doesn't mean the food you cook is delicious..."

"Huh?" Wan Qing didn't realize for a moment that Ye Chen was teasing herself.

"Cough! You'll get tired of eating porridge every day..." She gave a dry cough and fell down on the sofa.

There was a very subtle smile on the father's face, his eyes swept back and forth from Ye Chen and Wan Qing several times, he cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Hey, how about eating some fried noodles? There is still left over from yesterday. Put some stewed pig offal in there."

"Okay!"

"Whatever, I don't have to do it anyway." Wan Qing actually doesn't like to cook, but life is so helpless sometimes, now that her father is working, she is of course happy to be lazy.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, you don't need to open the door, you can tell it's Zhao Jinyu just by listening to the brisk rhythm.

"Good morning~" She was wearing a thick cotton winter dress, with a scarf that was untied a little around her neck, and she exhaled cute white air from her mouth, and said with a smile, "Have you had breakfast? "

"Just planning to eat, how about you?" Wan Qing stepped back to let her in, and asked casually.

"I just went downstairs to eat. I rode a bike to a place farther away. I ate a piece of hot dry noodles. It tasted pretty good."

"Oh——Jinyu bought your bicycle?" After buying the old bicycle yesterday, I followed Zhao Jinyu to choose in the brand store near the apartment, but there was no style she liked. Go check it out.

"Well! I took a look at it when I passed by this morning. The new bicycle has been delivered. There is a pink and white bicycle that is very beautiful! It is also very light to ride, so I bought it directly."

"How much?" Ye Chen asked curiously.

"Well...it cost [-]...fortunately, it didn't exceed the budget."

"so expensive……"

"Because there is a variable speed, and then I installed a flashlight that will light up as long as I ride the bike, so I don't need to change the battery."

"Oh—! This is good."

"There are also lights like this on the wheels, and the whole car lights up at night."

"I'm stupid." Ye Chen finally couldn't hold back, "It's so fucking cool..."

Even in the age of information explosion, Wan Qing, who has seen everything on her mobile phone, was a little curious: "Go down and take a look later?"

"OK."

"Did Imayo come—?" the father, who was frying noodles in the kitchen, asked loudly. Even so, he couldn't completely cover the sound of noodles being stir-fried in the oil pan.

"Yes." Ye Chen replied loudly.

"Will she eat it? If so, I'll add some fried noodles!"

"I've eaten—uncle—" Zhao Jinyu shouted into the room with a smile, "I can't eat any more."