i was my mistake

"Ye Chen, wash the dishes."

"Ah? I'm not a birthday star who doesn't need to work?"

"is it?"

"I said it today!"

"Then shall I wash it?" Zhao Jinyu volunteered.

She is obviously a young lady from a rich family, but she is very interested in the lives of ordinary people.

In the lives of ordinary people, there is obviously one thing that will never be missing, and that is-all kinds of housework.

"Forget it, let me do it, I bought cakes today..." Ye Chen hurriedly stood up.

"You're kidding, do you really believe it?" Wan Qing rolled up her sleeves, "I'll wash it, if you want to take a shower, go and wash it quickly, don't squeeze together again later."

"Hey, didn't you always say you want to take a bath together?"

"It's good to come here once in a while. It's not troublesome to wash the linen together."

"It's better to take less baths during menstruation." Zhao Jinyu reminded, "It's easy to get sick if you wash too much."

"But I sweated while cycling today." Ye Chen has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder in this regard. As long as she has sweated, she must take a bath, otherwise she will never get under the covers—as if doing so, she will It's the same as making the bedding and sheets very dirty.

"It's fine in winter."

"Let's wash it..."

"What did I do when I was on my period? In the kitchen, there was a slight knocking sound between plates, which made her voice a little fuzzy.

"what?"

"When you came, how did you solve it?"

"Just...as long as you don't sweat a lot or get your clothes dirty, you can wash them every three days, and wipe them with a towel in between."

"If you have the conditions to take a bath, let's take a bath. I couldn't do it with a towel before..."

"Chen'er, this is revenge and compensation, right?"

"In short, as long as you sweat, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't take a shower for a day." She muttered, and walked quickly into the bedroom to pick up a change of clothes, "and it's really comfortable to take a bath in winter... After washing too much, it will take a while. Addictive."

"Don't get addicted to the bath someday." Wan Qing insisted, "Our family won't be able to pay the hot water bill by then."

The hot water in the apartment is billed separately, and the price is much more expensive than the tap water. The monthly fee almost catches up with the electricity bill.

Of course, this is also the reason why hot water is used more frequently in winter.

"Ah, I don't know when it will be realized... You can take a bath if you want to take a bath, and you don't have to worry about not having money to pay for the hot water..."

"Then can you take a bath at my place?" Zhao Jinyu blinked, "I often take a bath, usually during holidays when I have more time, soak for half an hour, listen to music, look at the scenery, very comfortable Well—it’s just that the bathtub is too small, and I can’t straighten my arms and legs.”

"It's better to make it smaller, at least it can save some water bills."

"Well, that's true."

"But it doesn't matter to Imayo, right?"

"Well... don't say such things, although it is true, but it always feels... as if you are deliberately mocking me."

"Ah, I don't, absolutely not!"

"I know, I know~ It's okay."

"Hey, I'll take a shower first..."

Not long after, there was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

……

35. A bottle of red wine

The night wind wrapped in the smell of chili came from outside the window, mixed with the vague-sounding shouts from the night market.

After taking a bath, Wan Qing was steaming all over her body, wearing thin pajamas and laying on the window, as if just looking at the passers-by below could make her dazed for a long time.

"Wan Qing?" Ye Chen, who came out to pour boiling water, shivered, "Aren't you cold?"

"I just took a shower, it's not cold." She replied without turning her head, "It seems that Dad's place has not been robbed."

"Huh? Ah...that's right, he should have started setting up a stall."

The life of ordinary people is always like this, and they can only occasionally find a little leisure in the infinite busyness.

When an ordinary person seeks the meaning of life, he often falls into confusion.

Make money for food and housing, food and housing for better money.

When the society is still improving, you can still save a lot of money throughout the year. If you are lucky, you may be able to save the rest of your life from suffering.

If you are unlucky, when the society enters a period of slow or even no development, you will start to wonder what you are living for.

There's no point in living, it's just to live.

Wonderful and gorgeous but cookie-cutter life.

She let out a long sigh, and her eyes fell on the dim streetlights, becoming a little blurred.

"Ding dong~"

The doorbell rang at this moment.

Zhao Jinyu's deliberately coquettish voice came softly from outside the door: "Qing'er, Chen'er~ open the door—"

It was Ye Chen who opened the door.

She took a sip from the water glass, and saw Zhao Jinyu, who was in his pajamas, shaking his untied long hair, holding the bottle of red wine in his hand with a slightly flushed face.

It looks like it was bought from the supermarket last time.

"The birthday party is still going on~! Drink red wine!"

"what……?"

"There is no class tomorrow, and it's still a rare birthday, why don't you celebrate a little longer?" She said, handing the red wine to Ye Chen, and she bent down to put the shoes on the shoe cabinet.

"Red wine..."

It's not that Ye Chen has never drunk alcohol.

After all, in this country, there is no alcohol prohibition. At most, everyone agrees that children cannot drink alcohol, but they don't control children who are close to adulthood.

So in the past, she drank beer with Jiang Xing and the others.

It's probably the canned one. After one can, you will feel a little drunk.

Jiang Xing's drinking capacity is much better than him, even if he drinks a dozen, he won't blush.

"Wan Qing, do you want some red wine?"

"Drink." Wan Qing looked indifferent.

It might be better to say that she is having some thoughts of drinking to relieve her worries at this time.

In fact, I didn't encounter any troubles or difficulties, but on such a night, I occasionally feel a little sad in my heart.

It's not because of being a girl, but because she herself... is probably a sensitive and sentimental person.

Zhao Jinyu also put a pair of her special rabbit slippers in Wanqing's house - they are fluffy and look very warm.

The disposable cups at home were bought by my father for business. Because they were wholesale, I bought a lot of them in one go, and many of them were put in the wine cabinet. They just used three at the moment. .

"Where do you drink it? The living room, or—the bedroom?"

"Would you like some appetizers to go with the wine?" Ye Chen said, he hiccupped first, and then smiled awkwardly, "Cough, I can't eat anymore anyway."

"Why don't you go downstairs and buy some?" Zhao Jinyu blinked.

"Ah... I don't want to move." Ye Chen admitted his laziness very frankly.

"I'll go, you wait for me upstairs." Wan Qing put on her shoes, and went downstairs alone without waiting for her to say anything.

There are all kinds of shops next to the apartment, so it is very convenient to buy anything.

This is one of the selling points of apartments in this era.

And the canteen that specializes in selling tobacco, alcohol and snacks is in the bungalow behind the apartment.

Unlike the bright-looking apartments, the low-slung bungalow has not even been painted with white paint, and the door is not a beautiful and clean glass door, but an old one that feels like it will fall apart if you kick it hard. broken wooden door.

After all, it used to be a rural area.

Before the building is demolished, many of these past structures will always remain.

The door was open, and beyond the threshold there was a spacious room.

It was supposed to be the living room, at least half of the space was empty, only a wooden table for the host to eat, and occasionally a convenient wooden table for the guests.

The shelves of the commissary are placed against the wall, and they are filled with all kinds of goods.

You can’t buy particularly expensive things here. Many snacks start at five cents, such as cola candy for five cents a piece, spicy slices for five cents a piece...

There is no manufacturer for these bulk spicy chips, and there is no shelf life. They are all approved by the boss from a small workshop, and the price is even cheaper than bagged ones.

As for hygiene...

That can only be said...you won't have diarrhea if you get used to it.

If you want to clean up, you still have to buy those bagged snacks.

The boss is a slightly chubby middle-aged man. He is sitting in front of the small color TV, watching cartoons with relish, and stuffing his mouth with a bag of spicy slices, so that his mouth is full of red oil.

Wan Qing stood in front of the shelf and looked at it for a long time, her eyes fell on the package of packaged snails.

Saliva is secreted unconsciously.

It seems to recall that nostalgic taste.

But it was not too early, she didn't want to eat too strong food, so she looked away.

Only then did the boss notice that a customer came to the door, he took another pack of crispy rice from the shelf, turned around and asked with a smile: "Little girl, what do you want to buy?"

"Give me a pack of this salted edamame—cooked today?"

"I just cooked it this afternoon, it's still hot, take it yourself."

"Okay... another pack of sweet bean curd."

"Sweet bean curd, right?" The boss stood up, took a pack from the shelf and handed it to her.

This is a big bag, just for drinking, it is enough.

"how much is it?"

"Twenty-five cents." The boss glanced casually.

"just."

"Okay." He didn't even look at the money handed over a few times, and stuffed them into the belly of the table indiscriminately, then grabbed a piece of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, and smirked along with the cartoons on the color TV.

When Qing came back that night, all the lights in the house were turned off, except for the ones in the bedroom that were still on.

Half a glass of red wine was poured into the three disposable plastic cups, and there was still more than half in the bottle.

Before Wan Qing entered the bedroom, she heard the two of them talking about themselves.

"Then how did Qing'er hug you at night?"

"She, she is like this, um, clamping me with two legs, and then making me unable to move, and sometimes wrapping her hands around my neck, I doubt that one day she will be strangled to death in a dream ah."

"puff……"

"And she also likes to lift the quilt at night. If she doesn't hug me, she will hug the quilt and snatch away all my quilts. I can only shiver in the cold air and try my best to crawl towards her, but I don't know what to do." In the past, she would hug me again—in short, every morning when I wake up, the quilt and bed sheets are a mess."

"I seem to have heard someone speak ill of me?"

"Cough, no!" Ye Chen immediately denied.

"It's so interesting. Wouldn't it be more interesting if three of you slept together?"

"But this round bed...is it hard to sleep in?"

"Squeeze!" Zhao Jinyu blinked, "Can I sleep with you today?"