Moran's home was as cold as an ice cellar. Not only that, she probably left the door unlocked when she went out in the morning. The raging wind and snow blew open her door, pouring a lot of snow into the room.
inside.
Even Du Weiguo was sweating from the exhaustion of wading through such deep snow and carrying fox eyes like a dead dog home.
Du Weiguo was not polite at all, and had no sympathy for her at all. When he arrived at the place, he threw her on the sofa very rudely, turned around and was about to leave, and Mo Lan's weak voice came from behind.
"Don't go~"
He was breathless and hoarse at the same time, which sounded very inconsistent and very reasonable.
Du Weiguo stood there for about 3 seconds. Thinking of the damn giant monster's actions, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and suppressed his strong impatience.
As long as he doesn't take the initiative to end this nightmare, he will not be able to return to his ideal happy life. It is really a helpless endless cycle.
Du Weiguo turned around again, but he didn't pay attention to the fox eyes, and instead started rummaging around the room.
First, he lit up the coal stoves in the bedroom and living room, and boiled a pot of water. Then Du Weiguo found her broom and dustpan, and quickly removed all the snow that had been rolled into the room.
Clear out.
After cleaning up, Du Weiguo went into the kitchen and rummaged around. Damn it, Fox Eyes' kitchen didn't even have a single grain of food except for a few bottles of useless foreign wine.
At first glance, it was clear that this family was not living a good life. Even if a mouse came in, they would have to leave with tears in their eyes. It was really miserable.
Du Weiguo walked back to the living room. At this time, the small coal stove had begun to dissipate heat, and the temperature in the room was a little better.
He sat down on the coffee table opposite Fox Eyes and looked at Moran who was slumped on the sofa, his face as pale as if he was dying.
"Molan, you don't even have a grain of food at home. How on earth do you get along? You eat out every day?"
Mo Lan didn't speak at all, but looked at Du Weiguo pitifully with a pair of fox eyes.
Du Weiguo had no interest in making eye contact with her to communicate feelings. He was very hungry now. He rummaged around in his coat pocket and took out a piece of White Rabbit toffee, peeled off the sugar coating and swallowed it in one bite.
Moran on the opposite side swallowed his saliva very obviously.
While Du Weiguo was chewing the toffee in his mouth, he took out another piece from his pocket.
He quickly peeled off the sugar coating, stood up, and put it into his own mouth with the fox's eyes looking very expectant. Well, eat two pieces together, double the happiness.
Du Weiguo was really cheap. He threw the sugar coating into the small coal stove.
After chewing the toffee, just as the water was boiling, Du Weiguo filled the thermos bottle very naturally, then made himself a cup of brown sugar water, mixed it with a little cold water, and drank a toast in one breath.
The only food in Moran's kitchen was some brown sugar, which she probably aimed at her aunt. Fortunately, Du Weiguo was kind enough this time and brought a cup to Moran.
"Drink it, it's not hot."
Du Weiguo handed the brown sugar water to Mo Lan, but she did not pick it up immediately. Du Weiguo frowned:
"What's going on? Do you want to drink? Get up and drink by yourself. Why the hell do I have to feed you?"
Moran's eyes were dim at this time. She sat up with great effort, her hands were shaking so much that she barely managed to catch the cup.
She drank the warm brown sugar water in big gulps, looking very greedy, and soon she finished the entire cup of brown sugar water.
She seemed to have a little more strength. She raised her head and looked at Du Weiguo who was smoking next to the small coal stove.
"I also want a drink."
Du Weiguo blew out a puff of cigarette, glanced at her lightly, and said in a very impatient tone:
"Miss Moran, your snowphobia is obviously a psychological disease. It is not physiological. In principle, it will not affect your ability to move. Why don't you get up and down by yourself? I am your slave.
Man! Why do I have to serve you?"
Molan's eyes turned red and tears fell instantly. She said in a faint voice:
"Du Weiguo, you hated me before, but now you think I'm an unreasonable monster even more."
Du Weiguo sneered, flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and said with an expressionless expression:
"No, your pretentiousness is a disease. I'm not surprised. It's just that I didn't expect you to be so pretentious."
Moran was very angry at this time, and she was already yelling in her heart: You are so hypocritical, uncle, you know nothing, do you know what I have experienced?
Moran choked weakly: "I'm not being pretentious, I~"
Du Weiguo waved his hand and interrupted her explanation very rudely: "I am not interested in the reason why you are afraid of the northern storm."
Du Weiguo had already finished smoking a cigarette. He threw the cigarette butt into the small coal stove, stood up, and walked to a corner of the living room.
He rummaged around the gramophone for a few times, found a vinyl record at random, blew on the film, and soon, the passionate melody of the Symphony of Destiny rang out!
Du Weiguo turned up the volume of the gramophone, which was basically able to completely cover up the howling of the north wind outside.
After doing these things, Du Weiguo walked up to Mo Lan, gave her a rare and serious look, and then said in a calm voice:
"I'm leaving, please be strong."
After he finished speaking, he didn't even give Fox Eyes a chance to speak. He turned around and pushed the door open and walked out.
Moran looked at his retreating back, sitting blankly on the sofa, listening to the symphony of destiny playing in his ears, and fell into a state of thoughtlessness for a moment.
Vinyl records in this era were very short. Soon, the passionate and majestic symphony stopped, and the whimpering outside the house started again like a curse!
Moran jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, rushed to the gramophone, and hurriedly started playing the music again.
She is indeed not pretending to be sick today, she is really sick! Hey.
The symphony started playing again, and Moran let out a long breath. After a few seconds, she looked at the empty cup in her hand, couldn't help but smiled bitterly, shook her head, and said to herself:
"I really don't have the slightest bit of charm in his eyes. This man, Du Weiguo, is really a man with a strong heart!"
Ha! At this moment, Du Weiguo, a real man with an iron heart, was staggering to his apartment through the heavy snow while complaining to himself:
"Today is such a sad day. It's such a snowy day. I walked back and forth in the snow like a snow mouse for a whole day.
Those damn fox eyes are really capable of causing mischief, and she's also extremely snow-phobic. I wonder if she had done any outrageous bad things in this kind of weather, which would leave such a strong shadow in her heart."
Bingo, Du Weiguo hit the spot.
Yes, Fox Eyes suffered from this permanent problem because he received an unforgettable and cruel training in a similar weather. As for what kind of training it was, you can make up your own mind. I really can’t write it down.
After Du Weiguo returned to the apartment, he didn't even have time to shake off the snow on his body, and he was not in the mood to light the stove. He directly took out the sesame seed cakes from the space and ate them in big mouthfuls.
He was so hungry that he felt a little tired all over. Every time at this time, he would sigh:
The space given by the system, this constant temperature preservation function is definitely the most practical magic skill. It is better than anything else. No matter when you take it out, it will still taste like it is hot and fresh from the pot.
Invincible cowhide.
Du Weiguo ate four sesame seed cakes in one breath, opened a box of canned beef with a small Tang knife, and ate it cold.
The boiling water in the thermos bottle at home had already completely cooled down and turned into pure ice water. Du Weiguo didn't care. He directly picked up the thermos and drank a full drink from the spout.
There’s nothing to be pretentious about. Don’t the people of Korea next door only drink ice water all year round?
With his stomach full, Du Weiguo got up and lit the small coal stove, cleaned up the snow on his body, and then sat next to the small coal stove, smoking and warming himself in a daze.
Where is Yang Caiyu? After three days and one night, she should have almost passed Nanyang, crossed the Yangtze River, and arrived in Hubei Province, right?
You are as warm as spring in the bright sunshine in the south, while I am in the northern city with heavy snowfall. Du Weiguo suddenly hummed such a lyric and laughed at himself.
Now is the time when Fox Eyes' defense is at its weakest. It is a perfect opportunity to get closer. In today's situation, even he has the opportunity to have sex directly.
Then why don't I turn into a licking dog tomorrow and send a wave of warmth to Moran? I'll take this opportunity to take it directly? Isn't such a sudden show of goodwill a bit too abrupt? Isn't it a bit inconsistent with my usual personality?