The weather is muggy and hot, and the sweat cannot be released. It is stuffy in the body, and the body is as heavy as the mind.
Li Huzhu sat in the flower bed downstairs of Zhou Mulian's apartment for a long time.
It has fallen into the night, and the street lamps have dimmed, dyeing the green leaves translucently.
She looked at her feet quietly, expressionless.
There was no light on in Zhou Mulian's apartment, so he might still be in the laboratory.
Li Huzhu sat quietly, sighed, and planned to go find Yun Qiao or Wen Luyao.
At this time, someone came back and walked in a hurry.
When he saw her, he was slightly startled, as if he couldn't believe it, and his voice was filled with surprise and joy: "Huzhu?"
Li Huzhu's eyes suddenly became hot.
She didn't cry when Zhou Yusheng threw tea in her face; she didn't even turn red when she had an argument with her mother, which almost broke her face.
Zhou Mulian's ordinary voice suddenly choked her up, and tears accumulated in her eyes.
Her heart deceived herself, but her tears made it clear who was the undefended person in her heart.
"Is it really you?"
Zhou Mulian stepped forward quickly and took the opportunity to look at his watch, "It's almost ten o'clock, why are you here?
Have you got a meal yet?"
Have you got a meal yet?
From morning till now, she has not had any water or rice.
Her mother only asked her to take responsibility and take all the blame on herself, regardless of her own reputation and dignity.
No one cares how she spent her day.
Li Huzhu: "No."
With these two simple words, I already broke down in tears and cried uncontrollably in front of him.
Zhou Mulian was slightly surprised.
Her voice was silent, but her tears were like broken beads, uncontrollably pouring out.
"Dendrobium, dendrobium?"
Regardless of etiquette, Zhou Mulian stepped forward and hugged her gently, patted her back and said, "Huzhu."
Cry if you want to, just let it out.
I can give you a shoulder to lean on.
Li Huzhu cried so hard that her voice was still stuck in her throat.
After crying, she felt much better.
After returning to the apartment, Zhou Mulian took out his electric fan and fanned her. He also went to get a clean towel for her to wash her face.
He quickly went to turn on the teapot and cook some noodles for her.
"...This stove doesn't have enough firepower. It usually boils water and makes noodles more slowly. Just wait."
He apologized a little and went to look for the biscuit box again.
Although Li Huzhu cried and vented her anger, her appetite was not good.
Very hungry.
"I'm not very hungry, please stop being busy."
she says.
Zhou Mulian: "Then just wait a moment, it will be fine in a while."
Li Huzhu doesn't know how to cook. When he was abroad, Zhou Mulian would get something to eat when he was hungry at night.
He can actually cook a few dishes.
However, there is nothing at home now, just a little flour and eggs.
Zhou Mulian boiled water, mixed the flour, kneaded the noodles, and then pulled out thin noodles, all in one go.
After making a bowl of egg noodles, he brought it over: "Have a few bites to fill your stomach."
Li Huzhu thanked him.
After two bites, his appetite was whetted. Li Huzhu felt that the noodles were extremely chewy and had the fragrance of eggs, so he asked him: "Did you put eggs in the noodles when you made them?"
"I also know a few tricks like this."
Zhou Mulian smiled.
"delicious."
There was a big bowl of noodles with two eggs on it, and Li Huzhu ate it all, including the soup and water.
While she was eating noodles, Zhou Mulian had already tidied up the guest room, put down sheets and quilts, swept the floor, and wiped the dust off the table.
“It’s already very late, can you sleep in my guest room?
Just one night."
He said.
He didn't ask what was going on, and he didn't advise her to go home... Zhou Mulian still understood her very well.
Li Huzhu nodded.
Zhou Mulian asked again: "Do you want to talk to me?"
Li Huzhu: "I don't have anything serious, I just had a quarrel with my mother, a little squabble.
I'll stay one night and talk about it tomorrow."
Good afternoon, Zhou Mulian.
Li Huzhu: "I'm going to wash the dishes."
"No, you can just wash up and go to bed. Leave the bowl there and I'll wash it when I get up tomorrow."
It was still muggy at night, but with the electric fan, I could feel a little cooler; in the second half of the night, there was lightning and thunder, and it rained heavily.
Li Huzhu doesn't know what the current situation of the Li family is.
She doesn't want to know either.
She didn't do anything wrong. She shouldn't bear the consequences. They were the ones sorry for her.