Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 618 Embers
In the bathroom is a large and short red plastic basin.In this kind of pot that can be seen everywhere, it is filled with hot water.

When Da Zhe walked in, he could see the curling heat and neatness.

He looked at the big basin on the ground, no doubt how tempting it would be to take a hot bath in this cold weather.

Da Zhe stared at the basin of hot water in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a circle in the hot water basin... From the middle, a small ripple spread out, as if it was rainwater on the calm water.

Circle by circle, the water in the basin began to become agitated. They were already hot, but now they seem to be boiling again!
Agitation, agitation, agitation, the agitated water splashed out of the water basin suddenly, and a little water splashed on Dazhe's body in an instant.

As if being shot by sparks in the burning firewood, a hot burning pain made Da Zhe shrink his arms suddenly.He was stuck against the wall of the bathroom. It was a cold day, but there was a wet sweat on his forehead.

dong dong.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Da Zhe trembled instantly... The boiling water had returned to calm at this time, and those turbulent and ejected water splashes seemed to have never existed, only the curling hot mist.

It's like a hallucination.

At this time, Luo Qiu's voice sounded from outside the bathroom, "The inside may be a bit dirty, I didn't have time to clean it up, I'm sorry. Then I found a new towel, and of course it's been a few years, so it's not new, but It should have never been used, so let’s use it first.”

"No, it's okay..." Da Zhe responded in a low voice in the bathroom.

He took a deep breath, calmed his voice, and responded quickly: "I'm free."

As he said that, Dazhe leaned against the wall, and walked away from the big basin like this.

After quickly taking off his clothes, he fetched a towel, didn't touch the hot water, just turned on the tap, and began to wipe his body quickly with cold water.

In the cold weather and cold water, Dazhe's breathing was as rapid as that of a drowning person, making it difficult for him to breathe.

……

When Dazhe came out of the bathroom, the towel was casually draped over his shoulders.He still held the twisted clothes in his hands, but he was only wearing a small vest and a coat.

He found that Luo Qiu was cleaning in the living room, and some things were dug out from the old cabinet, and they were placed on the coffee table at this time.

Luo Qiu looked at Dazhe at this time, smiled and said: "The four seasons flowers in the yard should have bloomed recently, I picked some and made some hot tea, let's drink some."

"You're welcome." Dazhe nodded subconsciously.

It's a strange feeling. Although this guy has a relationship with him, it was before he divorced his ex-wife.But now there is no relationship at all—in fact, Dazhe has heard of such a relative in his ex-wife's family, but he seldom contacts him.

Dazhe was not even sure if he had met this young man in front of him at the beginning... Maybe there was a time when everyone had dinner when visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year, or maybe not.

It's been so long, he can't remember many things clearly, let alone this kind of relationship that can't even be counted as relatives now.

"Are you okay?" Luo Qiu looked at Dazhe who was in a daze and asked.

"Oh...it's nothing." Dazhe shook his head, feeling an impulse to drink this hot tea.

But sprinkle some freshly picked sweet-scented osmanthus into the hot water, which is out of reach for Dazhe.He always feels that this is what women should have.

However, the taste turned out to be very good... really good, this is the most intuitive feeling Da Zhe felt after taking a sip.

He was holding a very ordinary glass cup in both hands, and the heat was even just right. There seemed to be a warm current spreading from the palm of his hand to his body, dispelling the coldness of the cold water he washed in. "This tea..."

"I put some sugar and found it in the kitchen." Luo Qiu said casually, "Don't you like sweetness?"

"No no...not." Dazhe shook his head, "It's good...it's good, thank you."

"Will it be uncomfortable?" Luo Qiu asked suddenly at this time.

Dazhe was taken aback for a moment, but Luo Qiu pointed at the position of his own neck with his finger.

Only then did Da Zhe subconsciously reach out and touch his neck, there were some raised flesh on the rough skin - it was a scar protruding from the inside of his chest.

Dazhe shook his head: "It's okay, it happened a long time ago."

"That's good." Luo Qiu nodded, then picked up the feather duster and started sweeping a corner of the TV cabinet.

The concentrated appearance even made Dazhe feel as if he didn't exist anymore. He couldn't help asking: "That..."

"Just call me Luo Qiu."

Dazhe hesitated and said, "You...don't want to know how I got this injury?"

Luo Qiu asked back: "Do you want to say?"

Dazhe opened his mouth, and took a sip of the hot osmanthus tea in his hand. The light sweetness didn't seem to be honey, and he didn't know what good sugar could be found in this house. This taste made him obsessed .

Da Zhe finally opened his mouth, "When I was young, I was ignorant, so I was chopped off. From the neck all the way down to the stomach..."

Da Zhe shook his head, let out a long breath, leaned on the long lacquered stool made of lychee wood, looked at Luo Qiu, and said with a wry smile: "I was so shocked at the time, I really thought I would be like this Died. At that time... I was only 17 years old, right? Now I sometimes think about it, it has been so long, and I... I am getting more and more afraid."

"That's really dangerous." Luo Qiu nodded, stopped his hands, and added some new hot water to Da Zhe.

Dazhe always felt that such hospitality was too extravagant for him.

It was so extravagant that he... made him not know how to face it.He could only hold the cup vigorously with both hands, for fear that it would suddenly slip from his hands.

Da Zhe suddenly remembered something, "I remember, your father seems to be a policeman in a big city?"

"He's gone." Luo Qiu looked at a black and white photo hanging on the corner of the living room... It was the only photo of his father and his grandparents when he was a child before he was born.

"I seem to have heard of it..." Da Zhe nodded, "It's not easy for you."

Luo Qiu said indifferently: "It's okay, life must pass."

Dazhe hesitated to speak, and suddenly asked: "A son of a policeman like you, don't you think of a prisoner like me?"

Luo Qiu said casually: "But aren't you coming out now?"

You have come out, so you are not a prisoner.

you have come out...

These words echoed repeatedly in Da Zhe's mind, making him panic.

"I... I'm tired."

Da Zhe quickly stood up, passed Luo Qiu's gaze, and hurried upstairs, "Don't worry, I will leave early tomorrow morning, and I won't disturb anyone... Finally, thank you for the tea .”

Dazhe also subconsciously took the teacup that he left, and put it on the steps of the stairs just like that.

Luo Qiu glanced at the ceiling where the utility room was probably located, and said softly: Good night.

After that, Luo Qiu collected a pile of dust and walked towards the kitchen - there was a door in the kitchen, and he went to the back yard to put some garbage or something, probably like this structure.

When passing by the bathroom, Luo Qiu took a look...the basin full of hot water hadn't been touched.

"Um……"

……

……

Before dawn, Dazhe quietly walked out of the kitchen, climbed over the low wall of the yard, and left without a sound.

He took all his belongings with him—including the cardboard he had used as a mat.

But he left a note: I hope Luo Qiu will not tell others about his past visits, and promise that he will never enter his house again.

At dawn, Luo Qiu opened the door of the old house in his hometown.

He remembered that when he came back from a summer vacation when he was a child, if he looked from here early in the morning, he could directly see a paddy field in front of him.

At that time, there were many people who woke up earlier than him, and there was no row of newly built houses on the opposite side of the village road.

It was as early as it is now, and the doors of every house were open at that time, so people could always be seen.

He walked towards Grandma Xiaochun's house, knocked on the door a few times, and it was my uncle's wife who opened the door for him.

The aunt looked a little panicked at this moment, as if she was frightened.

"what happened?"

"Luo Qiu..." Aunt hesitated to speak, then became nervous again, and finally opened the door directly, "I don't know what to say, you can see for yourself."

The aunt led Luo Qiu into the room, and the uncle was pacing back and forth in the hall right now, with a disturbed expression on his face... The whole room smelled of smoked cigarettes.

At this moment, a short figure came out from the kitchen—it was Nanny Xiaochun.

Grandma Xiaochun's complexion was not very pale, but instead had a faint rosiness, and her spirits looked quite good.

Grandma Xiaochun held a bowl with a big rooster pattern in her hands, smiling all over her face, "Come, come, I made noodles, let's have breakfast."

It doesn't look like a dying person.

(End of this chapter)