Dear girl

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was scorching like a fire, and the sun was like an invisible flame, scorching the earth.People outside are like dead flowers. Only by drinking water can they evaporate sweat without being thirsty.

A ping full of cars, dilapidated, stacked one on top of the other, full of dust.Countless stories are hidden in those broken glass, a reflection that says this is their grave.

Xia Yao took one last look at the Cruze that had been with her for several months, raised the 600 yuan in her hand, and said to Song Xinci who was holding a sun umbrella beside her, "I invite you to have a big dinner tonight."

Song Xinci seemed to be suffering from summer burnout, blowing a strand of hair that was hanging down, and said weakly: "The doctor told you to move less, and you can take care of it when you get off the car. I will eat at home at night, and I will give it to you." Make bone broth."

The two walked out of the scrap factory, "Well, I'm listening to new words." Xia Yao said.

Song Xinci was very familiar with Xia Yao's residence, and it was only a few turns away.

After parking the car, Song Xinci hooked up the sun umbrella with one hand and helped Xia Yao get out of the car.

This neighborhood has been around for some time, and it looks a little old-fashioned. The windows that can be seen clearly are all rusty, and the outside of the kitchen is covered with oil.

But just like this, it brings a kind of power that makes people feel peaceful. The ground is very clean, with less sharpness of reinforced concrete and more softness of human fireworks.Especially the greenery, the eyes are full of green, and the big trees are luxuriant, almost covering the sun, giving people a cool feeling.

There is just one thing that is good or bad that varies from person to person-there is no elevator.

Song Xinci helped Xia Yao climb two floors, his heart ached so much, he squatted down, patted himself on the back, and said to Xia Yao: "Sister Yao, let me carry you."

Xia Yao chuckled, and walked up with a cane: "You underestimate me too."

Song Xinci stood up and chased after him: "It's true, after all, it has four legs."

There is a thin layer of dust on the furniture, indicating that no one has taken care of it for a while.Everything was the same as when she left. Xia Yao stood at the door and greeted the room: "I'm back."

Song Xinci threw the medicine on the table, and the first thing he did was to plug in the power and turn on the air conditioner.Touching his chin, he suggested: "How about a housekeeper, a part-time worker, to clean up."

Xia Yao unscrewed the bedroom door, moved to the bedside table, took out her regular mobile phone, and plugged in the data cable to charge it.When she left, she tidied it up. The clothes and sheets were folded in the closet, and the furniture was placed neatly. There was only a mat on the bed, and all the small items were packed in the storage box. You just need to wipe off the dust. Just drag it down.

But Miss Song must have never done this, Xia Yao nodded: "Okay."

"I've already chosen—" Song Xinci walked in, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen, "Family cleaning is on the clock for four hours, and the group purchase only costs one hundred and fifty."

**

When Xia Yao just graduated, in order to solve the accommodation problem for a long time, it took half a month to find this small apartment with one living room.It is close to the company and has good greenery. You can see a few elm trees in the yard when you open the window.She lived alone, so the room would be empty if there were too many rooms. Due to the nature of her work, she often worked overtime and wrote manuscripts until the early hours of the morning. The shared rent was afraid of disturbing other people's rest, and she also liked quietness.

At that time, the room looked very old, the walls were peeling off, the kitchen was covered with oil stains accumulated over the years, the floor tiles were missing a few corners, the supporting furniture was greasy, the sofa hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and the toilet was even worse. It is a piece of stubborn stain.

Xia Yao likes to clean, and enjoys the process of bringing old things back to their luster.

It was also summer.A fan was whistling, Xia Yao was wearing a white T-shirt, with a bun in her hair, bought a bunch of cleaning agents, armed herself, and vowed to change the look of the apartment.

Turn on the FM radio, choose a music program, and there is a Cantonese song playing in it.Xia Yao doesn't know Cantonese, and it wasn't until after the song was over that the host introduced it in Mandarin, and then she realized that it was Lin Yilian's "Goodbye Sadness". The theme of this issue seems to be an old song.Just as she wanted, Xia Yao lowered her head and smiled to herself.Outside the window, through the sunlight of the elm trees, the green leaves are bright and full of vitality.

Following the melodious, tactful, or moving classic melody, Xia Yao spread out the plain wallpaper, covered the peeling cement wall with a modern minimalist style, replaced the floor tiles with missing corners, and cleaned the dirt over and over again—until The floor tiles are so bright that they can be used as mirrors, the walls are covered in simple beige, and the kitchen and toilet exude a faint smell of freshener.

In the next few days, Xia Yao added some furniture.Needless to say, the pots and pans, the sofa was replaced with a clean, removable and washable leisure sand release, the curtains were replaced with light green pastoral style, two modern paintings were hung one high and one low in the living room, and there was an extra ceramic vase on the dining table. A few imitation dried lotus plants - the former old house has become a bright nest.

**

The wound started to hurt again, and with Song Xinci here, Xia Yao endured and didn't show any strangeness.After charging for a while, turn it on.The system prompts the message to pop up constantly, "Fortunately, I have reserved [-] call credits." Xia Yao smiled at Song Xinci, lowered her head to check.

Song Xinci walked out of the bedroom, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, washed a glass, cooled it down, and went back to the bedroom with antibiotics.

Xia Yao sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her: "New words, what do you mean by sending me so many ellipses?"

"Take medicine." Song Xinci handed the water to Xia Yao. Thinking of this, he became angry again, "Aren't you making an unannounced visit? I'm afraid you will be exposed."

"Hmm...thoughtful." After Xia Yao finished speaking, she put the medicine in her mouth and took a sip of water.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

The cleaning aunt put on gloves: "Is the mop in the bathroom? Do you sweep the floor or do it first?"

Just as Song Xinci was about to answer, the auntie had already found the mop in the bathroom: "I'll mop the floor first." The auntie wet the mop and came out, dripping all the water, and wiped the table with her hand, leaving a fingerprint, "out Just come back from afar."

Just as Song Xinci was about to answer, the aunt said to herself, "It won't take four hours in such a small room. You are at a loss."

Just as Song Xinci was about to answer, the auntie smiled sheepishly: "I'm not saying you can't afford a big house, I just mean wasting money, don't mind."

"It's okay." Song Xinci finally inserted a sentence. She found that her aunt seemed to just like to talk, and she didn't care if anyone answered...

Auntie dragged her all the way to the bedroom, where Xia Yao was calling home.

"Oh, you... fell, didn't you?" Auntie looked at the cast on Xia Yao's leg with pity, "Why are you so careless?"

"Well, the training camp must be kept secret—" Xia Yao nodded to her aunt and smiled.He raised his foot and said to the phone: "I'm fine, but I'm worrying you."

"I have a cousin who broke his bone in a fall last year. He lay down for three full months, unable to walk, and his buttocks are rotten. Girl, you need to drink more bone soup." The aunt dragged the bottom of Xia Yao's feet.

"Thank you, Auntie." Xia Yao put her foot down and said to the phone, "No, I'm talking to someone else." Xia Yao looked up helplessly, and saw Song Xinci leaning against the door smiling, and the two looked at each other tacitly With a glance, the smile deepened a little.

"After Auntie finishes cleaning, I'll make bone soup for you. At this time, I need to make more supplements. It will hurt my muscles and bones for a hundred days. Poor baby, do your parents know?" Auntie finished asking without waiting for Xia Yao's answer. He went out of the bedroom again, and said to Song Xinci, "Is she your sister?"

Could it be that he looks older than Sister Yao?Song Xinci calmly said, "Auntie, how did you know that?"

"It's not easy." The aunt looked confident, "You dress up more maturely, and that girl looks more plain."

"Yeah." Song Xinci nodded, "It seems to be the case."

The aunt stopped mopping the floor and looked at Song Xinci: "I don't think you two look alike."

"Hey." Song Xinci covered his face with one hand, and deliberately whispered, "We are not real sisters."

"Oh." The aunt nodded earnestly, "It doesn't matter, as long as the relationship is good, it doesn't matter whether you are kissed or not. I have a distant cousin who suffered a stroke. I don't care about my son. Before he died, my nephew stayed with me." He's next to the bed, sorry." After finishing speaking, the aunt went to the bathroom with a mop.

"You guys need to drink water frequently, and what's more, the weather is so hot, tell Dad not to go fishing." Xia Yao was still talking on the phone over there, "How is grandpa and grandma doing? Is there any flooding at home?"

Song Xinci was about to say hello to Xia Yao, and when he came back from the supermarket to buy some food, his phone rang.

Pick up the phone: "Sisi?"

Li Sisi hid in a cubicle in the women's toilet with a face of not knowing what to do, and whispered: "Mr. Song, Sister Weiwei is in the factory now."

Song Xinci looked leisurely: "I'm here, it's not like she hasn't been there before."

"She seems very raw—" Before Li Sisi finished speaking, another high-pitched voice sounded from outside the cubicle and reached Song Xinci's ears.

"You don't need to report to her, I just want to find her."