He always wants to kill this scum

It's hard for Fang Huan to believe that there are still people living here, and the lonely old people should be sent to nursing homes to enjoy their old age.I saw an old woman sitting in the yard in a daze, with mottled white hair wrapped in a dark blue turban, she was wearing a very worn-out Nakasugi, her face was wrinkled, and her cloudy eyes just stared at the people in the yard for a moment. That poplar tree.Too old to take care of himself anymore and looking as messy as a beggar in the street.Standing there, Xie Huan could still smell a strange smell.

Han Xiaodong put the eggs on the moss-covered steps, stepped forward gently and knelt down in front of her, and shook her hand tightly: "Auntie, I'm here to see you."

The old man looked at Han Xiaodong subconsciously, and smiled. Her teeth had all fallen out, and the smile was very kind: "You are..."

"I'm Xiaodong." Han Xiaodong said, wiping away tears.

"Oh—that smart kid from Zhiwei's family, has he grown so big? When I saw you yesterday, you were so young! Are you looking for a wife?"

Han Xiaodong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Grandma, I'm still in high school, what kind of wife do I want?"

"Oh..." The old man turned his face thoughtfully and stared at the poplar again, muttering to himself, "It's been so many years, shouldn't it be time for Changsheng to come back?"

Han Xiaodong sighed long and hard, turned his head to look at Xie Huan who was standing at the gate of the yard, frowning tightly: "You really can't go back until you go down the mountain."

"Who said I'm going back? I'm staying with you today. Tell me, what do you want me to do? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Han Xiaodong ignored him and walked into the house with the eggs. Xie Huan greeted the old man, but the old man was immersed in his own world and ignored him.Xie Huan sighed and followed Han Xiaodong into the dilapidated and dark room.The place is too remote, the electrical circuits are aging, and the previous villagers have all moved away, so there is no electrician to repair it, and now there is no electricity. Han Xiaodong lighted two candles with ease, and Xie Huan set the house under the dim and flickering candlelight. I checked the environment here.

"Can people live here?" Everything on the stove was black, mushrooms and grass grew on the wet ground, and the chipped bowls were placed messily on a piece of granite, stained with a thick layer of dirt.Xie Huan was scratching all over his body, and was covered with mosquito bites.

"Xiaodong, why do all these mosquitoes bite me and not you?" Xie Huan asked shyly, regardless of Han Xiaodong ignoring him.

Han Xiaodong replied angrily: "You are more expensive than my blood and gold, Mr. Xie!"

"Hehe..." Xie Huan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "The mosquitoes in this mountain are indeed more knowledgeable! No wonder all the masters live in the mountain, and the mosquitoes are no exception."

Han Xiaodong washed the pot with his hands, and boiled a pot of clean water to wash the bowls. Xie Huan felt distressed when he saw that his ten fingers were white and wrinkled, and pulled him aside: "The rest Let me wash the dishes."

The water in the pot was turbid and black, and Xie Huan couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth. The tools for washing dishes were also extremely simple, just an old loofah.Han Xiaodong sighed secretly and pushed Xie Huan away: "If you really want to help me, go to the water tank behind the house and pick up two buckets of water. There are buckets behind."

"okay!"

Behind the house is a gutter, leaning against the mountain wall, and a bamboo is attached to both ends of the mountain wall and the water tank, and pure mountain spring water slowly flows into the water tank like this.There is a wooden ladle floating in the water tank, and two buckets of water are filled and sent to the kitchen. The water in the pot has just been poured out, and the dishes are washed three times with clean water before they are considered clean.Xie Huan stared at the busy Han Xiaodong with his smiling eyes, wanting to embrace him in his arms.

"You...what are you looking at me like that for?" Han Xiaodong wanted to look into his burning gaze, but it seemed too difficult.

"It's just that I didn't expect you to do housework quickly and neatly. It's not at all like you who are usually clumsy."

Han Xiaodong generously rolled his eyes at Xie Huan: "I don't know how to match your clothes and shoes, I don't know how to cook delicious food, and I don't know how to use those advanced electronic products. I am not the same as you at all." The people of the world. For us, on the basis of being alive, eat enough to eat and wear warm clothes. But for you, while eating and wearing warm clothes, we should pursue more and more noble material enjoyments.”

"Xiaodong, can you always speak to me with thorns? I don't mean anything else." Hearing these words, Xie Huan felt very uncomfortable.

Han Xiaodong snorted coldly and looked away: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just telling the truth, whether you like it or not."

Xie Huan turned around and walked out of the house in a dull mood, and sat down on the steps. Tonight, the stars are bright and the moon is bright, and the frogs are singing. Xie Huan feels that the closer he is to Han Xiaodong, the less he knows how to get along with him On balance, the air outside the house is very fresh, with a faint fragrance of flowers in the evening breeze, quiet and peaceful.

Not long after, the smell of food came from the house, and Han Xiaodong ignored Xie Huan when he came out, and helped the old man by himself: "Auntie, it's time for dinner, shall we eat first and then come to the yard to enjoy the shade?"

"Eat first? Okay, okay..." Han Xiaodong suddenly said to Xie Huan as he helped the old man pass by, "The food is not very clean and tasty. If you don't want to eat, don't force you."