1960's Daily Struggle

23

　　For the first time, he used this fluffy feather duster to sweep the dust, and it was very fresh, and it was very efficient to sweep away the dust from the bed frame and the window.

　　Huo Yueze accepted his fate and took the enamel basin to collect water.

　　At first, all the dirty water coming out of the faucet was rust-colored, and the water flow was very small. Huo Yueze simply turned the switch to the maximum and left it on for a long time, until the water flow gradually increased and then became clear again.

　　Then wet the towel, do two rounds of soap on it to create a flimsy lather, and start wiping the bed frame, table and chairs, windows and other areas to be wiped.

　　After Cheng Zhou finished sweeping the dust, he also came to help, replacing the dirty water in the enamel basin, scrubbing the dirty towel, and handing the clean towel to Huo Yueze, asking him to wipe the bed frame several times. .

　　Time passed by minute by minute.

　　Fine dust floats in the space, and hot sunlight shines through the windows.

　　The light soap scent fills the whole house, and you can feel a clean breath between your breaths.

　　The two of them dragged wet towels back and forth across every dusty corner.

　　The dirty towel was thrown into the water basin. Cheng Zhou sat on the ground with a sullen face, panting from exhaustion, and looked down at his watch. It was past three in the afternoon.

　　He looked up at Huo Yueze. The man was squatting on the ground and wiping the legs of the table. The clothes on his upper body were soaked with sweat, revealing the outline of the muscles inside.

　　Cheng Zhou held his chin and looked at it quietly for a moment, then suddenly said, "Huo Yueze, stop cleaning, let's go eat."

　　Huo Yueze raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then turned to ask him, "Are you hungry?"

　　"Yes, I'm a little hungry," Cheng Zhou walked over and squatted in front of him, rubbing his forehead against the man's sweaty arm, and unconsciously said coquettishly, "And I'm so tired, you accompany me to a state-run restaurant for dinner. Right." He didn't want to eat alone.

　　Cheng Zhou, who came from the interstellar era, has an advanced view of love and is quite frank in some aspects.

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Zhou yawned, with a hint of water in the corner of his eyes, "I also want to sleep, but I didn't sleep at noon today. After dinner, I will go back to the guest house to sleep for a while."

　　Cheng Zhou took the initiative to approach him and dawdled, Huo Yueze's heart softened, and he reached out to touch Cheng Zhou's cheek, "Okay, I'll accompany you to dinner, and I'll send you back to the hostel after eating." The tone of his voice was a little annoyed.

　　He was so busy that he forgot the time and didn't notice that the little idiot was hungry and sleepy.

　　The weather was hot, so the two of them simply washed their faces with cold water, tidy up hastily, and went out of the small yard wearing straw hats.

　　The sun outside was still blazing hot, and the heat waves in the air came in piles, and the weather seemed more and more unusual.

　　Before walking out of the small yard, Huo Yueze put his head under the faucet and gave him a slap. He would be sweating profusely just a few minutes after walking out.

　　He turned his head to look at the unconscious Cheng Zhou, and asked in confusion, "Zhou Zhou, aren't you hot?" Why didn't he see him sweating?

　　"No," Cheng Zhou stretched out to hold Huo Yueze's hand, and said with a smile, "touch me, I'm cool."