"I'll do it. I'll do it." Lin Mo Tong said in a hurry, "you help to collect already very grateful, other things, do not need you to do, you go up to have a rest, I myself clean up here."

"Lin Mo Tong! There are a dozen helpers in the kitchen. Can I use you? " The next night, cold and unhappy, gave her an apron that she had just taken and threw it aside.

"But they are all serving you. This is the battlefield I created. I will clean it up myself, and I will not spend any effort on it." Lin Mo Tong asked himself that it was not time to take care of everything.

Tomorrow night cold strode to the switch, stretched out his hand to pull the switch, said: "you love to wash it."

The kitchen is completely in a dark, hands can not see five fingers, let alone wash dishes, Lin Mo tong can not even see where the bowl is.

"All right." She had to walk towards the door in the dark, holding her stomach in fear that she might fall or hit.

In the dark, the warm big hand reached out to her and held her hand tightly.

Lin Mo Tong knew that it was cold at night, and after getting familiar with his taste, even if it was a very slight movement, she would not admit that he was wrong.

He held her, which made Lin Mo Tong's heart flustered, and jumped very hard.

This reminds her of the night when the war broke out in country C. on that night, she also met such a man. She and he helped each other hand in hand to escape from the alley.

The warmth of that night, she never forget, he said he would come back to find her, she has never forgotten.

The night was cold and silent. He thought of the girl who had inspired him to escape from the dead line. He promised that she would go back to find her.

But he broke his promise because he never knew what her name was and where she lived.

He once thought that as long as he went to find her immediately, he would be able to find it.

However, he was injured in the war, and let him lie on the hospital bed for a whole year. When she woke up, she had already heard a vague message.

Tomorrow night cold silent, send Lin Mo Tong back to the room.

"Thank you, young master." Lin Mo Tong retracts his hand and thanks softly.

The cold thoughts of tomorrow night are elsewhere, nodding lightly, but there is always something in the bottom of my heart that has not been filled.

Lin Mo Tong closes the door.

He stood in the corridor, sensing the streetlights slowly turned off. In the dark, all things were silent, silent, silent, and the cold night was also standing quietly against the wall.

Lin Mo Tong returns to the room, tossing and turning to think about the things in the alley, finally, or slowly fell asleep.

A night without sleep, a rare sleep sweet.

……

The next day Lin Mo Tong got up in the morning and went to the kitchen. Aunt Qin said with a smile, "pupil pupil, up?"

"Well. I'm sorry. I used the kitchen last night and I didn't clean it up. " Lin Mo Tong said apologetically.

Aunt Qin said with a smile, "what does that matter? By the way, how's your stomach? Is there any discomfort? "

"It's OK." Lin Mo Tong said with a smile.

Aunt Qin looked at the kitchen door and was surprised: "master Hai, how did you come here? This is not where you young masters come from. "

Ding Hai, as a subordinate of the cold tomorrow night, is half the master. Naturally, he is also a young master. He appears in the kitchen, but it is the first time. No wonder even aunt Qin is surprised.