C16

The only window of the rented house had been blown off by the wind, and it was filled with rain and wind. Furthermore, there was a leak in the ceiling of the house, which was as heavy as the rain outside. There was not a single place to rest in the house. What made Luan Xiaoxue's heart ache the most was that her clothes that were hanging out outside had been blown away by the wind, and there was no electricity in the house. In the dark, she could only go down to the first floor and knock on the landlord's door. When the landlord opened the door, he saw Luan Xiaoxue covered in water and said in a bad mood, "Don't beg me. I can't help you. It's only two hundred dollars a month, I can't promise anything. " After saying that, without waiting for Luan Xiaoxue to speak, "Peng", he closed the door.

Luan Xiaoxue was so angry that she wanted to smash the door. She was not here to seek accountability from the landlord but to borrow a flashlight to find her clothes that were blown away by the wind. She reached out her hand, but even if she did, what could she do? She still had to live here, and she didn't have to look up. Why? The outstretched hand dropped down in a compromise.

During the rainy night, Luan Xiaoxue's tears flowed unceasingly along with the rain. She was at a loss as she walked towards the place with the lights on. She also did not know where she was going or where her habitat was. As she walked, she realized that she was getting more and more familiar with this road. It was only when the "Thirteen Mausoleum" appeared in front of the street light that Luan Xiaoxue knew that this main road was only brightly lit by the street lamp leading to the "Thirteen Mausoleum".

The key, the key in the bag. Luan Xiaoxue thought of the key to Luo Tianyun's house and bravely walked to the entrance of the yard. She thought to herself that she hoped that he was not at home. She wanted to take a bath, change into dry clothes, and think of something else.

Luan Xiaoxue worriedly walked across the yard and used her key to knock on the door, but whatever she was afraid of had to happen. When she opened the door, Luo Tianyun turned around just in time to see "Miss Conch" appear. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Luan Xiaoxue standing there drenched in water. He asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"I, I …" Luan Xiaoxue started to cry as if she had seen her family for a long time. Luo Tianyun quickly stood up, pulled Luan Xiaoxue up, and closed the door. Ma Yingjie had been serving his drinks while he was with his guests tonight. Ma Yingjie was so drunk that he could not distinguish between north and south. He was sent home by the driver to rest. However, when he returned home and saw the note left by "Miss Conch", he actually laughed out loud in a happy mood. He took her green bean soup out of the fridge and tasted it. It tasted much purer, and he wondered what she cooked it with. How could it be so delicious? He drank two bowls in one go.

"Little girl, don't cry. What happened?" Luan Xiaoxue's fear and cowardice couldn't be relieved. She stopped crying, and still had a pitiful face, looking at Luo Tianyun, she said: "The house I rented is full of water, my only clothes were blown away by the wind, I, I have nowhere else to go."

"So that's how it is." Luo Tianyun let out a sigh of relief and signaled Luan Xiaoxue to go take a bath. He went upstairs to find clothes for her. He went to her bedroom and found a pair of pajamas his wife usually wore. They were made of ice silk, and they were smooth and delicate to the touch, just like his wife's childhood skin. He grew up in the same yard as her. Since they were teenagers, both of them had been sticky. In a flash, decades passed. The two were as familiar as one person, but when his wife wore the pajamas, he would stroke her through the clothes. He could not help but imagine his wife as a girl. He knew she was old, an old man's nostalgia for youth. Now, with the pajamas in his hand, and the silkiness of the ice rolling in the palm of his hand, he felt a surge of desire in his body. He quickly put them down and went to his daughter's room, found a pair of her pajamas, and went down to the first floor.

Luan Xiaoxue was still bathing. The sound of flowing water was still ringing in Luo Tianyun's ears. He tried her best to suppress the agitation in her body, knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Girl, your clothes."

An arm that still had water droplets on it was extended out. Luo Tianyun took a look and his blood vessel suddenly expanded. He couldn't help but push on the door with his hand. The door was pushed open as if it was unprepared. Luan Xiaoxue was like a frightened little deer. She subconsciously covered her sensitive spot with a towel while her face was as red as the morning sun. She timidly looked at Luo Tianyun.

The blood in Luo Tianyun's body was quickly gushing upwards. When a beautiful ink painting opened up, his mind was completely focused. He went up to the clouds and closed the water cage, then wrapped the bathrobe around Luan Xiaoxue and carried her.

"My conch girl." Luo Tianyun softly said as he strode towards the second floor.