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The water heater at home has been used for more than ten years, and there are constant minor problems. Sometimes there is no hot water.When he noticed that the water temperature was getting colder, Shan Yufei accelerated the speed of wiping the soap, but he was still breathless due to the completely cooled water.

After coming out of the bathroom, he quickly ran into the bedroom and put on a long-sleeved T-shirt. It was still cold, and his muscles were tense. He sat by the bed for a while, his jaw trembling uncontrollably, waiting for the breath attached to his body. After the chill gradually subsided, he stood up and dug out a cotton coat from the old wardrobe.

Cotton clothes, after being worn for a long time, do not keep warm very much. The cotton wool buried inside is tightly tied into ropes, which cannot resist the wind and cold outside.But it's only autumn now, and it's not yet the cold wind howling, so it's okay to wear it on the body.

Shan Yufei put the changed T-shirts, jeans, and work clothes into the basin, and took them to the balcony to wash.

The pool on the balcony had no hot water—even if it did, the water coming out of the pipe would probably be cold.Shan Yufei soaked his hands in cold water, rubbing his clothes carefully, worried that he would make too much noise and wake up his grandfather who had already fallen asleep.

He rarely does laundry in the middle of the night, and his jeans and overalls are not so dirty that they need to be washed, but the "smell of engine oil" he hears at night lingers in his mind, which is annoying.

It was also because of that sentence that he suffered cold water in the bathroom.

Although water heaters often have problems, once you get used to it, you can actually grasp the law of hot water cooling.As long as you move neatly, you will basically not be doused all over by the completely cooled water.I washed it for a long time today and wasted time. It seems that the smell of engine oil will fade after washing for a long time.The water heater didn't cooperate, and the hot water ran out as soon as the time came, which was more punctual than the magic cast on "Cinderella".

They all say that they can't smell the smell on their own body.Shan Yufei didn't know if the smell of motor oil on his body was so obvious that he could smell it a few steps away, but the man didn't look like he was lying at the time, and there was no need to lie, it should be because of his better sense of smell Sensitive, you can smell it as soon as you smell it.

Shan Yufei sighed, his hands were numb from the cold water.

The movement on the balcony still woke up Grandpa Shan Shanhai, the skinny old man fumbled to the balcony door, with a pair of withered and cloudy eyes embedded in his wrinkled face, "Xiaofei, put your clothes away, you Go to sleep, I will wash you during the day."

"Grandpa, don't stand here, it's cold outside." Shan Yufei quickly wiped off the water on his hands, and helped the old man walk into the house, "I woke you up, I will close the balcony door in a while."

Shan Shanhai shook his head, "You should go to bed early, it's been too hard, and tomorrow..."

"I know." Shan Yufei interrupted softly, "I know, grandpa."

There seemed to be tears in Shan Shanhai's eyes, he sighed deeply, patted Shan Yufei's arm with his dry hand, staggered into the bedroom, and closed the door that always creaked.

Shan Yufei stood in the cramped and dark living room for a few seconds, then turned and went back to the balcony.

The autumn and winter in Yuancheng are a bit humid, and the clothes are not easy to dry after washing, and there is no drying equipment at home. He aired the freshly washed clothes, took off the trousers washed a few days ago, and touched them. They were still very moist, so he had to dry them again. .

After all this was done, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

It's time to go to bed. A while ago, I applied for a day off from the workshop and the restaurant in advance, and I have to go outside the city to visit my father's grave at dawn.

Tomorrow—no, it should be today—is the anniversary of my father's death.

Thinking of that crazy and cruel man, he twitched bitterly, and walked towards the kitchen.

There was still a small handful of dry noodles left in the cabinet, so he lit the fire, planning to cook a bowl of noodles to satisfy his hunger.

When working in the private room at night, Luo Tanshen pushed the boiled crab porridge in front of him and invited him to taste it together, but the waiters have rules that waiters must abide by, even if they are very hungry, they cannot eat the food ordered by the guests.

I haven't eaten for more than ten hours, and my stomach is so empty that I can't feel it.

The noodles were cooked quickly, he squatted in the corner and drank all the noodle soup.

With food in my stomach, my body finally warmed up.He cleaned up the kitchen, looked at the balcony and the living room, and then walked into his bedroom.

The bed hadn't had time to add cotton wool, and it was a little cold lying on it. He turned sideways and looked at the drawer not far away in the dark.

There is a photo in the book in the drawer.

He wants to see that picture.

His fists were clenched under the thin quilt, he didn't get up after all, his closed eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was experiencing some kind of struggle.

After a few minutes, he calmed down, lying on his side changed to lying on his back, and let out a long breath.

At night, half dreaming and half awake, falling asleep for no more than half an hour.At dawn, he got up and prepared breakfast for two as usual, the difference was that he usually went out empty-handed, but today he was carrying two large packets of joss sticks and paper money.

The man who was related to him had been dead for three years, and he was relieved, but left all the burdens on the living.

He waited under the street light for more than ten minutes, and the first bus in the morning was late.

The cemetery is in a village outside the city, and it is the cheapest cemetery in Yuancheng.Every year to sweep the tomb, you have to transfer from bus to bus, from minibus to minibus, and finally take a tricycle in the countryside, which takes a whole day.

After the bus left for a few stops, the genius completely lit up. He looked at the empty street outside the window and rubbed his uncomfortable eyes.

It's already past the re-examination time, maybe I have to take some time to go to the hospital for a thorough examination.

It was rare for Luo Tanshen to go out without driving, so he dug out a motorcycle that he had received last year from the garage.

Xu Muchu used to see a "male model" playing extreme games in the clubhouse. In order to attract others, he bought several top-level modified motorcycles on a whim.At that time, Luo Tanshen was "empty", so he bought a car for nothing, followed him for a few times, and then got tired of it, so he threw the car in the garage to collect dust.

Yesterday in the private room, he intentionally used the "smell of engine oil" to make Shan Yufei lose face. After he came back, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was unnecessary.

After thinking about it all night, I turned the motorcycle out together in the morning, and went up to smell it to distinguish what kind of engine oil smell it was.

In fact, he was quite curious about the smell of motor oil on Shan Yufei's body—the work clothes must have smelled of motor oil, but Shan Yufei's personal hygiene was so good that he couldn't smell it after he put on his uniform. After sniffing, he found nothing, so he could only pretend to be mean.

Expensive motorcycles shuttled through the traffic, and Luo Tanshen wore a tailor-made motorcycle outfit. Even though the helmet covered his beautiful and dusty face, this outfit was still quite eye-catching.

The motorcycle drove towards Haoling Motorcycle Factory, and he wanted to see with his own eyes what Shan Yufei's workshop looked like.

More importantly, he wanted to smell the oil on Shan Yufei.

The bus caught up with the morning rush hour and was blocked on the road.Shan Yufei's eyes were squinted by the wind blowing in from the window, and he raised his hand to close the car window.

From the corner of the eye, a roaring motorcycle draws a smooth arc between the stationary vehicles, whizzing past gracefully.

He looked back subconsciously, and the motorcycle had disappeared into the rolling traffic.