The floor tiles are a cement-like gray with a finely textured, matte finish, making them very slip-resistant.
Turn on the shower, and without waiting, hot water, perfect for a shower, pours down from above.
When Yan Heqing squeezed out the shampoo, he realized that the cedar scent was the shampoo itself. The white bottle had no logo, just a simple white bottle.
After taking a shower, Yan He didn't use a bath towel. Yan Heqing, he carefully washed the new towel he had bought several times with hot water, wrung it out thoroughly, and used it to wipe the water droplets off his hair and body.
Yan Heqing came out of the shower, his hair half-wet and no longer dripping, and picked up a change of clothes to change. Thump, something rolled out and fell to the ground.
Yan Heqing squatted down and picked it up. Under the warm light, it was a round jar, not new. Yan Heqing then unscrewed it, revealing a pale green ointment inside, emitting a faint grassy scent. Yan Heqing's brow twitched. He put on his slippers and walked to the washbasin.
The mirror surface was smooth, but there were several very obvious purplish-blue bruises on his neck.
Yan Heqing's gaze darkened.
His back was still hurting. He turned to the side, and in the mirror, there was a dark bruise below his shoulder blade.
After a few seconds of silence, Yan Heqing scooped out a dollop of light green ointment and applied it in front of the mirror. It felt cool on his skin, and Yan Heqing finished applying it in just two minutes.
The bathroom was warm, and the ointment quickly penetrated his skin. Yan Heqing walked back to the locker, unfolded the soft T-shirt, and put it on. It was so big it was almost loose, reaching up to his thighs, and the material was very soft and skin-friendly.
Then, taking apart the disposable underwear, the waistband was elastic, so it was barely wearable, but the sweatpants were a bit too tight.
Yan Heqing's waist was so thin that even with the belt tightened, large folds still appeared on the sides of her waist, bunching up around her waist, and her trouser legs were also a bit too long. Yan Heqing squatted down and rolled them up twice.
After rinsing his mouth again, Yan Heqing cleaned the bathroom. Not finding a laundry tub, he put his clothes in a plastic bag, tied a knot, and then left the bathroom.
He came out, but the living room was empty. Yan Heqing was a little puzzled. Just as he turned his head, he saw Lu Lin carrying two bowls out of the kitchen, still steaming. When he saw Yan Heqing come out, he glanced into the living room.
Yan Heqing is not short, standing at 181 cm, 8 cm shorter than him, but wearing his clothes makes him look like he's wearing an adult's clothes.
Her wide trousers were rolled up, revealing No. 1 Primary School section of her slender white ankles. Her thick black hair wasn't completely dry, and each strand stood upside down.
He had just taken a bath, and his cheeks were flushed with a light pink. His eyes, washed clean by the water, were clear and bright. He stood under the lamplight, quietly watching him.
This lasted only a second before Lu Lin looked away and walked into the dining room, saying, "Come and have some porridge."
Yan Heqing pulled up his trousers under his clothes and walked over quietly.
Lu Lin went back to the kitchen, and when he came out again, he had a glass of water in his hand, with bubbles rising to the surface, which meant he had added an effervescent tablet.
A water glass was placed in front of Yan Heqing, and Lu Lin sat down opposite him.
There was nothing else greasy, just two bowls of beef and egg congee. The rice and beef were stewed until very tender. Yan Heqing took a sip; the congee was very easy to swallow. He lowered his head slightly and ate very quietly. In the dining room, only the occasional sound of a spoon hitting a bowl could be heard.
Lu Lin quickly put down the bowl and looked at Yan Heqing. The boy didn't have much of an appetite and drank a little slower. He kept his head down, and his fluffy head, like popped popcorn, exuded the fragrance of cedar. The bruise on his neck seemed to have faded a bit.
After Yan Heqing quickly finished his porridge, Lu Lin asked, "Were you fighting?"
Yan Heqing paused slightly, swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, put down the spoon, looked up, and nodded, "Mm."
"You lost?"
"No," Yan Heqing shook his head, "We won."
Yan Heqing picked up his water glass, took a sip, and tasted a strong orange flavor, not the cheap artificial flavor, but like a freshly peeled orange, a refreshing and enticing orange taste.
Lu Lin stared intently at him, "You don't have anyone else's contact information on your phone."
"Yes." Yan Heqing finished the rest of her orange juice in one gulp, put down the glass, and a slight smile played on her lips. "I've blocked them. They're all creditors; I don't want to answer their calls."
Lu Lin asked again, "Did you grow up in an orphanage?"
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Yan Heqing raised her eyes, a faint glint in them. "No, I was adopted not long after I arrived at the orphanage. They were a couple who couldn't have children. But the following year, they had a son, and a few months ago—"
He paused before continuing, "When I met you, I had just broken off all ties with them."
His gaze was clear and bright, Lu Lin's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't continue. He got up to clear the dishes, and seeing Yan Heqing also stand up, he said calmly, "You are a guest."
You washed the dishes at my house last time too.
"I wasn't a patient then." Two bowls, one cup— Lu Lin tidied up quickly. "Besides, there's a dishwasher in the kitchen; the housekeeping will take care of it tomorrow."
Yan Heqing then stopped.
Lu Lin went back to the kitchen, rinsed the bowls and cups in the sink, and poured a glass of warm water, this time without adding an effervescent tablet.
He brought out the water, Yan Heqing, who was tidying his shoes in the entryway, heard the noise and ran over, carrying his shoes, asking earnestly, " Mr. Lu, where can I wash my shoes?"
Lu Lin was stumped by the question.
He doesn't need to wash his shoes.
Yan Heqing seemed to have thought of that too, and he asked again, "Do you have a basin?"
Lu Lin placed the water glass on the coffee table and walked towards the storage room. "There should be some."
After rummaging through the storage room for a while, I finally found a brand new stainless steel bowl for cooking.
Lu Lin took out the largest cooking bowl and went outside.
This cooking bowl was quite valuable; it was brand new and gleaming, reflecting a halo of light. Yan Heqing hesitated slightly.
Lu Lin noticed his expression and handed it over, saying, "Its value lies in being used, no matter how. Putting it in the storage room only diminishes its value."
Yan Heqing then accepted it, saying, "Thank you."
In the restroom, Yan Heqing soaked his shoes in water, lathered them with soap, and scrubbed away the glaring marks left by Lu Muchi with a cold gaze.