12 • Run With Weight

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Li Jungkook 's dormitory was not big. Four people lived in it, with two bunk beds. The army green quilt was folded into a standard tofu block. There were two tables and two chairs. An enamel pot and toiletries were placed on the windowsill. The rest of the room was exceptionally clean and spotless. She didn't see any change of clothes, so they must have been put away in the cabinet.



When Song Lisa was in college, she went to the male dormitory. It was a mess and smelled bad. Now it seems that soldiers are indeed different. Discipline permeates every aspect of life.



In addition to a faint smell of sweat, there was also a hint of soap in the room.



A ray of setting sun slanted in through the window and spread softly on the ground.



Song Lisa stood on the sunny side, looking embarrassed, her hair a mess, water dripping from it.



Li Jungkook opened the drawer, and she took the opportunity to take a look. His spare military uniform was neatly folded without a single wrinkle. On top of it was a harmonica, a fountain pen, and a small notebook.



He took out a towel and gave it to her: "Wipe it off."



Song Lisa hesitated.



Li Jungkook smiled: "New. Not dirty."



"No." She waved her hands quickly and said a little stiffly, "I'm afraid I'll dirty your towel. Just lend me a comb, it will dry quickly if you comb it."



He didn't force her. He put the towel on the back of the chair, walked to the window sill, took out a small white plastic comb from the enamel container containing a toothbrush and toothpaste, and handed it to her.



There were already dots of water stains dripping from where Song Lisa was standing. She took a comb and walked to the door. She turned her back to him and tilted her head out the door. She combed her hair carefully and awkwardly, and the water drops fell densely to the ground.




She wrung the water out of her hair and combed it once or twice to get as much water out as possible. The weather in Garo City was hot and dry, so her hair dried in a short time.



He looked at her twice, then turned sideways, folded the towel on the back of the chair and put it back in the drawer.



She finished combing her hair, put it behind her shoulders, secretly wiped the water off the comb with her sleeve, turned around and gave it back to him: "Thank you."



"It's okay." He took it, glanced at the half-dry comb, and put it back into the enamel pot. He stepped back to the chair and turned to look at her.



The two looked at each other and paused for a second.



"when did you come?"



"when did you come?"

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