The Emperor's Run-Away Lover

Chapter 10: Your Name is Bai Mo

　　When the two returned to the parking lot, it was already noon the next day. The sandstorms that raged day and night finally ended.

　　"Huh." Fu Yucheng looked at the boy up and down, and shook his head. "Little devil ... you've got to wash your body." The

　　boy lowered his head and looked at his hands. The nails are covered with yellow sand and dirt, and there are large scrapes on the palms, not to mention the body and hair.

　　Fu Yucheng stooped down, struggling to open the broken drawer under the sofa, pulling out an old towel from a pile of messy fabrics, and throwing it in the direction of the boy: "You will just stop and buy you a new one

　　Yes . "The boy's eyes dimmed slightly-the towel thrown by Fu Yucheng just covered his head.

　　This thin old towel is obviously a long time old. It has been washed and slightly stiff. It is not fluffy and soft, and there is no fresh smell.

　　The boy closed his eyes and felt the rough fibers of the towel rubbing lightly on his cheeks, and there was a weird smell of unclear and unclear nose-a bit like the smell of soap and camphor pills, and a little stale moldy smell There are others.

　　Not a good smell. Strangely, I don't dislike it.

　　"What the hell are you doing standing there? Frightened by the sandstorm? I'm not that serious. I have seen the larger sandstorm several times."

　　Fu Yucheng looked at the boy's dumbfounded look and couldn't help it. It's funny, and the originally heavy and tangled mood is also a lot easier.

　　Forget it, it's not that there's an extra kid in life.

　　Adding a pair of chopsticks, it's just a few years of effort.

　　"This is my previous clothes, so I will wear them." Fu Yucheng walked over and stuffed a clean and old clothes into the boy's hands.

　　He glanced at each other's dusty sand and hair and cheeks, and couldn't help but grunt: "Don't rub it, hurry and wash it. You're so dirty, I can't even bear it."

　　The boy hadn't responded yet. Fu Yucheng had rudely pushed him into the bathroom, and then slammed it shut the bathroom door from the outside.

　　Across a door, Fu Yucheng's voice seemed vague and distant: "Yes, there is a shortage of water resources, there is no shower, you have to pick up the hot water in the bucket. Did you hear it?"

　　"I heard." The boy leaned back He answered the bathroom door.

　　He unconsciously looked at the bathroom in front of him-two days ago, he had washed clothes and blankets here, and simply wiped his body.

　　The bathroom is fully alloyed and extremely small and can only accommodate one person turning around. The corner on the right is an old-fashioned toilet, and on the left corner is a small three-layered poplar rack, with a thick layer of scale on the faucet next to the rack.

　　This old-fashioned faucet is too old to tighten, and a drop of water falls into the metal bucket under the faucet slowly, making a sound of "tap-tap", which is particularly clear in a small space.

　　Apart from these, there is nothing else.

　　The boy leaned against the bathroom door and stayed for a while. After a long time, he exhaled very lightly, and then slowly slid to the cold bathroom floor.

　　It wasn't until this moment that he had such a slight sense of realism.

　　He was accepted.