It was a bit cold at night, the autumn wind blew over, and the rain slanted, drawing a fleeting silver line, and fell to the ground.
The ground was wet, with some blurry reflections of colorful neon lights.
Chen Luo held a transparent umbrella and walked in the rain. He was actually a little cold, and the exposed hands holding the umbrella were a little pale and had clear joints.
When he arrived at the door of his house, he closed his umbrella, took the key and opened the door.
There was a smell of alcohol as soon as he entered the door. He leaned his umbrella against the door, entered the room, fumbled, and pressed the switch.
The light suddenly came down, illuminating the entire room.
The room was in a mess, and a man huddled in the corner, his face flushed, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and fell asleep with his head hanging down.
Chen Luo pursed his lips, stepped over the garbage on the floor, squatted down and shook the man's shoulder: "Dad?" He whispered.
The man muttered something, burped, and smelled of alcohol.
"If you want to sleep, you'd better go to bed. You'll catch a cold if you do." He shook it again, but there was no movement.
"Dad?" He was very patient and continued to call him.
"Um... Don't bother me." The man in the corner frowned and threw the bottle of wine in his hand over impatiently. Half of the bottle of wine inside spilled all over Chen Luo.
He had no choice but to get up and walk to the bed, taking the quilt and pillow away. I wrapped my father tightly in a quilt, put two pillows behind him, and then went to clean the room.
He picked up the glass wine bottles on the ground and collected the scattered bottle caps. The dirty clothes were put into the basin, the floor was mopped, and there was half a bowl of instant noodles on the table, which had already cooled down.
He pulled up his chair and sat down, mixing it with a plastic fork in the noodle bowl, deciding not to waste the food.
Just after taking a bite, I heard the voice of the person in the corner: "Wine... Where is my wine..."
He put down his fork and got a bottle of warm water for his father.
... He was drinking happily with a bottle of wine.
Chen Luo smiled and walked to the window.
Outside the window, the moon was full, enveloping a circle of warm yellow and dotted with starlight.
The bell ringing in my ears was very faint, but I still walked very rhythmically. He turned his head slightly and looked, one fifty-three in the morning.
He wrapped him in a quilt again, turned off the light, then walked straight to his father and sat with him against the wall. Put the clothes on yourself, then close your eyes and sleep.
It's so warm around me, it feels so good.
He leaned crookedly against the wall and fell asleep.
(The father here refers to the biological father, so write it first as a sign of respect.)
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When will em be updated again? It's very well written.
It was a bit cold at night, the autumn wind blew over, and the rain slanted, drawing a fleeting silver line, and fell to the ground. The ground was wet, with some blurry reflections of colorful neon lights. Chen Luo held a transparent umbrella and walked in the rain. He was actually a little cold, and the exposed hands holding the umbrella were a little pale and had clear joints. When he arrived at the door of his house, he closed his umbrella, took the key and opened the door. There was a smell of alcohol as soon as he entered the door. He leaned his umbrella against the door, entered the room, fumbled, and pressed the switch. The light suddenly came down, illuminating the entire room. The room was in a mess, and a man huddled in the corner, his face flushed, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and fell asleep with his head hanging down. Chen Luo pursed his lips, stepped over the garbage on the floor, squatted down and shook the man's shoulder: "Dad?" He whispered. The man muttered something, burped, and smelled of alcohol. "If you want to sleep, you'd better go to bed. You'll catch a cold if you do." He shook it again, but there was no movement. "Dad?" He was very patient and continued to call him. "Um... Don't bother me." The man in the corner frowned and threw the bottle of wine in his hand over impatiently. Half of the bottle of wine inside spilled all over Chen Luo. He had no choice but to get up and walk to the bed, taking the quilt and pillow away. I wrapped my father tightly in a quilt, put two pillows behind him, and then went to clean the room. He picked up the glass wine bottles on the ground and collected the scattered bottle caps. The dirty clothes were put into the basin, the floor was mopped, and there was half a bowl of instant noodles on the table, which had already cooled down. He pulled up his chair and sat down, mixing it with a plastic fork in the noodle bowl, deciding not to waste the food. Just after taking a bite, I heard the voice of the person in the corner: "Wine... Where is my wine..." He put down his fork and got a bottle of warm water for his father. ... He was drinking happily with a bottle of wine. Chen Luo smiled and walked to the window. Outside the window, the moon was full, enveloping a circle of warm yellow and dotted with starlight. The bell ringing in my ears was very faint, but I still walked very rhythmically. He turned his head slightly and looked, one fifty-three in the morning. He wrapped him in a quilt again, turned off the light, then walked straight to his father and sat with him against the wall. Put the clothes on yourself, then close your eyes and sleep. It's so warm around me, it feels so good. He leaned crookedly against the wall and fell asleep. (The father here refers to the biological father, so write it first as a sign of respect.)
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When will em be updated again? It's very well written.
It seems that Shan Zhangnan knows them.