C20 Care

Sweating profusely for two and a half hours, Fan Shuang cleaned the kitchen and the toilet. It was already 6: 15 P.M., but the sun had not set yet. The night was short and the day was long.

Fan Shuang sat on the sofa in the living room and took a nap, lighting a cigarette. He was exhausted, but every time he broke out in sweat, he would relax. Lying on the sofa, looking at the white ceiling, he felt elated.

Perhaps it was because she had expended too much physical strength, or perhaps she had not eaten much in the afternoon, but her stomach was growling loudly, which was a sign that she needed to cook. Perhaps it was because she had expended too much physical strength, or perhaps she had not eaten much in the afternoon, but her stomach was growling loudly, which was a sign that she needed to cook.

Fan Shuang struggled up from the sofa and went into the kitchen to make dinner. Although her sister was not feeling well, and she tried her best to consider for her, preparing more meals for her and then making light and nutritious meals according to the local conditions. She could not become better, but at least she would not worsen.

By the time he finished making the last piece of meat, it was already 7: 30 P.M., and the flowers were all flashing neon. They were magnificent, like a vast galaxy, giving people a feeling of bustle and liveliness under the night sky.

Fan Shuang was the only man in the room and was very suitable for the profession of "family cook." Fan Shuang was the only man in the room and was very suitable for the profession of "family cook." Fan Shuang was the only man in the room and was very suitable for the profession of "family cook.

She lightly knocked on her sister's door, afraid that she would still be sleeping and would disturb her. She called out softly, "Are you awake? "Why don't you get up and have a bite to eat? I've already cooked a meal and it's all in accordance with what your body is meticulously cooking right now. It's definitely beneficial to your health."

However, there was no reply for a long time, not even the slightest sound. It was evident that her sister had fallen asleep after going through a painful ordeal, and she was extremely vexed as she thought to herself: "Since my stomach is not good, I should eat a lot at regular intervals. Even if I were made of iron, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The young people these days really don't know how to take care of themselves." He was also curious as to why he always treated his sister like a child and couldn't help but worry about her as an elder uncle. Could it be that he was slowly being influenced by her and was gradually getting used to the new identity and title of "uncle"?

In order not to disturb Sister's rest, he went back to the kitchen to eat a meal. A specially prepared and sumptuous meal was wasted just like that. There was too much worry in his heart, and no matter how hungry he was, he would never be in the mood to eat. He just casually scooped up a bowl of lean meat porridge with the skin and eggs in order to relieve his hunger and hunger.

Fan Shuang did not like to eat eggs and meat. Like he said, she had little desire for cleanliness and cultivation, so she was a vegetarian, so she intentionally left the minced meat and egg flowers in the electric cooker. She was worried that her sister would wake up hungry, so she left them for her on purpose.

After dinner, Fan Shuang went back to his bedroom to take a bath. He also had a suite with a toilet across the room, which was to prevent disputes or life habits from causing inconvenient problems. Fan Shuang was quite satisfied with this alone, so she would rather spend some money than fight for the bathroom.

Around eight in the morning, after he had finished his shower, Fan Shuang piled his clothes in the basin in his toilet. When he had time to wash again, it would be quiet in the evening, and it would be time for him to use his inspiration. He would not be depressed by the pleasure of the day, nor would he feel exhausted, so he would rest comfortably and set aside his dreams.

His mind was filled with the image of his sister, as if a spell had been cast on him. He couldn't help but miss her, her happiness, her sadness, her jumping and jumping, her scowl, her sadness, her happiness. Even her smile was deeply imprinted in his memory.

In order to make his thoughts clearer, he wrote about his recent and memorable experiences in another of his new works. He also tried different types of works and was slowly changing them as he tried to be influenced by them …

In order to make his characters more lively, he read and reread between the lines, lit a cigarette and slowly savored the pleasure.

"Uncle, are you trying to write a letter again? "Why don't you close the door?" His sister's voice sounded weak as Fan Shuang struggled to look towards the door through the computer screen's light. Although he could not see her face in the dim light, he could tell from her voice that she was extremely weak and dispirited.

Fan Shuang tried his best to conceal the worry in his heart with a smile. "Have you eaten?" If not, I'll help you heat it up. It's good for your stomach and your digestive system. "

Seeing that Fan Shuang was about to get up from his computer, his sister said anxiously, "No need, I've already eaten. If you're busy, I won't trouble you."

He walked out of his unmoving nest and stretched his muscles before letting out a long sigh. He put out the half-smoked cigarette and put it into the ashtray, worried about her health, and said, "I'm fine. Anyway, it's fine, why don't we make a move. Let's go, the kitchen, I'll make you something nice to eat."

The little sister tried to resist and said in a haggard tone, "I really have. The porridge you made was very appetizing. I ate it just now, but I didn't have the nerve to disturb you when I saw you focusing on writing."

Fan Shuang could not just ignore her and just abandon her. After all, she had always been acting as she pleased, so he was not in a hurry to focus on his career, "Today's work is all done, so there's nothing wrong with sitting around. Say it, let me accompany you today. It's only eight-thirty, I'm willing to listen to your punishments." Fan Shuang paid a lot of attention to time, so he treasured every second.

Ah'Ni giggled. She was unhappy. After pondering for a while, she could not refuse. She simply asked, "Do you have any beer here?"

Fan Shuang was astounded. His face darkened as he said, "You have gastroenteritis. You're not paying attention at all, yet you actually want to drink..." Beer, are you not afraid of stomach perforation and stomach ulcers? "

The younger sister smiled and said, "Just a little. It's alright. I know my own body well. It's because my heart is very strong." As she spoke, she made a gesture with her arm, indicating to Fan Shuang that she was not that weak.

Fan Shuang could not do anything about it. After all, she was a patient right now, otherwise she would definitely teach him a lesson. But Fan Shuang did not get involved, so he asked curiously, "Why are you going up to the roof tonight? If I let Auntie Bao know that I have to die from scolding. We need to drink beer in the room. Furthermore, there is no alcohol in the house.

Sister Yi was stunned and frowned. "Oh, playing in the room. If you can't let it go, it will affect the rest of the neighbors. If... "Then forget it, I'll just go back and sleep in peace."

Seeing her disappointment, Fan Shuang did not want her to be disappointed. He picked up the wallet on the table and said to his sister, "Alright, wait for me for five minutes. I will go downstairs and buy it. Please do not go back to your room and sleep." As he spoke, he ran out of the room in a panic.

When she reached downstairs, she met Auntie Bao again. She was really responsible, closely guarding her own door, guarding against thieves or suspicious people coming and going in her territory.

Fan Shuang rushed downstairs in a flurry, almost bumping into her bloated body. Looking at Fan Shuang, he asked, "Little Fan, running downstairs in the middle of the night. Why are you no longer staying in your room?"

Fan Shuang deftly and agilely avoided her as she rushed out towards the wine and tobacco supermarket. While she was running away, she said lightly, "I forgot something I need to buy."

However, she did not know that Fan Shuang had disappeared in an instant like a wisp of smoke. She muttered to herself, "This Fan is not with me all day; how can he be mature with such frivolity?" Shaking his head in distress, he returned to his own home.

As expected, Fan Shuang went from his room on the sixth floor to buy a dozen beers. In total, it only took him five minutes. Perhaps it was the result of him enjoying the happy occasion, or perhaps it was the result of his diligent training.

Sister was shocked, "Uncle, are you flying? So fast? "

Fan Shuang's face was full of smiles as he replied, "What is this? Although I am old, I am still in good health." 100 meters would only take about 12 seconds to sprint, which is already very slow. "

A'Sister pointed to the side of her mouth and said, "You are just bragging."

Fan Shuang felt that there were still some dried fruits and ice cream in the refrigerator. She instructed, "Let's go. Let's go to the balcony to have a look at the night scenery. It's so enjoyable to have drinks here."

"You really are one set. Then I'll be troubling you."

Fan Shuang gave a long smile, but did not seem to have any trouble at all. With a dozen beers, dried fruits, snacks, ice cream, and a whole bunch of other things in his arms, he walked towards the rooftop with difficulty.

In fact, it had been a long time since Fan Shuang had climbed up to take a look at the scenery. He was in a good mood and had always thought that this place was forbidden by Auntie Bao, so he was afraid that the tenants would go in and out of the place as they pleased, and since he had been the first to come in, he kept it closed all the time, turning it into a place to pile up sundries and dry clothes. When Fan Shuang was feeling depressed, he had secretly broken the locks while the tenants were at work during the day.

However, she didn't expect Sister to notice this place. She was puzzled, but she wasn't feeling well. Since she wanted to go somewhere to relax, she agreed.

The rooftop was originally his own blessed spot. If not for Auntie Bao's strict control, Fan Shuang would have admired himself for not being able to control this place from the start. So it was locked up, and Fan Shuang had long since pried it out, then used a clever method to conceal its authenticity from others.

Once they reached the rooftop, the scene in front of their eyes suddenly became clear. The night scenery of the entire flower capital seemed to enter their eyes, giving them a relaxed and comfortable feeling.

Tonight was a night filled with stars. In front of them were a myriad of scenes and flowers, and above them was a vast and sparkling starry sky. Even Fan Shuang, who was usually indifferent, would be overjoyed.

Fan Shuang put down the things and also sat down near her. As her buttocks touched the ground, she felt that it was boiling hot, and it seemed that after a day of sunlight, the remaining temperature had not yet receded. In order not to attract her attention, she stood up again and hurriedly explained, "I'll go back to my room to retrieve some things first, you can wait for a while."

Sister Hu was lost in her own thoughts, intentionally or unintentionally giving a "En". Fan Shuang felt that she had nothing to do, so she ran back to her room excitedly.

He had intended to find two larger magazines to deal with, but he felt that he was being too insincere and inattentive. Just as he was about to step out in disgrace, the cushions on the sofa caught his attention, and he reluctantly grabbed two and ran back to the rooftop.

When he returned to the balcony, his sister was still sitting there, lost in thought. She looked up at the stars, seemingly intoxicated by them, as if she was swimming in the endless sky.

Fan Shuang placed the mat on the ground and whispered, "Sit on the mat, it's hot on the floor."

His sister came back to her senses and looked at Fan Shuang. "Uncle, when you go back, you just have to grab a cushion. Aren't you afraid of getting dirty? Your hard work today went down the drain, and why did you buy a dozen beers? You want to drink me up and take advantage of me, right?" "Plotting against you!"

In order to dispel the impression she had of him in her heart, she hurriedly tried to explain, "I was afraid that you wouldn't be feeling well, so I took two cushions from the sofa. As for the beer, I didn't drink it, so you were happy to buy it tonight, so I didn't ask you to drink it. As for the rest, drink a little when you're bored, it's not that bad, right?"

For a decent person like him, he never put meat in the fridge, and rarely ate snacks. Even coffee was rarely drunk, and he had only bought snacks recently, so it was obvious that he was prepared. It didn't matter if his sister misunderstood him or mocked him, he was still a straightforward person.

Even at this point, he was still like a lump of wooden fish, causing one's heart to be full of scratches. However, he secretly rejoiced, because a person with a pure heart like Fan Shuang's was a rare sight, without a hint of scheming, and almost a fool.

Since Fan Shuang was taking good care of her, her sister had a difficult feeling. She did not expect Fan Shuang to give her such meticulous care and care, even if it were anyone else, they would be deeply moved.

Fan Shuang pulled open a beer ring for her and passed her a packet of chips. She didn't notice the tears on her sister's face, and if she saw them and started asking questions, she definitely wouldn't let him touch a drop of beer.