The empty warehouse is full of loneliness.

The bathroom is the smallest and crudest place in this warehouse.

But the tide is long and it just doesn’t want to come out of it.

Perhaps, only the narrowness of space can compress the loneliness deep in the soul.

The water just poured down the showerhead.

It flows through Chao's long face, carrying away the salty water droplets one after another.

He has an agreement with his father.

But can one word really settle it?

In this empty warehouse, the lonely tide grew long and roared wantonly, using up all its strength.

It has been so long, and now I think of venting. The reflex arc of the first heir is really long enough.

In the past eighteen years, he has become accustomed to not taking the world seriously.

This innate habit should have been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

But why is he so easily out of control now?

Do you want to shed all the tears that you didn’t shed as a child in the first few months of adulthood?

Is this the only way to truly emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly?

The water heater without a large capacity has already provided the last trace of warmth.

The cold water passed through the hair, across the face, and covered every part of the body.

In this cramped space where I could only stand on the squatting toilet to take a shower, I was exhausted by letting out my hoarse voice, draining all my strength, and almost sat down on my butt.

The bathroom is filled with water vapor.

Cold. Hot.

There is a small mirror on the bathroom door.

Because there is too much water mist, the mirror changes from clear to blurry, and then becomes clear after the mist becomes heavy and water drips directly.

Turn off the shower and place your hands on the wall.

I don't know how long it took before the tide turned.

Then, he saw himself in the mirror.

In two months, the originally three-dimensional face became more clear-cut, and some traces of time could be vaguely seen.

The face in the mirror made Chao Changchang feel a little strange.

He has always believed that the head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, and the hair can not be messed up. He has not had a haircut for three months.

The bangs, which had not been taken care of for a long time, hung directly down along with the moisture, covering one third of the entire face.

The whole person was extremely decadent, the handsomeness was gone, only the decadence and decadence were left.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Chao Chang asked himself in the mirror.

After venting, life continues.

The small bathroom in the warehouse didn't have a place to hang a bath towel, and even if there was one, Chao Chang didn't bring one.

It's a bit funny to say that the drastic change in living environment, the most unacceptable thing for Chao Changchang is not that the bathroom has become smaller, but that there is no row of white bath towels in the bathroom with the fragrance of Davidoff cold water. No matter how you use it, it will never be there.

There are new ones.

It can be regarded as the last willfulness, or the last persistence. Without the aroma and feel that I am used to, Chao Changchang directly gave up the existence of bath towels, which are not survival necessities, and invented the "patent" of natural drying.

From hair to body, as long as you are willing to shake off, there is nothing you can't do.

If you can’t continue to live your life freely, why don’t you let the water droplets on your head scatter freely?

Halfway through the swing, the tide came out of the bathroom.

As soon as I stepped out with one foot, I heard someone knocking on the door.

There was a loud knock on the door, and there was a hint of urgency in the pleasant voice: "Are you in there? If you don't open the door, I will use the password to get in."

Chao Changchang was so frightened that he retreated back to the bathroom, opened a crack in the door and shouted loudly: "Yes, wait a moment, we will open the door for you right away. Wait a moment, wait a moment."

He said "Wait a minute" three times in a row, and never dared to go out without hearing an answer.

"I know." The girl's voice was a little cold and a little reassuring.

Chao Changchang put on his clothes at the same speed as a rocket.

The hair that has not been completely dried is hanging on the forehead.

A drop of water slipped from the tip of his hair. Chao Changchang didn't bother to wipe it, and opened the door of the dormitory.

There was a girl standing outside the door, holding a large washbasin in her hand.

Brown plastic basin, not high-end at all

There are a bunch of toiletries inside, toothbrushes, toothpaste, towels, etc.

They are all brands that Chao Changchang has never used and have never seen before.

Chao Chang made way for people to enter the house.

But the girl only looked up and had no intention of coming in.

The girl lowered her head and dug around in the basin twice, found a rubber band tied to something unknown, and handed it to Chao Chang's hand.

Chao Changchang was confused and looked blankly at the rubber band in his hand.

This kind of thing only used by girls, no matter how you look at it, has absolutely nothing to do with him.

The girl pointed at his hair: "Would it stop dripping if tied up?"

Chao Changchang, who was still in the mist, subconsciously smoothed his hair and tied up the first "sky braid" in his eighteen years of life.

This costume is quite funny.

Fortunately, Chao Changchang didn't see it himself.

He took a step back again and made a way.

The girl still didn't come in, she just handed the entire basin in front of Chao Changchang: "You came late today, so you must not have received the daily necessities from the warehouse, so I brought them to you conveniently."

"There is a small cafeteria over there in Warehouse No. 1. You arrived too late today and it's past the meal time. You can go to the cafeteria to eat starting tomorrow morning." Without the washbasin, the girl still had a five-pack in her hand.

The package of Master Kong beef noodles, "You can cook instant noodles, right? If you are hungry, eat this first today."

The girl just walked away, walking a little hastily, and her back looked like she was running away or on her way.

The moment Chao Chang opened the door, the girl's eyes were filled with eagerness and uneasiness that she hadn't fully recovered in time.

It's a very brief moment, and if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

Chao Changchang happened to see it, and his current sensitivity was not like himself at all.

Why do you have that expression?

After struggling with this issue for a while, Chao Changchang suddenly thought of a more important question - how is the sound insulation of this warehouse?

Can people standing outside hear the roar inside the bathroom?
Chapter completed!