The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 18

Wutong Street is a street that goes around the university town. It is not located in a prosperous area. There are occasional power outages, but they usually don't last more than ten minutes.

He Nian turned on the light on his mobile phone and sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt. Seeing that there had been no incoming call for half an hour, the mobile phone started to prompt that the battery was low.

There was a sudden flash of lightning, illuminating the room brightly, and the strong wind whipped the rain hard against the window.

He heard the vegetables on the balcony being blown to the ground by the wind, the sound of broken glass, and the muffled impact of the wooden frame falling on the door. Without looking, the rooftop must be in a mess.

Looking at the last 5% of the battery, in this urgent moment, the first person I thought of during the Lunar New Year was Mr. Chu. The only person who had any contact with him seemed to be Mr. Chu.

Even if it's over the phone, it's good to have a word with him.

But there was no reason for him to make this call at two o'clock in the morning.

He stared at the number and hesitated for a long time, and suddenly found that there was no signal on the phone at all.

The moment the lights went out, deep panic welled up in He Nian's heart. He hid under the quilt, curled up with his knees in his arms, his head buried in his arms, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Bear with it a little longer.

Just wait until daybreak.

You can't always be afraid of the dark. Maybe next time you won't be so afraid.

In the darkness, every minute seemed extra long. After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to hear movement at the door, as if someone was moving something.

He Nian suddenly felt a chill down his back and his heart was in his throat.

"Bang bang bang."

"Hello, are you there? Open the door!"

"Xiao Nian?"

"Yes, I'm here!" Hearing the familiar voice, He Nian's heartbeat was so fast that he didn't even bother to put on his shoes. He jumped out of bed barefoot and approached the door in the dark. In the process, he bumped into the corner of the table, which was so painful that he almost burst into tears. .

The rain continues outside.

Chu Xijin was still mostly wet even though he was holding an umbrella. Looking at the man in He Nian, he was filled with surprises and couldn't describe his complicated emotions, almost crying:

"Sir! Why are you here? Come in quickly..."

The umbrella accumulated a layer of water on the floor. Chu Xijin took off his soaked coat and breathed a sigh of relief to see that He Nian was fine. He brought a small desk lamp and placed it on the coffee table, lighting up almost the entire room.

"You haven't been able to get through on the phone. I'm worried, so I came over to have a look."

He Nian's eyes were faintly hot, and a warm current seemed to be injected into his heart, especially when he heard his husband say he was worried, come and have a look, and then he spoke, with a trace of grievance hidden in his tone:

"My phone is out of battery and turned off. I've never had a power outage like this before. I don't know..."

He knelt down on the side of the sofa with a towel, unfolded the towel and pressed it on Chu Xijin's wet hair, gently pressing the wet hair. When the hair was almost dry, he ran into the kitchen and brewed a cup of ginger. Tea.