Feng Luxuan feels that her life is like a video recorder playing the same movie repeatedly. Every morning she gets up from bed and goes home to sleep in bed at night. Everything she does is exactly the same. The only difference is that she faces it in the morning. The size of the dark circles seen in the mirror is not the same. He got up, folded the quilt, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and then stared at his short, tousled hair in the mirror. Finally, he sprayed water and tugged, finally getting the disobedient hair in place. For a moment, Feng Luxuan felt that her hair was like her own character, and it was impossible to save it. She could only suppress it with violence. After finishing her hair, she even took her aunt’s isolation cream and patted it on her face. Biting his lip, looking at his red lips and white teeth in the mirror, he turned around to put on his clothes with satisfaction. A fat black shirt, some old light-colored jeans and a pair of sneakers are her daily standard. Then she went into the kitchen to make breakfast, put it on the table after finishing, grabbed a steamed bun, broke it, stuffed some pickles in it, and ran out the door all the way. Just the running back with short hair, at first glance, it looks like a teenager. Her name is Feng Luxuan. She is 19 years old and she has been fostered in her uncle's house since her parents divorced when she was a child. Although her parents would pay her monthly living expenses, Feng Luxuan, after all, affected the quality of life of her family, so she consciously took on all the housework of her uncle's house.
This life has been going on for several years. Long after Feng Luxuan left, the doors of other bedrooms opened one after another. A woman came out, her appearance was somewhat similar to that of Feng Luxuan, with a fashionable curl on her face, and her face was cold and arrogant. This was Feng Luxuan's cousin, Feng Ning. She yawned, sat down and looked at the simple congee and small dishes on the table.
frowned, stood up, carried the bag, and walked out.
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