My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

Just then, a flashlight beam shone through, and we heard a voice from outside, "Who's there?"

Steve couldn't help rolling his eyes. I burst into laughter in the passenger seat, and Steve reached over and playfully tapped

my forehead. He rolled down the car window and politely replied, "We came from the county town for a trip, and our car broke down here."

I finally got a clear look at

the person; he was an elderly man in his sixties, with weathered lines carved into his face by the elements. He held an umbrella and, braving the wind and rain, walked over to our car.

"Car trouble? With such heavy rain, it's dangerous for you to stay here. My home is just up ahead. How about you two come to my place for the night?" he suggested.

Steve turned

to me for my opinion, and after carefully examining the elderly man's face, I hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Steve took out the only umbrella in the car, which covered mostly my head. He embraced me and wrapped me tightly in his coat to make sure I stayed dry. Only then did he follow the elderly man his home. toward

"Here, the weather changes rapidly. People always carry umbrellas when they go

out during the day, and it's best not to go out at night," the elderly man explained as he led the way.

No wonder, when we had arrived, the sky was clear, but in no time, it started pouring rain.

When we reached the elderly man's house, his wife warmly welcomed us, and the elderly couple happily hosted the two of us for the night.

"You two have a seat; I'll go find some clean clothes for this young man. It's pouring rain, and wearing wet clothes can lead to catching a cold," the elderly lady said and then went inside.

The elderly man's home was modest and visibly humble, with a small, run-

down house and perhaps the only pieces of furniture being the table and chairs in the middle of the room.

Steve paid no attention to the surroundings and pulled me to sit down. "Let me check if you got wet," he said.noveldrama

My clothes were relatively fine, but my pants and shoes were wet. On the other hand, Steve was dripping wet from head to toe. Looking at this drenched man, I suddenly felt that he was the one I had been wait "Young man, I found some of my son's clothes for

you They're new and haven't been wo

worn yet;

I've already washed them, so they're clean," the elderly lady said as she came out with a few pieces of clothing and handed them to Steve.

Steve accepted them graciously and said, "Thank you, Madam. I'll go change right away."

The elderly lady also found me a pair of her pants and a new pair of slippers for me to change into. After Steve changed his clothes and came out, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

His sleeves and pants were too short, revealing a bit of his wrists and ankles, making him look like an adult wearing children's clothes. Steve playfully poked my cheek and said, "No laughing allowed."

The elderly lady watched us with a smile, but her face soon clouded with a layer of sadness.

Steve, being perceptive, noticed it and stopped our playfulness.

"You both must be hungry. Honey, see if there's anything we can offer these young folks to eat. I brought some oranges; you can have a taste," the elderly man said as he entered from outside, carrying a tray w I quickly stopped the elderly lady, saying, "No need, Madam. We had dinner not too long ago in town, so we're not hungry. Please take a rest."

Steve complimented, "Sir, the oranges here taste really good."

"That's right!” the elderly man replied enthusiastically. "We grow oranges in our county, and this season's oranges are the best. Every household here cultivates them.”