Duan Min sat on the sofa in the living room with the plate of sweets, and was stunned for a while, only to realize that he had opened the door unexpectedly again, and inexplicably brought something in.
Of course, the more inexplicable one should be the woman.
When she first moved here and rang the doorbell for the first time, Duan Min wondered in a trance that she had heard it wrong, and his doorbell had never rang.
But the bell stopped for a moment, and then rang again, one after another, a bit of endless meaning.
He manipulated the puppet as the landlord to negotiate with the tenants who moved in. He once said that there were no people on the seventh floor, but now there are people living on the seventh floor, and they still live next to him.
It's not that he is afraid of noise, the sound insulation of the house is very good, but he hates the breath of living people, so he wants to make the person who rings the doorbell become a dead person.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw the young woman holding a box of gnawed egg tarts reverently as if offering sacrifices to his ancestors.
She was clearly shaking her hands in fear, but she smiled very sweetly.
The almond eyes are curved, and the lips are curved, bringing out a shallow pear vortex.
It looks harmless, is it really harmless? Or did that group of people find his trail and find someone to test him
It's always fun, no matter what she came for, since she was the first person to smile at him, he decided to let her live a few more days.
It's only a few days.
Living by the rules, the unchanging days will always be broken by a theorem, which is unexpected.
The woman whose hands trembled with fright that night should have left immediately, or should not appear in front of him, but she came again, holding a plate of spare ribs, still smiling sweetly.
Duan Min thought, this is the second time, if she dares to come to disturb him for the third time, no matter how she laughs, he will dismember her.
The third time, she came again, and she didn't even have any fear in her eyes. It seemed that she was used to this behavior of disturbing him.
He stared at her blankly, thinking about when to start. She only introduced the dishes in her hands, from the ingredients to the preparation steps, as well as the final taste. She spoke slowly and in detail, her voice soft and soft. .
She seems to be born to laugh, and even when she speaks, she will draw a shallow arc of laughter.
It was the first time Duan Min met such a stubborn and noisy person.
He didn't understand why she could say so much, let alone why she could disturb him every night at seven o'clock, rain or shine.
She knew that he wouldn't eat it, so she put a high stool next to the door on purpose to put dishes on it.
His body has been remodeled, and it's fine if he doesn't eat for ten days and a half. In fact, he hates eating, and the act of swallowing reminds him of the disgusting things he was forced to eat before.
But he would listen patiently to her before closing the door.
Duan Min thought that maybe it was because the room was too quiet that he was always attracted by her voice, so he could not kill her for the time being, but if he got sick and killed her uncontrollably, there was nothing he could do.
He would get sick from time to time, uncontrollable and difficult to restrain, so the people in this building became victims, and he simply turned them into puppets to control, in order to reduce the need to go out.
Just now, he fell ill again, all his consciousness turned into the urge to kill, his blood swelled, his eyes were blood red, and he didn't want to hear the breath of a living creature.
There was a delicate and warm touch from his hands, and the blood in front of him became lighter. He saw her smile clearly, and found that he was pinching her neck, and his palms unconsciously pulled back.
Because he thought, if she died, she would never laugh like that again.
Inexplicably, I feel a little pity.
With the last bit of reason to pull back, Duan Min let her go, thinking that she would be frightened by his appearance and flee, and would never dare to come again.
Unexpectedly, her courage was unexpected. Seeing him like that, she even dared to come and deliver food.
Is she not afraid of death, or is she not afraid of him
Duan Min lowered his eyes and looked at the dish of dessert in his hand that he didn't know what it was.
The colour is distinct, with a hint of cream and sweet strawberry flavours.
There was an orange post-it note on the plate, no words, just a smiley face.
Duan Min was silent for a moment, his expression was a little struggling, and finally he picked up a small porcelain spoon, scooped a spoonful of red jam, took a sip, and immediately frowned.
"Tsk, sweet."
Too sweet, too sweet.
He pursed his lips, put the dessert on the table, and pushed it far away.
Duan Min pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, snorted softly, lay back on the pure black sofa, pulled a pillow and hugged it in his arms, turning his back.
After more than ten minutes, he licked the corner of his lips and turned around, staring at the dessert on the other side of the table. After looking at it for a while, he threw away the pillow and sat up, leaning over and reaching out to bring it back.
He picked up the small porcelain spoon again, first picked out the broken strawberries on top and finished eating, then opened the red jam, and scooped a spoonful of what was milky white like jelly underneath.
"acid."
Duan Min was not very happy, and frowned again, the thing was warm, the taste was delicate and smooth, but it was too sour.
Geez, what the hell did she do.
He wanted to put the dessert back on the table again. Halfway through the action, he saw the smiling face on the orange post-it note. After a long pause, Duan Min picked up the spoon again and scooped the next layer of things. Dip some of the jam on top.
The flavors combine to become sweet and sour.
His brows were still wrinkled, but he kept moving, spoon after spoon, and kept eating.
Putting down the empty cup, Duan Min lay back on the sofa again, holding a pillow and lying on his side, his mouth was full of sweet and sour taste.
From the mouth to the esophagus, there is a feeling of being warmed for the first time.
Xu is because of the jam, his pale lips became a little more bloody after the disease.
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The next day, You Xu opened the door and saw the porcelain dishes and empty cups on the high stool.
"Ding" sounded in his mind, and the system said: "Congratulations to the host, the current villain's trust value is 5."
You Xu hummed, picked up the porcelain plate and empty cup and went back to wash.
From this day on, Duan Min would eat all the dishes that You Xu brought in at night, but there was no other progress. After more than a month, the system finally couldn't help urging: "Host, don't you think the progress bar is too much? Are you slow, why don't you do something else?"
You Xu said calmly, "You have to believe in science."
The system was puzzled: "What science?"
You Xu understood that stickman might have little common sense, so he explained seriously: "Make a habit in twenty-one days, understand?"
"..." The system panicked a little, "So you deliver food every day because you have developed a habit?"
Yuxu: It's hard to communicate, it's on the children's channel, and I'm on the adult channel.
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One of the most subtle changes is habit.
Duan Min, who originally said that he would only let You Duo live for a few days, has allowed her to bounce around safely for almost two months.
He has a terrible habit. When the sky in the evening is smudged into the dark night, and it is approaching seven o'clock in the evening, he will be involuntarily irritable, his mind will be hooked by something, and then he will not be able to do anything.
Her mind automatically guessed what dishes she brought today, what she would say, and how she would laugh.
There was a little bit of expectation in my heart, vaguely, but with an unusual sense of existence.
Such a habit is like the rising sea flooding the land, slowly and unobtrusively. When he noticed it, he realized that he had no place to stay, and he didn't know how to struggle.
Duan Min raised his eyes and saw the time display in the center of the living room—19:00
The time has come, he walked to the door, walked to the entrance and waited quietly, and when the doorbell rang, he opened the door again.
A few minutes passed, and the doorbell was as silent as his.
This door is made of special material, without cat's eyes, except to open the door, you can't see if there is anyone outside the door.
Duan Min squeezed the doorknob tightly, frowned impatiently, and waited another three minutes.
He turned back to the living room and saw that the time on the display was seven ten and she was late.
Forgot, or do not want to send it
People are really fickle.
Duan Min pursed his lips tightly, lay back on the sofa with drooping eyelids, and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, it was half past seven.
She hasn't come yet.
Duan Min sat up with his body propped up, an unfamiliar and inexplicable emotion made him dazed for a moment, followed by irritability.
Duan Min got up again and paced the living room, each step becoming more impatient, and pacing until eight o'clock, he couldn't help it at all.
This inexplicable emotion made him too dissatisfied, and he was going to cut off the source.
She can't live anymore, but he can make her a puppet with the longest shelf life.
Duan Min sullenly walked to the entrance and opened the door.
When I looked outside, it was fine and empty.
Duan Min raised his eyelids, the corners of his lips drooped, his chin closed slightly, and he pressed You Xu's doorbell with obvious anger.
The doorbell kept ringing, but no one came to open the door.
Duan Min's patience was completely wiped out, replaced by a fire that was blown three feet high by the wind, and he summoned the puppet downstairs to come up and smash the door.
Just then, the door was opened.
Duan Min had a bad expression, and was about to speak when she found that You Xu's face was even more ugly. Her complexion was pale, her lips were bloodless, but her cheeks were strangely flushed, and there was fine sweat on her forehead.
She held the door frame with both hands and said weakly, "Ah, here you are."
Duan Min frowned: "You are—"
Before he could finish speaking, the woman suddenly leaned forward and plunged into his arms.
Soft and warm body snuggled in his arms.
He froze.
The author has something to say: There are surprises when you open the door, and a big gift bag is embraced.
So if you have nothing to disturb the neighbor next door, you will never be beaten, you will only get a warm hug (×
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Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
1 bottle of small ball;
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