A little closer, Pu Tao returned home.
In fact, it is not a home, but it is an apartment she rents in Rongcheng. She is not alone in the apartment, but also lives in another girl who is her shared roommate.
In order to catch up with the work, Pu Tao worked overtime for three consecutive days.
Putting on slippers, the woman's limbs and bones are as heavy as a weight, but the abdomen is a lonely city suffering from famine.
Pu Tao picked up her canvas shoes and was about to put them on the shoe rack when her hand hovered in the air.
The roommate's shoes were placed in a row, occupying the entire row of shoe racks without any rules, and she paused for a while, then spaced them apart to make room for her own.
Unscrewing the bedroom door, Pu Tao hung up the bag, took out the milk pot, and went straight to the kitchen, intending to eat a bowl of noodles to satisfy his hunger.
Stepping through the sliding door, the peach blossoms swarmed.
In the field of vision, there is a pool of messy pots and pans, stacked at random.
Pu Tao's chest rose and fell for a long time.
Boom, she put the milk pan on the sink beside her, walked over, and stood silently by the pool for a while.
She turned on the faucet, the water gushed out, and the red and yellow oil stains floated to the surface.
Pu Tao was exhausted physically and mentally, and was suddenly stabbed in the eyes by this picture.
The filthy and greasy feeling covered her, and she seemed to be drowning in the vegetable sink.
For a time, the nausea was extremely, Pu Taoqiang resisted the tumultuous desire to nausea, turned on the tap, turned around and walked straight to the other bedroom.
She began to slam the closed door hard, and the wooden door slammed.
She didn't care at all about turning herself into an unscrupulous late-night robber.
I don't know how many times I knocked, and Pu Tao's palm was numb.
In the door, like the tomb, there are "dead people" who can't speak.
And the next day, she will come back to life, living like a zombie, and continue to torment her with the pervasive mold virus.
The third time.
There were only three things, and a thought was confirmed in Pu Tao's heart.
She knocked not on the door, but on the coffin board. How to scream, all you can call is your own echo.
The first time, the roommate's toilet was not flushed. She asked on WeChat, but the other party ignored it. Later, Pu Tao called, but her roommate still didn't answer. In the end, she happened to meet at the entrance, and Pu Tao had a chance to talk. As a result, the girl said lightly, oh, I Did not notice.
Similar things happened a few times after that. The roommate still came and went without a trace, except that the excretion was as low-intelligence as a wild dog and pretended to be blind.
The second time, it was Pu Tao who wanted to use the washing machine to wash the sheets and quilts, and when he lifted the lid, he saw the clothes that the roommates had kept for a long time and forgot to dry.
Pu Tao went to her, she still used her technical deafness methods to perfection, hid in the house and pretended to be dead, and when Pu Tao returned to her room, she went to the bathroom, turned on the washing machine and cleaned the few lumps of almost moldy "methods" stick".
Pu Tao collapsed.
Sharing a lease really depends on luck, and there is no guarantee that you will not encounter any strange things.
The most unfortunate thing is the double kill, even if the roommate has a problem, and when she encounters a landlord who just wants to be the boss, she can't get any feedback on her report.
Pu Tao thought to herself, once the three months arrive, she must get out of this ghost place, the farther the better.
Pu Tao completely lost her appetite, took the milk pot back to her room, and slumped back to the bed - her pure land, her dreamland embroidered with little daisies.
After closing her eyes for a while, her negative emotions were relieved. Pu Tao turned over, took out her mobile phone from the back pocket of her jeans, and sent WeChat to her best friend.
She knew that she must not have slept, so she randomly chose an emoji to start the scene.
Girlfriend replied: just went home
Pu Tao typing: What do you say
Her best friend's name is Xin Tian, and her parents named her to be "sweet after bitterness", but she is always proud to call herself "sweetheart".
Pu Tao said: I'm about to be mad at my roommate, am I going to be promoted
Xin Tian said: Maybe, there is still a month, just stick to it. come on! Pu Xiaokui!
Not paying attention to her play tricks, Pu Tao asked: What are you doing, grinding lessons
Xin Tian: Whoever grinds the class so late, I'm working on it later.
Pu Tao: Radio drama
Xin Tian: Yes, I am stupid.
Xintian's main business is a language teacher in an educational institution. Usually, the piles of bear children are big enough for her head. The most terrifying thing is that even if her emotions are exhausted, she can squeeze out gentleness and patience from the almost dry sponge to generate electricity for love. , this love is her radio drama career.
Pu Tao: Can't you do it
Xin Tian: Don't do it after finishing this ticket.
Her words were tantamount to "the wolf is coming," and Bush had heard it a million times.
Pu Tao: I vomited.
Xin Tianhui: What can I do, the radio drama is my life/life/light/light, the fire of my desire.
When it comes to hobbies, she becomes chattering: Do you want to listen to it? The voice of the male lead CV I'm doing now is amazing, how can the sense of drama be so good, how can the tone be so affectionate, how can the laugh be so soothing , you can go to dub the film and television drama.
She turned into a third-rate writer and abused a lot of comparisons.
But Pu Tao doesn't appreciate it: it's free.
She doesn't have that temper, and doesn't even like to read novels. Every day she faces those red, red, blue, and blue lines and grids that make her eyesight fatigue and glaucoma at an early age, not to mention listening to radio dramas adapted from novels.
Xin Tian was disappointed and said: This is your loss.
Pu Tao changed from lying on the left to lying on the right: If you have that spare time, it is better to meet a handsome guy and make up a love with his voice, tsk, I can't.
Xin Tian: Then you should meet the handsome guy.
Pu Tao was stunned by her: How do you know? Our company is full of monsters and monsters.
Xin Tianxiao: Then what are you? Vixen, Pansidong
Pu Taohui: I think you are complimenting me for the time being.
She asked again: Do you have any good ones
Xin Tian: Do you want to run around all over the place? Some are still fair and handsome, and they are potential stocks. It will be good to wait for 20 years.
Pu Tao was speechless.
Xin Tian no longer replied.
This is the way to make friends, chat can be started at any time, and can be ended at any time without any scruples.
After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, Pu Tao poured a glass of water, ready to pour some liquid into his empty stomach.
She switched back to WeChat and wanted to see if Xin Tian had spoken again, but found that she didn't say a word, only sent an audio file, not big, just a few megabytes.
File name: good night good night.mp4.
It was sent twelve minutes ago.
Pu Tao: What
After waiting for a minute, there was no response in the chat box. She estimated that her best friend had fallen asleep in seconds.
Pu Tao almost invisibly bent her lower lip, raised the tall water glass to her lips, put on the earphone with the other hand, left and right, and only after doing this did she turn on the audio.
"Why don't you sleep? I won't call you tomorrow."
A clear and deep voice came out of nowhere, straight to the bottom of her ear, with a smile on her face.
Pu Tao suddenly froze, and even the action of putting the cup was slow.
How can there be such a sound.
So natural, so just right, not deliberately, it is spring flowers in full bloom, summer wind blows the forest, autumn raindrops form a curtain, winter snow trickles, the silk is slightly surging, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are smooth, which will make people feel in one second To the silent indulgence of moisturizing things, and the heart trembles for this kind of indulgence.
Forgive her for not being able to describe it with more adjectives for a while, she was in a turmoil.
It is also like being shot, Pu Tao can't move, the chest is hard to control, and the roar is roaring.
as if…
The owner of the voice was lying with her, encircling her in his arms, whispering in her ear, surrounded by his temperature and breath.
They are close lovers, inseparable, all year round.
Pu Tao's face is red.
In an instant, she understood what Xin Tian said to her—
Voice control is the underlying gene of everyone, it quietly dormant until...
Until you meet that voice that lights you up.
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