"Well, that house is yours." Mrs. Zhang—named Zhang Meizhen—although she was very dissatisfied with Gan Qing's gender, but since she was already found by her nephew, she probably wouldn't be able to shoot it out directly, so let her in. house.
Because the north side of this building is a corridor, all bedrooms face south. Although it is the second bedroom, the space is not cramped. The windows are bright and clean. When you look down, you can see the rows of old locust trees in the south courtyard. The curtains should have just been changed and washed, and they smell of warm detergent. There is a pot of lush glass begonias in the corner. , Red is unscrupulous.
When Gan Qing walked into Courtyard No. 110, she made a retreat once.
Unfortunately, she ran into Yu Lanchuan and Uncle Yang in the elevator, and she retreated again.
At 1003, she found that Mrs. Zhang didn't like her very much. In fact, she had already made up her mind, not to be annoying here, just sit for a while and leave.
As for the place to live, she has also thought about it. She can go to Boss Meng to borrow a few plastic stools, put it together, and sleep in the shop first. She doesn't have the legendary "hanging rope and lying on the beam" ability, but the plastic bench probably won't kill her.
All the psychological construction collapsed in front of this room.
Not to mention Xiangyang, she hadn't seen a house with windows for a long time.
The small building is deep in the courtyard. The lush plants in the courtyard isolate the noise from the road. The car horn is as far away as the tip of a needle. Standing by the window, with Gan Qing's ear, you can even hear the small clock in the living room. "Tick" sound, almost luxuriously quiet.
Came in and took a look, Gan Qing decided to go out, shameless.
Zhang Meizhen leaned against the door, fluttered her long hair, and asked her, "You don't have any bad habits, do you?"
The shameless Gan Qing replied immediately: "No, I definitely go to bed early and get up early, with regular work and rest, and I go to bed when I come back from get off work in the evening. The lights out time should not exceed 10:30. I must get up before 6:00 in the morning, so I can prepare breakfast for you. I don’t watch TV, my phone is muted, I won’t bring guests, and there are couriers to send them to the store. Although there is no cleanliness, I can collect garbage at any time, wipe the table at any time, wash my face and wash the sink, and my hair will never block the sewer. , you can tell me anything else you need me to do."
After listening to Zhang Meizhen, she was speechless for a while: "How many years have you been a monk?"
Gan Qing didn't feel like complimenting her, so she didn't dare to take it rashly, so she could only smile.
"I don't eat breakfast, you don't have to worry about me, don't look for me before ten o'clock," Zhang Meizhen waved her hand, "sometimes go out to play at night, come back late, I will bring the keys myself, you don't need to leave the door - but in case you drink If there is too much, there may be some movement, you are not nervous, are you?"
Gan Qing digested the old lady's words and quickly shook her head in awe.
"That's good." Zhang Meizhen rolled her eyes at the ceiling and had nothing to say to her, so she said to Gan Qing, "Amitabha."
These days, old people are going crazy, and young people are tremblingly searching for medical insurance.
Cheeky, Gan Qing stayed in Xinwo.
It's so comfortable here. There is no roommate who is in a hurry to smash the door outside when taking a shower. The double bed can not only stretch out your feet, but also roll back and forth. There was no non-stop sound of water in the bathroom all night, and no one kept going in and out with slippers. It was so quiet that she was not used to it. She had a little insomnia on the first day, so she put on her clothes and went to the window to dry. moon.
Ms. Zhang Meizhen hasn't come back yet, so it's not like going out today - she went to the next door.
The next door will be brightly lit, and many people will be there. People from Courtyard 110, who have come from far away, cannot sit in the room, so they crowded in the corridor, waiting to line up to go in, and give old man Yu Huaide a stick of incense.
When Gan Qing was young, she once met the old man and remembered that he was very kind. He always laughed before saying a word. He had a high level of seniority and had a good swordsmanship. People came to him to mediate anything. There was a party where everyone drank too much. He started booing and said that he wanted to kowtow to the old man and worship him as the leader of the alliance. Of course Elder Yu refused to accept it, but from then on, "Mr. Yu" called out.
With the window open, Gan Qing could hear the southern-north-tuned voices next door. The voices of the people were very low and solemn, not noisy at all, and then someone played "Farewell" on the harmonica.
The thin and melodious sound of the harmonica stirs up the midsummer night, walking harmlessly in tune.
She listened carefully, a little lost.
Ask you when you will come here, don't linger when you come.
The plush dog given by the owl's roommate sat on the windowsill with its tongue sticking out, with a puppy tag hanging on her chest. Earlier, Gan Qing was anxiously looking for a house, but she didn't pay attention to it. Later, she realized that there was still a dog tag on it. A line of words is the crooked baby body of the owl roommate.
Gan Qing turned over the dog tag and saw that it was written: What will your life be based on
I don't know if this is a parting speech, or if the owl roommate just wrote it for fun. After reading it, Gan Qing smiled and got back into the quilt and closed his eyes.
Boss Meng is right, even the No. 110 Courtyard is not the same as before.
Except for the night of farewell to old man Yu Huaide, a lot of people came, this place is no different from an ordinary residential area. When I go out every day, most of the people I meet are office workers and elementary school students who go out to cram schools, as well as untidy uncles and aunts walking their dogs, exercising, and babbling in the courtyard.
Ms. Zhang Meizhen, who was not very satisfied when they first met, has always been at peace with her - mainly because the two of them couldn't meet.
When Gan Qing went to work in the morning, the old man hadn't woken up yet. In the evening, Gan Qing had already woken up, and the old man hadn't come back yet. She lived in the East Eighth District, and there seemed to be a time difference between the Pacific Ocean.
Gan Qing lived here for a short month, and Zhang Meizhen said to her the most is "collect the express for me".
In addition to express delivery, Uncle Yang's granddaughter occasionally comes to deliver things.
Uncle Yang's granddaughter is the one they met in the elevator, called Yang Yifan. It is said that she owns a company and is a flamboyant female boss. Gan Qing still doesn't understand what the company does, because the gossip of the uncles and aunts doesn't discuss careers, and they usually talk about "that crazy girl from the old Yang family, she's in her thirties, and she doesn't have a target. If you are messing around outside, if you don't care about it, I will be worried when I see her."
Every time Yang Yifan was sent by her grandfather, her nose was not her nose and her eyes were not eyes. When Mrs. Zhang was at home, she put down her things and rolled her eyes. When Mrs. Zhang was not at home, she dragged Gan Qing into a long speech. To ridicule Ms. Zhang Meizhen from head to toe.
After seeing off Old Man Yu, the door next door was locked, and the young talent from the Yu family never came back.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Ning's short summer slid by in a hurry. After two rains fell, it would get cold sooner or later, and the autumn mood was revealed.
The students were frowning and preparing to start school. The social animals were also slapped by the upcoming third quarter and shivered under the murderous intention of the KPI above their heads.
Yu Lanchuan took a week off in order to take care of his grandfather's funeral. When he came back, he was turned into a spinning top, and the house leaked even if it rained overnight. The company's risk control director, Yu Lanchuan's immediate boss — I had a cerebral infarction on the way to the tea room to get the candy. I was only in my early 40s, and I was pulled away by an ambulance.
Rabbits die and foxes are sad, and things hurt their species. The overtime dogs clutched the stomachs of the "three highs", all seemed to see their own fate, and they were gloomy and gloomy for a while. More than half of the internal affairs of the department were on Yu Lanchuan, making him dazed, so he started practicing the "Seven Jue Sword" every morning, and changed it to once in the morning and evening, and worked hard - no way, I want to live to the end. Retirement is impossible without hard work.
In this case, Yu Lanchuan forgot his brother's birthday, so he couldn't be too harsh.
August 30th was Liu Zhongqi's sixteenth birthday. A week in advance, he began to look forward to it. His parents had told him before he left. The elder brother was under a lot of pressure, and he was not allowed to ask him for this or that. Liu Zhongqi didn't want any gifts either, so he hoped that his eldest brother would come back soon and accompany him to eat a bowl of noodles... It's okay to cook instant noodles.
On the calendar in the living room, he circled this day. For fear that Yu Lanchuan might not see it, he deliberately got up early that morning, and asked at the dining table, "Brother, are you still working overtime this Sunday?"
Yu Lanchuan said "um" without raising his head.
"Then can you come back earlier? Can you come back for dinner?"
Yu Lanchuan held chopsticks in his right hand and replied to WeChat in his left hand. The two lines were parallel, and he was very busy. He didn't understand what he said at all.
Birthdays during winter and summer vacations are not as lively as they are in school, especially when school is approaching, everyone is crazy about making up homework, and they are not in the mood to care about other things. Throughout the day, only a few classmates who usually played well sent him messages, and his parents in a foreign country sent him e-cards, and it took several days for the gifts to arrive.
Liu Zhongqi went out to buy a cake by himself, and at eight o'clock in the evening, Yu Lanchuan had no intention of coming back. He tried to make a phone call, the line was busy, and he sent a message, but the other party didn't reply.
Call again at nine, and the line is still busy.
At ten o'clock... I finally got through this time. The other end of the phone was very noisy. Yu Lanchuan didn't know who he was talking to: "... As far as I know, this is not the case. Where did you get this market price? I hope everyone is more strict, okay?"
Then he seemed to cover his phone, kept his voice low, and said quickly: "You can order takeout yourself, go to bed early, my brother is too busy here, go back and talk about something, darling."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Five seconds later, the phone vibrated again. Liu Zhongqi opened WeChat with hope, expecting to see a "Happy Birthday", and received a red envelope.
The message is the default "Gong Xi Fa Cai, great luck".
Liu Zhongqi sat alone at the dining table for a long time, cut a piece of cake and ate it silently, then he picked up his schoolbag, took two pieces of laundry, and decided to run away from home.
At this o'clock, Gan Qing was about to fall asleep and was about to turn off the lights when the phone vibrated. There was a friend request, and the note was "Star Dream Customer".
She felt that these customers who didn't sleep at night and couldn't afford in the morning were a bit annoying, but after all, customers were gods. She hesitated and passed.
The avatar of "God" is a British rock star, whose name is "Zhong Bu Qi", and soon sent a message: "You said that the first three consultations are free."
Just know that.
Gan Qing sighed and retreated into the bed, thinking about how to send off the annoying guests.
"God" said again: "I'm at the door of Xingzhimeng, is your store closed?"
Gan Qing yawned and replied, "Business hours are from ten in the morning to eight in the evening, dear."
"Oh," God "is typing" for a while, then asked nonchalantly, "Can you work overtime?"
Gan Qing: "..."
"God" said, "Don't all adults work overtime?"
"My job is to gain insight into the trajectories of stars and the subtle aura of the universe, dear," Gan Qing began to talk nonsense, "The universe is moving all the time, time is a very important parameter, you can only appreciate it at the right time. To the secret of fate. Forgive me, dear."
"God" made her kiss silently.
Gan Qing breathed a sigh of relief and fell back to sleep.
The next morning, Gan Qing walked to Xingzhimeng to go to work as usual, stretched a long lazy waist, she was about to open the lock, and suddenly stopped.
A piece of her business card dropped from the door of Xingzhimeng, and it was crumpled. On the small white stone steps next to it, there was a mark that people grabbed with five fingers—