Yu Zhile joined the army of the unemployed together with 30% of his classmates on the day he graduated from university.
The rental house was dimly lit and the space was cramped. Yu Zhile didn't turn on the lights to save electricity. Surrounded by shadows coming from all directions, she was lying on the bare mattress, facing the walls that were gray from age. Peeling ceiling thinking about life.
I only had 10,000 yuan sponsored by my parents, and most of them went after paying the rent and deposit. Most of the resumes I sent out went to nothing, and there was no news from the interview I attended two days ago.
She turned over and smelled a musty smell that belonged to an old house.
Since he has not found a job, and there is no rental location for commuting, Yu Zhile, who is financially tight, naturally chooses where it is cheaper. She rented a long-term residential area. The location was remote and not in the school district. The active residents were basically retired old people, but the security was not bad. Of course, the most important thing was the low rent.
It's just that the price is often not linked to Wumei. Although he was mentally prepared, Yu Zhile sighed softly.
He didn't know when the sun had completely set, but Yu Zhile still didn't turn on the lights. He dragged his slippers into the dark and went to the kitchen where it was difficult to turn around. He made cup noodles with a gleam of light on the corridor outside, and waited in the dark with a fork in his mouth. Arriving at the aroma of the cup noodles, I couldn't hold back and began to fantasize about the satisfaction of the hot instant noodles burning my lips, and Yu Zhile's belly full of sorrow was thrown into the clouds in an instant.
With a tile on the head and cup noodles to eat, life is not too bad.
Yu Zhile is such a person who has no pursuit.
"Ding-dong-", the doorbell rang suddenly.
Yu Zhile couldn't think of anyone who would visit her at this time and at this place. She estimated that it would take a few minutes to eat the cup noodles, so she put down the plastic fork, rubbed it against the door, and looked at the cat's eye.
A kind-faced but unfamiliar young man stood at the door.
Yu Zhile asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Hearing the voice behind the door, the young man immediately said with a smile, "Hello, is this Miss Yu Zhile?"
Yu Zhile listened to him say her name, and her vigilance increased instead of falling. Several suspects who might have leaked her personal information suddenly appeared in her mind, and the young man outside was upgraded from selling insurance to a murderer who robbed and murdered. "Click" the door was locked.
The young man's expression froze when he heard the movement. He didn't seem to expect Yu Zhile's vigilance to be so strong. He looked behind him and said, "Don't get me wrong, I used to be a resident here, because of the current living environment. I took the liberty to disturb me when I was doing research, I just wanted to ask a few simple questions, please."
Seeing that he was sincere, Yu Zhile turned on the light in the entrance, and then hesitantly opened the wooden door, but the old-fashioned anti-theft iron door outside still did not open, so he said through the anti-theft door: "Ask."
The young man was relieved to see that she was finally willing to reveal his true face, but the moment he saw Yu Zhile, his expression changed a bit, he was a little surprised, and he didn't speak for a long time.
"Are you Yu Zhile?" After a while, the young man asked with a puzzled face.
Yu Zhile was baffled by his attitude, nodded and said nothing.
The young man looked back again, and Yu Zhile followed his line of sight to see another man standing at the entrance of the stairs.
The lights in the corridor were voice-activated. Yu Zhile's door was kept dimly lit because the young man stomped his feet from time to time. The man at the entrance of the stairs kept silent, and naturally remained hidden in the darkness, only a rough outline could be seen.
The first word that popped into Yu Zhile's mind was "accomplice". Just as he was about to close the door, he heard a young man ask, "Are you twenty years old?"
Yu Zhile frowned, not wanting to talk nonsense with him anymore.
"Do you have a sister or aunt who looks a lot like you? About thirty years old..."
Yu Zhile pulled the door swiftly, and in the moment before the door closed, his eyes involuntarily fell on the man at the entrance of the stairs.
He wears a well-fitting suit and outlines a good figure with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His shoulders are straight and wide. He leans against the handrail of the stairs, bows his head slightly, puts his hands in his trouser pockets, and exudes an elite aura. It doesn't fit in with the old residential buildings, as if it's just waiting for someone, and doesn't really care about the situation on Yu Zhile's side.
But when Yu Zhile looked at him, he suddenly raised his head and looked over, staring straight at Yu Zhile with a pair of black eyes, so shocked that her heart skipped a beat.
After closing the door, Yu Zhile leaned her back against the door for a long time before she could settle down. Those eyes that were as bright as stars in the dark contained emotions that were too turbulent and strong. Yu Zhile didn't know how to describe it, and she couldn't figure out when she had provoked her. Such two people.
The two outside were talking at the stairs for a while, but they were far away from each other across the door, and Yu Zhile couldn't hear their conversation clearly. Lying on the door panel and listening for a while, the two seemed to have already left. Yu Zhile opened a crack in the door and took a look. Sure enough, the corridor was empty.
Yu Zhile just moved in, many daily necessities at home were not arranged properly, and she was worried about finding a job. Those two people didn't show up again. This evening episode was quickly forgotten by her.
After another day of hard work and nothing, Yu Zhile got off the bus and walked back with heavy steps. As soon as she entered the community, the smell of soot from home-cooked food that permeated every corner even touched her homesickness. Her eyes turned red without warning, but she still held back her tears.
"Xiaoyu is off work." Uncle Wang, who brought his own folding chair and sat on the edge of the road, greeted Yu Zhile with a smile.
Uncle Wang is a resident on the first floor of Yu Zhile's building. He is about 80 years old and suffers from Alzheimer's disease, but it is strange that he quickly remembers Yu Zhile. Every day he is brought out by the nanny, he will take the initiative to greet her when he sees her in the sun.
At this time, his live-in nanny was probably cooking, and released Uncle Wang to chat with other old men and women. But what was strange was that a tall young man stood among the old people, with his back to Yu Zhile and chatting with the old people.
Yu Zhile felt that this person's back was familiar, but he didn't think much about it, and smiled and said hello to Uncle Wang.
Uncle Wang beckoned to her, smiling until his teeth could not see his eyes, "Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, come here, your brother is here."
Yu Zhile couldn't figure out the situation, where did she get her brother
The young man turned around at this moment, still the intense gaze that almost pierced Yu Zhile's flesh like a hook, and she immediately remembered why he felt familiar.
But just for a moment, the young man covered the sharpness in his eyes again, and his whole person revealed a gentle and polite temperament. He was not impatient with the old people around him, and the smile in his eyes was also sincere and kind.
Yu Zhile was shocked and didn't dare to look at the young man again. He answered vaguely, his pace remained the same, but after getting out of the eyes of the old people, he kept increasing the frequency of the two-stroke replacement, and fled to the building as if flying. .
The young man was still talking to Uncle Wang, but the corner of his eye had never left Yu Zhile. Seeing her almost trotting, his eyes narrowed, and he gestured with the old people with a smile, and also took steps to catch up.
Yu Zhile didn't dare to look back, but when he heard the strong footsteps behind him, it was definitely not from the old man. She was in a panic for a while, and stepped on the black high heels to climb the stairs, and when she climbed to the second floor, she was stunned, and her hands were covered with dust, but she didn't dare to stop for a second, gritted her teeth and continued to go up. Walk.
When Yu Zhile entered the building, he closed the outermost iron door. The young man pulled it but did not open it, but immediately took out the key from his pocket and opened the iron door, but at this time Yu Zhile was out of his sight. Good hunch, I rushed up in three steps at a time, but not to mention the stairs, not even the third floor corridor where Yu Zhile rented her.
He felt his heart begin to ache, and he reached out to ring the doorbell, but stopped just as he was about to touch it.
He was scared, so scared that he didn't even have the courage to press that button lightly.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Yu Zihuan pressed the doorbell hard, but it wasn't enough.
No sound.
Except for Yu Zihuan's own beating heartbeat, the entire corridor was eerily silent, and there was no disturbance behind the door.
No one came to open the door, not even the sound of carefully pretending not to be home, but lying on the door eavesdropping.
Yu Zihuan's heart suddenly calmed down. He lowered his eyes and took out the key he borrowed from He Liang, first opened the security door, and then opened the wooden door inside. The whole process was unbelievably calm.
After entering the house, his eyes swept over all kinds of sundries, and after inspecting all the rooms, Yu Zihuan stood in the center of the living room in a daze, the memory of being abandoned eight years ago came flooding back, overwhelming anger , incomprehension and sadness roared in his chest, but he had already lost the strength to vent after all these years of waiting and searching.
When the phone rang, he didn't even look at who was calling, and answered mechanically, "Hello."
"How's it going? Is she the person you're looking for?" Nie Hong's excited voice poured into Yu Zihuan's ears. Usually, he would have held the phone away in disgust, but now he was indifferent.
"She..." Yu Zihuan opened his mouth, but choked up unexpectedly. He paused, his eyes were red, but he tried his best to make himself laugh, but he couldn't hide the bitterness in his words, "She's gone again."