The next day was the weekend, and Zhen Xiaoqi carried boxes and bags to Qiong Dafang's house early in the morning, and dug him out of bed.
"It's too early for you, isn't it?" Qiong Dafang yawned, slumped on the sofa, hugged the cushion and fell asleep again.
"Get up for me!" Zhen Xiaoqi grabbed a cushion and tapped him on the head, "Hurry up and pack up and move out!"
He was lying in bed last night, the more he thought about it, the more his heart ached. The two thousand yuan a month was almost equal to his monthly payment. If Qiong said generously earlier, he would have rented his living room to him, and he would have been charged seven or eight hundred.
Thinking of this, Zhen Xiaoqi suddenly jumped up from the bed. Oops, he was blinded by two thousand dollars. He forgot that his house was a one-bedroom, one-bedroom, only one room.
Qiong generously lived in, where did he sleep
Let Qiong sleep generously in the bedroom and share a bed with him? Zhen Xiaoqi held his hot face and reluctantly rejected it. too fast? He was embarrassed to arrange it directly, although he really wanted to. Let Joan sleep on the sofa generously? It's not good, that's too wrong for him. Zhen Xiaoqi was reluctant.
In the middle of the night, he was tinkering at home alone.
Now, Zhen Xiaoqi, who hadn't slept for a few hours, crouched on the ground, folded the clothes in Qiong Dafang's cabinet one by one and put them in the suitcase. Under his command, Qiong Dafang packed up his odds and ends and bundled them up.
It was originally a rented house, and there was nothing to tidy up. As soon as Qiong Dafang's clothes and notebooks were taken, they were packed in a bag and moved away.
After Zhen Xiaoqi finished packing Qiong Dafang, he asked Qiong Dafang to give him the landlord's phone number, and he wanted to "negotiate" with the landlord.
"Don't be so troublesome." Qiong generously opened the door and knocked on the opposite side, "Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang."
When the door was opened, a short, chubby, smiling aunt came out and asked him, "I'm leaving, right? Well, the deposit is back to you, and you don't need to pay for this month's rent."
She handed out an envelope and stuffed it into Qiong Dafang's hands, then she retracted her head and closed the door.
Qiong turned around generously and shrugged at Zhen Xiaoqi, who was stunned: "I told the landlord yesterday about moving. The landlord is very good at talking. Look, the deposit has been refunded to me."
He graciously handed the envelope to Zhen Xiaoqi: "Can you count how many?"
Zhen Xiaoqi stared at him suspiciously, squeezed the thickness of the envelope, and said casually, "Six thousand, you paid a three-month deposit?"
Qiong Dafang was shocked. He felt that Zhen Xiaoqi was really a reincarnation of a piggy bank. The money in this envelope was taken out and put in last night. It was exactly six thousand, no more, no less. Zhen Xiaoqi could figure it out as soon as he touched it.
He touched his nose with a guilty conscience and pushed Zhen Xiaoqi inside: "Yes, it's three months. You take this bag, I'll take the two boxes, let's go, hahaha."
He rushed forward and took the initiative to carry two suitcases, but Zhen Xiaoqi stepped forward and snatched one over.
Zhen Xiaoqi put the bag on the roller box and dragged it away, and asked him incomprehensibly, "Isn't it more labor-saving to carry one by one person?"
Qiong Dafang's heart to show a good performance suddenly died down.
The two of them dragged their suitcases, walked out of the building slowly, and walked towards Zhen Xiaoqi's house two stops away.
This is an ordinary weekend, and there are many elderly people and children lying on the fitness equipment in the community. The two of them walked and stopped for a while to watch others play on the seesaw. A little fat man couldn't get up when he sat down. They couldn't help but laugh at it, completely unaware that this was the beginning of their cohabitation life.
They walked out of the new neighborhood with elevators, passed the bus station, passed the dim sum shop, passed the laundry, passed the barber shop, walked into the gray old neighborhood, walked through the broken flower beds downstairs, and then slowly After climbing through the narrow corridor and up to the sixth floor, I finally arrived at Zhen Xiaoqi's house.
Standing at the door, Qiong Dafang had the consciousness that he was about to enter Zhen Xiaoqi's life. From then on, he would live in and live with Xiaoqi, and they would start a new stage of love.
Qiong Dafang took a deep breath in front of the mottled iron gate, suppressing his overexcited heart. He wanted to say something to Zhen Xiaoqi, but before he had time to speak, Zhen Xiaoqi had already opened the door and carried the box in.
He also turned around and asked Qiong Dafang, "What's wrong with standing at the door? Come in and sort things out yourself."
Qiong's generous tenderness was blocked tightly. He drooped his head and carried the box in, but was shocked by the sight in front of him.
I saw that in the living room, which was not spacious before, a square cloth fence was erected. The location of this cloth fence should be the place where the sofa was originally placed.
Qiong generously walked over and looked at it carefully. The front of the cloth perimeter was black, much like the blackout curtains commonly used in university dormitories. He turned to the back and saw that there was only a layer of Shaman-like things behind it, and inside it was the sofa of Zhen Xiaoqi's house.
He pointed to the curtain that suddenly appeared, and asked Zhen Xiaoqi, "What's going on?"
Zhen Xiaoqi lowered his head shyly: "This is not for you to sleep in, you will stay in my room in the future, and I will sleep on the sofa. You see I even built a house, but I can't dig out the idle fabrics at home. Not covered."
Qiong Dafang couldn't believe it at all. He tried his best to live in, and paid his neighbor Auntie Zhang to help him perform a scene, but Zhen Xiaoqi didn't sleep with him and set up such a strange "tent" to anger him.
Qiong Dafang looked at Zhen Xiaoqi dumbfounded, and there was only one sentence in his mind: "What kind of man are you?"
Zhen Xiaoqi was still chattering and explaining: "I will cover the back soon, so that we can all have our own room. Usually, the front curtain can be pulled open, but it can still be used as a sofa, and we can live in one room and one living room. With the effect of two bedrooms and one living room, think about it, is it super cost-effective?"
It's too miserable, it's too miserable, "cohabiting boyfriends don't 'cohabitate'", "I treat you as my lover, you treat me as my roommate"... Qiong Dafang's eyes are full of barrages.
In the end, he ran over and hugged Zhen Xiaoqi fiercely, determined to cheat to the end: "Wife, I want to sleep with you, woo woo woo..."
He was really choked with grief.
Zhen Xiaoqi was silent for a long time, until Qiong Dafang thought there was no hope, only then did he hear him say softly, "Double Eleven is coming soon."
He leaned on Qiong Dafang's shoulder, blushing and closed his eyes: "I went to Tmall last night to see that Durex Double Eleven will hold activities, and the discount is quite big."