Fang Daichuan woke up early, he didn't dare to sleep well all night, the sound of wind and rain outside the window and the fear in his heart were entangled with each other, tormenting him mentally weak. He put on his crumpled T-shirt to wash up, and saw in the mirror that he had two big dark circles under his eyes and a pimple on his forehead. Fang Daichuan couldn't help being a little annoyed.
The bathroom is thoughtfully equipped with cosmetics, and Fang Daichuan admires this boss a little bit. The water is not much, these details are considerate.
Fang Daichuan tore off a sealed concealer stick, tapped the red pimple, and wiped the dark circles lightly.
It's quite easy to use, Fang Daichuan looked at the brand of the concealer stick, thinking of introducing it to Xiao Zhou when he went back, but unfortunately he couldn't understand the brand. Some sort of phonetic script with weird little dots and dashes over the vowels.
When Fang Daichuan went out, he glanced at the clock. It was only six o'clock. He remembered the task Li Sinian had given him, and picked a book from the bookshelf at the door.
There was no one on the first floor, and the long table was empty. Fang Daichuan took a ladle of water from the kitchen, sprinkled it on the carpet, and then sat on the stairs, waiting for everyone to come downstairs.
It was dark outside the window. It stands to reason that at six o'clock in the morning in summer, the sky should be bright. However, it was raining heavily outside the window, and he was drowsy, unable to distinguish the sun.
Fang Daichuan lowered his head and pretended to read a book. What he picked up at random was a translation book, and the unique translation accent and strangeness disturbed him. After flipping through half of the book, he only understood a story about an administrator of a waste paper recycling yard. I forgot everything else, I just remembered that two gypsy women unloaded the waste paper they picked up, lay down in the garbage pile and smoked, opened their thighs carelessly, and exposed their muddy private parts from the bottom of their skirts, surrounded by The flies are dying.
On the precarious island, in the dark morning, the world is as quiet as death. Reading such a book, Fang Daichuan just feels like that administrator, and only himself is left in the whole world.
That's good, Fang Daichuan smiled wryly, there's nothing terrible about loneliness.
The sound of the door closing upstairs interrupted all his thoughts.
Fang Daichuan straightened his back unconsciously, raised one eye from the page, and hovered the pen in his hand over the page, ready to record.
It was Niu Xinyan who came down. The temperature is a little low today. She is wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up loosely. Her son clung to her legs, pinched the hem of her clothes, and walked down with his head down, with a timid expression on his face.
Pretending, still pretending here, Fang Daichuan rolled his eyes in his heart. He glanced at it and quickly looked away, coughed twice on his lips with his fist clenched, and then turned the page while pinching the corner of the page.
"Xiquan, walk well, don't pinch mother's clothes." Niu Xinyan gently stroked the messy hair on top of her son's head, and when she looked up and saw Fang Daichuan, she nodded at him with a smile, and greeted, "Xiquan, and Uncle say hello."
Fuck, it's inevitable, Fang Daichuan has goosebumps all over his body, this kid doesn't know how old he is, like Tianshan Child Elder, his father can't afford to be his uncle.
"Good morning, Uncle." Unexpectedly, the child didn't make a fuss, he quickly raised his eyelids, and then quickly lowered his head. The moment he raised his head, Fang Daichuan saw his eyes clearly, clear and timid eyes , that really belongs to the child.
Fang Daichuan had no choice but to smile, trying to convince himself to forget his weird behavior last night. He greeted: "Hello." Fang Daichuan pretended to be casual and quickly glanced at the carpet. It was clean. It seemed that the two of them didn't go out last night.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, but when it comes to gags and acting to stir up the atmosphere, Fang Daichuan is a professional. He pretended to be innocent and chatted with the two of them: "It's so early?"
"Yeah, if you have children, you have to get up early every day and cook breakfast for them. After so many years, I'm used to it." Niu Xinyan smiled and helped her bangs, and put a loose strand of hair behind her ears. As she spoke, she walked around Fang Daichuan and walked towards the kitchen. The child just sat on the long table, bowed his head and played with his fingers, without saying a word.
The rain showed no signs of falling, and the sky was still dark and unclear.
The second one came down was Yang Song, the girl obviously didn't sleep well, she was so haggard that even the concealer stick couldn't cover it. She put on bright red lipstick, presumably to enhance her complexion, but the tiredness in her eyes revealed everything.
Fang Daichuan took a sip of water from his cup, glanced sideways, and saw that there was nothing on the carpet, and the girl's shoe prints were also transparent water marks. — Clean soles.
"Morning." Fang Daichuan marked a code that he could understand on the page while talking.
Yang Songqiang smiled and said, "Morning." She obviously had lingering fears about the child, hesitated for a moment, and turned directly into the kitchen to help.
Fang Daichuan could now distinguish Li Sinian's footsteps. ——Like the second uncle, leisurely and unhurried. Fang Daichuan glanced up, and it was indeed Li Sinian. His old man was there, with one hand in his pocket, and exchanged glances with Fang Daichuan.
Fang Daichuan closed his eyes imperceptibly and shook his head, so Li Sinian didn't even look at his feet when he walked past the blanket.
"What book are you reading?" Li Sinian asked casually.
Fang Daichuan was almost stopped by the question, he hesitated for a while, turned back and glanced at the cover, and then announced the awkward title of the book: "Too Loud Loneliness."
"This book is so boring! Loser's obsession and self-comfort, the layout is small and the atmosphere is small." Boss Du's voice came from the stairs, "The owner of this villa is quite hypocritical. This kind of book coaxes homeless college students. Forget it, mediocre places are mediocre, and obscure places are obscure.”
Li Sinian poked his head over, glanced at the long wool blanket that was still clean, raised his eyebrows and retorted: "Really? I don't think so."
Liu Xin also came down from downstairs. He pushed his glasses and stepped on the long-haired carpet, leaving a clean watermark.
Fang Daichuan was a little anxious, he took a deep breath, and continued to write everyone's code name in the blank space of the book page. After six people passed by, there was still "nothing" after the name.
After everyone sat down, Niu Xinyan brought out several cups of coffee and distributed them to several people.
"Where did you get the coffee?" Du Chaosheng thanked him and raised his eyebrows with a smile.
Niu Xinyan said with a smile: "I found it in the utility room in the kitchen. There were half a pack of coffee beans that were unpacked. It smelled of good quality, so I boiled it."
Indeed, Fang Daichuan could already smell the smell of burnt coffee in the air. He doesn't know much about these foreign things, he just thinks the taste is mellow, not like the quality of a pack of 100 yuan in chain stores.
Du Chaosheng asked casually: "Has Ms. Niu ever been a secretary? I think you are very talented to be a secretary."
"I've only been my husband's secretary," Niu Xinyan pursed her lips and smiled, "My husband hates my job, and I've always been a full-time wife at home."
"That's it..." Du Chaosheng didn't know what he thought of, and his expression was a little sad.
Liu Xin seemed to be scalded by the hot coffee, and he couldn't hold it firmly for a moment. The strong coffee spilled on half the table, and the cup and saucer touched each other, making a crisp sound.
Li Sinian took in all the reactions and frowned slightly.
The young couple finally got up, Fang Daichuan heard the movement, and threw the small coffee spoon into the cup. He heard the sound of Chen Hui's canvas shoes stepping on the wooden stairs. This girl is a little plump and loves to jump, and she always steps on the stairs loudly. She was complaining to her boyfriend about the bad weather in a low voice, and said that she should bask in the sun after returning home, otherwise her skin would smell of salty fish.
"But do you think we can go back?" There was a gentle fear in the girl's voice.
Du Wei didn't answer her. He ignored everyone in the hall, and kissed his girlfriend softly at the top of the stairs, feeling like loving every day as if it were the end of the world. Everyone on the first floor turned their heads tacitly, giving the young couple a lot of face.
After they kissed, they came to sit down at the long table hand in hand. Before Fang Daichuan could react, he felt a light kick from Li Sinian. Fang Daichuan raised his eyes and saw Li Sinian's eyeballs turning slightly to the side.
He quickly glanced at the carpet at the stairway, and there were two pairs of bright mud marks on the long beige blanket. Could it be the two of them? Fang Daichuan was a little puzzled, but also a little relieved.
He looked up at the clock, it was only half an hour before eight o'clock, and the old lady and Ding Zihui hadn't come down yet.
All the aspiring people looked towards the stairs together, as if they were waiting for the audience who visited the death penalty, looking forward to who would be the next person to be pushed to the guillotine.
It's a pity to let them down.
There were two knocks on the door upstairs. Mrs. Song and Ding Zihui came downstairs one after the other.
—Last night was Christmas Eve.