Because of the embarrassment of being seen by her, I was embarrassed to talk to her, and I didn't see her open the door of her room until I went out to set up a stall that night, and I didn't see her door open after that.

It's not that she's too shy to open the door, it's that our schedules are completely different, and it's impossible for my door to open when she opens the door.

When I got up at nine o'clock every morning, she was already on her way to work, as evidenced by the fact that there was no movement in her room and no door was closed. By the time I went out to set up the stall at four or five o'clock in the evening, she hadn't come back from work. By the time I got home after closing the stall, it was already early in the morning, and she had already fallen asleep.

It is said that the moon is the first to be near the water, and I admit that I can see the moon every day, but it is more difficult to get it than to climb to the sky.

Although she lives next to me, everything has not changed at all, I still don't know her name, she doesn't know my name either, we don't know each other's mobile phone numbers, we don't have a chance to really know each other, but they live under the same roof, they both know each other's existence, and these two people have become neighbors in a daze. It's unbelievable.

For days, I wondered if she must have recognized me that day, otherwise why would she have to speed up her steps every day when she walked past my stall?

Half a month has passed, she has not come here to re-download the e-book, we are only separated by a wall at home, and we have not seen each other again, and even on the weekend, I deliberately waited for her at home, and I didn't see her. She seemed to have a day off on the weekend when she moved that day, and the rest of the weekend, just like me, was busy.

A month has passed, and she should have come to me for the fourth time to download, but she hasn't come yet, so she has lost twenty dollars and one less old customer, and this old customer is still my neighbor. I couldn't sit still, and in order to get this old client back, in order to make her money again, I decided to break this impasse between the two of us.

What should I do? I got up at nine o'clock, and after breakfast, I sat on the balcony and thought about a way. Intercept her at the door of her getting up to work in the morning? No, I slept for more than six hours at seven o'clock in the morning, and I couldn't get up. What about stopping her as she walks by my stall at night? That's not good, judging from the situation of this month, if I go to stop her, I will lose several businesses, and I can't do anything that conflicts with business.

Then I'll close the stall early, rush back home, and talk to her while she's not sleeping? This is even worse, she passed me at 8:05, and if I collected the stall at 8 o'clock, wouldn't it be more than four hours of business to be done? This loss is too great for me to accept.

Well, how nice it would be to have her phone number? I'll be able to call her. If there are some things on the phone that are inconvenient to say, I can also text her, so that I can not only bring her back as an old customer, but also have a long-term relationship with her.

Once we are in love, the two of us are so far away, isn't it easy to develop further? When the time comes, I will really become the envy of others, and the ancients said that the building near the water will get the moon first. Thinking about it, my hormones started to overdose, prompting me to think about it.

**It is indeed the motivation of people to do things, in order to get close to the water and get the moon first, I started my own plan. I took out my notebook, flipped to the last page, and tore it off vigorously. It has to be sacrificed for the sake of my great things.

Take out a pen and write on it: I'm sorry, I was too reckless that day. Line break, I colon 186xxxxxxxx semicolon, line break, you colon, question mark, period. Wrap the line again, and the payment is: your neighbor, time: x year, x month, x day.

It was written, I checked it to make sure it was correct, and then I climbed over the railing and slipped it through the crack under the door. When everything was done, I was still very worried about checking under the crack in the door again to see if the paper was inside and whether it would be blown away by the wind, and when I was convinced that the wind was not so powerful, I was relieved that my life began to go according to my normal state.

At 8:05 p.m., I sat in front of the stall to help the client download the movie, she appeared on time again, when she was almost in front of my booth, her pace accelerated, in the past, she disappeared from appearing, it took a total of three minutes, this time I looked at it, she improved by 30 seconds, only used 2 minutes and 30 seconds, so fast.

She disappeared, and my heartbeat sped up, because I thought that she would be home later, and she would definitely see the piece of paper, and she would definitely leave her phone number, so that I could contact her, and I could also let her download the songs and earn her money, although my heartbeat learned from her and sped up, but I never forgot that money is very important.

One night I sat in front of the stall, expecting her to call or text over, but until I closed the stall, I didn't receive her text message, let alone her call, so I had to comfort myself with her embarrassing excuse, and at the same time I was sure that she would leave her contact information on the paper and let me contact her. After all, girls are thin-faced, and they are not as active as boys.

When I got home and locked the car, I couldn't wait to open the door of my room, turn on the lights, and when I saw that there was no paper in the room at all. For a moment, I felt so disappointed. At the same time, I also feel that I have failed, such a good plan has not succeeded, and it seems that she is not willing to contact me again at all.

Thinking of this, my mood became irritable, on a hot day, if I was upset, it would be very hot, so I opened the balcony door, hoping that the wind outside would make me cool down faster.

The wind outside the door was quite strong, and as soon as the door opened, I felt it coming, so cool and comfortable. The irritability in my heart was blown away immediately. The wind was blowing, and a piece of paper pressed outside the door was blown to the sound of hunting. When is there an extra piece of paper here? A question mark flashed through my head, where did this stone come from? On my balcony, there has never been such a thing as a stone.

When I took the paper and looked at it, I couldn't help but be surprised and disappointed. Happily, this is the piece of paper I stuffed into the crack of her door, and to my disappointment, she didn't leave her phone number on it at all, only four words: It's okay.

Sitting on the balcony, I was blowing the wind and feeling the coolness in my chest. I knew that she was sleeping next door to me, just across the railing, but I couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't knock on someone's door in the middle of the night, and ask someone to give me the phone number, and people didn't think I was crazy.

But since she didn't agree to tell me the phone, why did she put the paper here? Still pressed with stones? She didn't stuff the paper directly into my room, it was obvious that she didn't climb over the railing to enter the area that didn't belong to her house like I did, and this stone should have been found by her somewhere, and she was pressed here, because she was afraid that the paper would fall, so she must have calculated that I would see this paper. Since she is willing to bother to pick up stones, why not just leave a phone number on it, wouldn't it save trouble and effort? I can't guess.

Was she shy and embarrassed to give me her phone number directly? Or maybe she likes to play with words? I'm not sure, but I'm not willing to give up.

I took out the pen I had with me, added a question mark to the empty two lines behind her answer, and drew a crazy expression in QQ, although the drawing is not very similar, but I think she is such a smart person, she should be able to guess what I want to express. My personality is like this, and when I have a crush on her, I think she must be a smart person.

I chuckled, this could be the beginning of my correspondence with her. It's just that I didn't expect that my enthusiasm and the good start I had been looking forward to would be lukewarm from her. I could only console myself that at least she had a response and wrote four words, which was a good start.

I pressed the paper against the door of her balcony with a stone, and was sure that she would be able to see it when she woke up the next morning. I can't climb over the railing at night to shove a note into the crack of her door, it's easy to be misunderstood, I'm a timid person, so it's better not to have such a misunderstanding.

What's more, I still want to live here and do business in the night market, and if such a misunderstanding happens, it may affect my business. Think about it, what girl likes to go to a pervert and download songs? Even if they like to pursue excitement and think very much, they will not show it in public. Those things that are done behind the scenes are all lightless, and can only survive in the dark night, and there is no vitality in the daytime sun and bright lights. I am convinced of that.

My personality is that I will put an end to anything that might affect my money-making plans when they arise, after all, making money is the most important thing right now.

The door was open, the bathroom door was closed, I was taking a shower in the bathroom, the tap water was a little cold at this time, and I was washing on my body, which made me feel excited, but it felt very comfortable.

In ten minutes or so, I took a shower, dried myself, put on my shorts, and I went out on the balcony again, blew the wind for a while, and then went into my room and closed the door to sleep.

I wonder how she'll react when she sees it tomorrow morning. Will you pick up the paper and add something to it like I did? I don't know if she'll add it, but I know that I really want her to do it.