"Why, you'd stay in a room like this!" He walked in the door and screamed. No, no! I can't let you live here! It's so dark, and the windows don't open! He pushed the window door open. He coughed twice at once, hurriedly left the window, took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose. "The smell of coal is terrible. It's a shame that you can live there! You're just dead. ”

I smiled bitterly and casually agreed: "I'm different from you, my life is worthless." ”

"Alright, stop joking," he said solemnly. "You moved to my house. Whether you like it or not, I want you to move there. ”

"No, I'll be leaving in two days," I said.

"Is that all you have?" He suddenly pointed to a small suitcase in the corner of the room and asked, "What else?" ”

"No, I didn't even bring a cover."

He walked over to the bed and looked over to it. "You're so good. With such a dirty bed, you can actually sleep! ”

I didn't say anything, just smiled.

"The less luggage, the better. I'll move you right away. I know your temper, you live in my house, I will never trouble you. If you are happy, I will come and talk with you sooner or later; If you are not happy, I will not come to see you for three days. If you want to write an article, the environment in my flower hall is very good, very quiet, and no one bothers you. You're right? ”

I could not find the words to refuse this sincere invitation from him, and when I heard him say this, my mind moved. But he did not wait for my reply, but called the teahouse to settle the hotel accounts, and he paid the money first, and ordered the tearoom to take my suitcase downstairs.

We got into the rickshaw and twenty minutes later, we arrived at his house.

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