"How's it going? Are you lying down?"

It was a small double room of less than 50 square meters, and Peng Cheng chose the one next to the window among the eight bunk beds in the big room. The cover was taken back from the prefabricated house, and it was thought that it had been raining for days, and the mattress was a little damp, and it was cool in the quilt.

Lying on the bed at this moment, he still couldn't sleep a little, and there lived a good-looking boy in the lower bunk, who he didn't know, and he had just seen for the first time. The landlord is a guy who is about the same age as himself, I heard that he is in the hair salon in front, cutting his hair, and he lives alone in a small room in this small double room, which is a single room. Of the eight seats in the big house, it is said that only the lower bunk is full, but none of them have returned, and only Peng Cheng himself lives in the upper bunk.

"Well, daughter-in-law, I'm lying down!" Peng Cheng said in a low voice, like Beibei's soft voice.

"How are you doing?" The girl was worried that Peng Cheng would not be able to adapt, so she specially called to ask, but she didn't know that Peng Cheng was really uncomfortable.

"Well, I'm fine, my daughter-in-law and I'm sleepy, this sleep is so hard, I want to sleep. Peng Cheng cleverly refused to continue chatting, he knew that Bei Bei called, just to know if he was okay?

His futon was damp, especially under his feet, close to the window, he felt that his ankles were cold, his legs were numb, and after lying down for a long time, his thighs hurt slightly. This so-called bed board, when Peng Cheng just laid the cover, found that it was just a paper shell wrapped in a refrigerator, which was quite strong to the touch, but when he lay down, under the thin mattress, the support of the paper shell was completely gone, and his body was next to the iron beam on the bed, which was very uncomfortable. What do you have to say to Bebedo? He was so worried that he would be tempted to tell the truth.

Hung up the phone, Peng Cheng couldn't sleep more and more, next to his feet was the only window in the room, the glowing moonlight that came through today was unusually bright, he was lying like this, only the moonlight could be seen, and the moon could not be seen. He turned sideways and poked his head into the window as far as he could, trying to see if it was a full moon today, otherwise the light would be so clear that people would not be able to sleep as if they were in the daytime.

The iron-framed bed rang with the slightest movement of his body, and the pretty boy in the lower bunk also turned back and forth, and he did not dare to move. Peng Cheng glanced down, eighty percent of the kid's Apple mobile phone was newly bought, and when he was having fun, he always drummed three times, and it looked like it was the middle of the night, and it was still so bright.

What should I do? Peng Cheng became more and more embarrassed, not only with cold feet, but also with a cold heart, that is, the fucking poor money, which made him so ashamed that he couldn't even turn over in a grand manner, and being poor was just something to look down on. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he was angry about everything, and even Bei Bei rented this place for him, which made him angry. Why didn't there be a proper thing, he remembered the life in the mountains again, that father,, a cowardly energy, like rebellion, rushed to the top of his head, so he didn't care about the wanton flipping, and then, the phone below didn't light up, a long time passed, the people below never moved again, Peng Cheng was finally tired of tossing, fell asleep, and woke up just bright.

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No one knows when the people in the same house will come back, but now there are people sleeping on the four lower bunks below. The landlord woke up early, the young man was clean, and he looked like a good child, and he was well-behaved, he saw Peng Cheng, nodded, and went to the kitchen to boil water and wash his hair.

The house is less than 50 square meters, and apart from the two rooms, there is a small foyer of less than 4 square meters, and the window next to it directly looks at the kitchen, which is half smaller than the foyer. The hallway in the middle of the kitchen was narrow enough for one person to work in it, and the landlord was almost 180 tall, with a white porcelain sink behind him and a stove in front of him. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of small pants and briefs, boiling water in the kitchen, and after looking for a long time and not finding a lighter, Peng Cheng threw his lighter to him.

"Thank you. The landlord lit the fire, threw the lighter to Peng Cheng, and asked by the way: "Can you get used to it?"

"It's okay, but buddy, that bed board is not a wooden board!" Peng Cheng said with a smile, pretending to be an understatement.

"Oh, by the way, I saw you all asleep yesterday, and I didn't know it, so you take one out of the lower bunk and two beds, and put it on the side. ”

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The house has been rented for a week, but Peng Cheng has hardly returned to live in that room, he only slept for one day, although the landlord changed the bed board the next day, but he still never went back to sleep. Fortunately, Peng Cheng still has some money in his pocket, and there is a good small Internet café on the street next to the house, and it only costs ten yuan to surf the Internet at night, so he rarely goes back. But it was these limited times that Peng Cheng found that the beautiful boy who slept in his lower bunk lived a really different life from anyone else.

Every time Peng Cheng went home, it was around ten o'clock in the morning. This time happened to be the time when he came out of the Internet café unsatisfactorily, and it happened that it was also the time when everyone in the house went out, and only the beautiful guy in his lower bunk was still sleeping.

The beautiful guy slept deeply, but every time Peng Cheng went to bed, he would roll over. Waiting for Peng Cheng to straighten his waist for a while, how can he get afternoon when he wakes up, and the beautiful guy is playing with his mobile phone again. The two of them have a surprisingly consistent schedule and rest time, Peng Cheng goes to the Internet café to stay on the Internet, and often goes out with the one in the lower bunk, as for when he came back, Peng Cheng doesn't know, it's probably the second half of the night!

Peng Cheng has always wondered what the young man in the lower bunk does, he is indeed good-looking, but he is a little darker, his facial features are delicate and three-dimensional, and he has never used a knife to be as standard as a beautiful man in South Korea, his name is Ozawa.

Although they live in the same place as this shack, Ozawa is a high-end brand, and the two of them are like travelers living in a four-person room in a hotel, living together but in different ways, and only nodding when they meet, and never saying anything. Seeing him, Peng Cheng felt his face roasted, and his suspicions were not until one day, when the landlord returned home early to collect Xiao Ze's rent, and finally became enlightened.

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That day, Peng Cheng lay on his top bunk and pretended to sleep, listening to Xiao Ze and the landlord have a word of choking, the two of them are already old friends, exposing each other's shortcomings, dismantling the stage, and having a good time. Although they whispered those things, Peng Cheng still understood. Ozawa works at a big KTV, where Peng Cheng has heard that he is so beautiful, it turns out that he is a cowherd who specializes in scouting rich women.

Ozawa himself has never shied away from this, he knows that Peng Cheng is on the top bunk, and he is not annoyed by what the landlord says, and there is no one in this house who doesn't know that Ozawa is a duck. Peng Chengton felt that it was much more balanced, Ozawa's beauty, the famous brand and Apple phone in that body, the endless text messages all day long, and the broken bed where he lived.

The young man suddenly had some pride, and his heart stretched as if it had bloomed, and the noise made people not vomit and be unhappy. It turned out that the people in this room were almost the same as him, either waiters or small hair washers, and the only big job was the landlord who lived in the hut. The kid looked like a good person, but he found a woman like a pig, just because the woman's father was a small boss with some money and was willing to give him a storefront. Peng Cheng couldn't help laughing at himself, he didn't expect that everyone was living in a life of being played.

Since that day, Peng Cheng no longer goes to sleep in the Internet café every day.