Uncle Zheng in the dormitory is a lean old man in his fifties. I don't know if it's because the food is not good, or because of the heavy amount of labor, the people who work here are not fat. Some legs are not as thick as the big anchor arms. The anchor asked for food to come to my house, and I let him live in my house when my parents had just died. The big anchor belongs to the big skeleton, the body is very strong, and the fat on the belly is harder than that of the average fat person. I suspect this kid has a stone hidden in his flesh. His current name was changed after he met me. I called the sail, and he called the anchor.

"Here we are." Uncle Zheng pointed. It is an old-fashioned three-story building from the Red Period, with a total of three floors. Big Anchor and I were placed on the second floor.

"Thank you, uncle." I thanked. Uncle Zheng doesn't talk much, Lisuo; It's also possible that you don't want to deal with newcomers.

"Is this where people live? It's too dirty, isn't it? The anchor man had already slipped into the room, and his voice could be heard by the entire building. When I got closer, the room was a mess, and the anchor even turned out a lump of dry and flat excrement in the corner, yes, a lump of dried. How much this guy "likes" this dormitory, and don't forget to leave a "souvenir" when he leaves.

"Uncle, is this a human habitation, it's too dirty." Uncle Zheng was unlocking the key and glanced up at the ground.

Uncle Zheng stopped what he was doing and said steadily, "What are you yelling about?" You want to be clean, get out of here. I looked in the direction of my finger with the anchor.

"What's the fuss, just stay here if you don't go." Uncle Zheng said impatiently.

"What a fierce thing, just go! If it's not clean, I'll look for you. The big anchor eats soft and not hard, and swaggers towards the "new house".

After all, it's new, and the big anchor will definitely suffer a loss. I smiled and said, "Uncle Zheng, he's like this, don't mind, I'll apologize to you for him." "Uncle Zheng gave me the key, gave me a meaningful look and left-this person is really neat in his words and actions......

"Lao Fan, what are you looking at, buddy is almost exhausted." The big anchor carried his luggage and led my belongings in his hands.

The door was painted red, and it didn't fit in with its surroundings. Even the door locks are painted red.

"Why is this room painted red?" I wondered.

"It doesn't matter what color it is, as long as it's clean. Lao Fan, why are you still stunned, my buddy's waist is about to break. ”

When I opened the door, I smelled of paint. The tables and beds in the room were all painted red – including the walls. The room looked too bright red, even a little weird.

"Big anchor, I don't think this room is good." I said as I observed.

"What's not good, I think it's good, it's cleaner than our room." Big Anchor said as he sat on the bed.

"It's just because it's too clean, it's weird. Why is this room so clean? ”

"Lao Fan, I'll just say, let you read less of the strange books left by your ancestors, read too much, and you're nervous......"

", you're nervous." Big anchors are born to be poor. The first time I met him, he was curled up in front of my house, looking like he was dying of hunger. In this case, he also told me a joke. Later, as long as he was poor, I mocked him about it.

The big anchor smiled "hehe", and the stubble was over. In this life, it is enough to have a true friend. My fate with the anchor has long been regarded by me as God's compensation for me. I even jokingly said to him, "You just have the surname Yang." Whenever this happens, he replies, "Why don't you change it to Chu?" The more orphans are, the more they can't cut off the incense of our old Chu family......" This kind of joke has been open for more than ten years, very soon.

I was half-kneeling on the ground, and I noticed that the bed was also painted with red paint, and I thought to myself, "Is this still not going to let people sleep?" "Luckily, it wasn't painted, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sleep.

Pack your luggage and call the anchor to go out for a walk, just to familiarize yourself with the terrain. I've done it again. Although he has never been a real soldier, he has carried a gun. I once arrested a major in the Vietnamese army with Da Anchor, and this is not bragging.

The big anchor didn't reply, it turned out that he was asleep. I came directly by car with Da Anchor in Yunnan, and I walked a lot during the period, and I didn't return to my hometown. I covered him with a quilt and closed the door gently.

When it came out, the sun had set, the entire second floor was pitch black, and the room was empty. The third floor was also empty, and the nearest few rooms to the toilet were littered with rags. After the sun sets, the entire second and third floors look particularly gloomy.

The staircase is at the easternmost end of the hallway, and the toilet is next to the staircase. The overall shape of the building is 7, and I live with the anchor at the end of the short section. On the ground floor lived some old crew members; On the second and third floors, only me and the anchor lived.

It was already dark, so I went back to the dormitory, and the situation in the factory will be known tomorrow.