(a)

Chang Xia told Hua Duohua about her worries, Chunchun is gone, she will definitely not be able to rent this house alone, and her monthly income is not enough for rent. Find someone to share the house, you may not be able to find a suitable one, and there is still a vacant lease period,

How can there be a cheaper house for rent, listening to Hua Huahua say that the house she rents is only more than 100 yuan a month?

"You can move to my place," said Hua Huahua, "the rent is less than one-sixth of yours!" ”

"Okay!" Chang Xia said happily.

"But don't be in a hurry to agree, go to me first!" The flowers have a mysterious, wicked smile on their faces.

When Chang Xia heard that there was such a cheap residence, he thought that there was such a good thing, such a cheap rent, and he could save a lot of expenses, so he didn't notice the smile on Hua Hua's face, and didn't think about anything else. I made an appointment to see the room where the flowers bloomed this Saturday. What happened afterwards, Chang Xia really regretted it, and Hua Hua showed that smile on her face, and it was sure that nothing was good.

(b)

On Saturday, Chang Xia followed the flowers to see her room with hope. In the old neighborhood where the flowers live, pedestrians, bicycles, and buses are like dancing street dances. When it got to the bottom of the bridge, it was even more crowded. Stalls, tricycles, bicycles. Buses and cars also rushed through the crowd. Frightened, Chang Xia hurriedly held on to the head of the wheel, tensed his body, pressed tightly, and turned sharply to avoid being dragged away by the bus.

In such a danger, there are not many bicycles in the crowd. But seeing the flowers riding in front, looking at her back seemed to be playing with miscellaneous happiness. Chang Xia rode like a death ride and followed the flowers.

It is a self-built house with about three or four floors.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Chang Xia felt that he had entered a dilapidated concentration camp, with a narrow and crutched house inside. It was as if a lot of wandering or pick-up faces poked their heads out of the houses and watched the two young girls land in the courtyard. Chang Xia had the urge to escape, but when she came, she held back for the time being, and hesitantly followed behind the flowers.

I saw that the stairs looked like chicken intestines, buried in the belly of the chicken. At the bend of each building lies a house in ambush, almost like someone's papier-mâché matchbox. At the pause of a staircase, Chang Xia didn't know how many floors it was, because it was too dark.

Flowers are talking. Where is Chang Xia? There was still a faint light on the stairs, but Chang Xia didn't guess where it was the room with flowers.

The flowers opened a house, which immediately frightened Chang Xia, and before she could step forward, she wanted to turn around and run away immediately.

Because as soon as Chang Xia's feet stepped into the threshold, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. Where are the windows? Where is the light? Where is the bed?

It wasn't until the flowers turned on the yellow, lantern-like lamp hanging on the wall that Chang Xia saw the inside of the house. It was a small, boxy box with no windows, and could only fit in a mattress, which had no bed frame and was placed directly on the floor.

The clothes of the flower flowers were packed in a plastic bag and placed on the floor next to the bed. Chang Xia felt like she was in a coffin.

As soon as the flowers closed the door behind him, Chang Xia felt that this room seemed to be airtight.

The landlord was so clever to paste the plywood, and a small room came out, and nothing else. But is this for people to live in? This is for the rats and for the owls, because these animals are naturally adapted to the dark light in the forest. However, we humans still need light during the day, just as we need air.

Hua Duo saw the look on Chang Xia's face, giggled, and showed broken teeth like a little mouse.

Chang Xia didn't understand why she could still laugh in such an environment? If she doesn't go to work during the day, in her own house is like an owl living in a tree hollow. There may still be a glimmer of light in the rat's burrow, but there really isn't even a glimmer of light in her room. She can't leave the door open during the day.

Here, obviously, there is a chaotic group of people. Those who collect rags and set up stalls should live in this kind of place.

Probably Hua Huahua was very funny when she saw Chang Xia pouting and angry, and she smiled even more happily. Chang Xia couldn't stay for a moment, she wanted to leave, she wanted to leave immediately. Beat her to death, and don't rent such a house.

And over the years, Hua Huahua has actually rented such a house, and she can't complain, she went to Chang Xia, it was like going to the palace.

Chang Xia glared at the flowers angrily, he should have known that you had this kind of smile on your face, so you didn't feel good. "Get me out of here!" Chang Xia shouted at the flowers.

After coming out, Chang Xia pushed her bicycle and walked in the alley, like a wilted plague chicken, her money-saving plan failed, and she was teased by the damn flowers. However, the flowers are blooming...... Chang Xia has all the flavors in his heart.