The house price of Wutong Compound in Yanjing is the cheapest kind.

When Song Xingyue graduated from college, she couldn't find a job anywhere, so she had to wander around, and later saw an advertisement for a rental house in Wutong Compound on a telephone pole.

Wutong Courtyard is a modern Yanjing courtyard house, with a total of eight floors, and there are about 30 families on each floor. The plane tree in the center of the compound is five stories high, and every autumn, the golden plane leaves are scraped all over the yard.

When Song Xingyue's van drove into the Wutong compound, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

"Xiao Song, I'm working overtime again."

Uncle Qin, the doorman, crossed Erlang's legs in the guard's room, smoked three five-day packs of cigarettes, and greeted him with a smile.

"yes."

Song Xingyue smiled at him, and as soon as he drove the van under the plane tree, he saw Chen Xiang holding half a cigarette in his mouth, and running out of a certain room with his burly and muscular upper body.

Then another blue plaid shirt was thrown out, and a woman's roar came from the room: "Stay away from the old lady!" ”

"Don't be so angry, it's all from the neighbors, and the fertilizer and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders, so dissipate the anger."

Chen Xiang bit half of the cigarette, took the blue plaid shirt casually, put it on his shoulder, and turned his head just to see Song Xingyue driving in.

He took a few puffs of cigarette and spit on the ground, put his arm on the open window of the van, and showed a wicked smile on his face: "Xingyue, you kid didn't come back last night, did you go out to do something bad?" Slowly, how does the car seem to smell the smell of perfume, let me smell it, the head fragrance has the fresh aroma of citrus, jasmine, and red sandalwood, the body fragrance is the light and elegant Nile water lily, and the bottom fragrance is the harmonious blend of frankincense and Western cypress, and the overall aroma is transparent, elegant and pleasant. ”

Chen Xiang slapped the car window suddenly, and his eyes lit up: "You kid is not shallow!" ”

Chen Xiang is the roommate who shares the rent with Song Xingyue, he is twenty-eight years old, and his life is very disorderly on weekdays, full of bells and whistles, and he has no stable job.

The only savings in his body were to lend Song Xingyue a van to go out to pull live, and the money he earned was twenty-eight cents, which Song Xingyue forced into him, Chen Xiang's original intention was not to collect a penny, anyway, the construction site was just a few steps away, and he was idle in the yard.

Song Xingyue stretched out her hand and touched the back seat for a long time, and threw him a green bottle, Chen Xiang took it and looked at it, the green bottle read:

Rokushin Flower Water, you deserve it.

Song Xingyue went out to solicit customers last night, fell asleep in the car when she passed by the East House, and had an incredible dream.

In the dream, he died!

It's just bad luck.

When he came back and passed by the supermarket, he was going to buy a bottle of perfume or something, spilling it on the car, thinking that it could drive away evil spirits, and he picked and choose, and found that he couldn't even afford the cheapest, so he bought a bottle of toilet water and came back, so that it could repel mosquitoes.

Song Xingyue got out of the car, and the two walked to their house together, with a lock on the door.

Chen Xiang took out the key and opened the door neatly.

There are only two beds and some simple equipment in the house, the clothes that were changed the day before yesterday are still hanging on the chair and have not been cleaned up, and the bottles and cans on the table are messy, it seems that Chen Xiang did not come back last night and has been staying in Ning Weier's house.

Ning Weier is the woman who drove Chen Xiang out, working in the hair salon near the Wutong compound, and she usually didn't see the two of them say anything, but she didn't expect to hook up last night, but I don't know why Chen Xiang was kicked out.

Song Xingyue slept for a while last night, and had a nightmare, at this time she was exhausted, put the car keys on the table, and fell directly on her bed, burying her head in a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Song Xingyue smelled the fragrance of instant noodles, and turned her head to see Chen Xiang's bohemian signature posture, with one leg on the chair, one leg on the table, and a bucket of instant noodles in her hand.

Song Xingyue asked in a daze, "What time is it?" ”

Chen Xiang sucked off the noodles hanging on the edge of the barrel with a "suck" sound, and said vaguely: "It's almost eight o'clock, there is still a bucket of noodles on the table, just soaked, I'm still thinking about helping you eat it later." ”

Song Xingyue suddenly came to her senses, got up and hugged her face in her arms.

"Look at your cowardice."

Song Xingyue smiled and opened the paper lid of the bucket noodles, and asked while eating: "It's almost eight o'clock, why haven't you gone to work yet?" ”

"The bricks are moved, and we have a day off. By the way, I just saw a message from your phone, and I replied to it for you. After Chen Xiang finished speaking, he muttered: "Why is it so hot today......" and walked out of the room with his face.

Both windows are open, and the cool breeze is blowing, where is it hot?

Song Xingyue suddenly felt bad, put down her face, walked to the bed, clicked on the information column in her mobile phone, and sure enough, she saw several messages lying on it that had been read.

At this time, a message suddenly popped up on the phone screen.

"Flim Flam!"

This message turned out to be sent by Li Qinmeng!

Song Xingyue was suddenly like a lightning strike, almost threw her phone out, and hurriedly opened the information record.

"In Xu Yanlou! Nine o'clock starts! I'm sorry, I fell asleep last night and didn't see your message, thank you for the reminder. ”

The time of the message was 6:30, and it is estimated that she had just woken up at that time and saw the message she sent her last night. The previous one was sent in groups, but Song Xingyue didn't care, but she didn't expect her to reply to herself seriously.

Song Xingyue hurriedly flipped through a message, which was sent by "herself".

"Oh, it's okay, you still replied, you have a heart. I'll go over then. ”

I went, I just had such an idea, Chen Xiang was really crazy, and he actually sent a message in my tone.

Li Qinmeng sent a second message not long after: "Haha, of course! But you, why haven't you slept so late? ”

Li Qinmeng's personality is really good, no wonder she is very popular everywhere she goes, and before half a minute came, "herself" immediately went back.

Chen Xiang is holding his mobile phone and waiting for information, no, it's ten percent!

"Working overtime at night, I, as the manager of the company, of course, have to lead by example."

Shameless!

Song Xingyue thought about it and felt that this sentence was not appropriate.

It's shameless!

When did you become a manager? I don't know when he joined the company? Still leading by example?

It's just talking nonsense with your eyes open!

"Uh-huh, agreed."

Li Qinmeng didn't come back after a while, she should have something to do.

This sentence seems to be obviously perfunctory, generally speaking, the topic has ended, but "myself" is in hot pursuit, and still sent the message before half a minute.

"I'll have a good rest, thank you for your concern."

Just pretend to be yourself, and even send such a shameless message! Speaking to herself, when did Li Qinmeng express her concern for herself?

After a while, Li Qinmeng sent another message.

"I didn't expect you to praise people!"

It was followed by two surprised little expressions.

It's normal for Li Qinmeng to be so surprised, during her college years, she basically stayed in the dormitory and didn't go out except for normal classes, let alone communicate with others, and her face would be red for a long time when she met her sister.

is an otaku, Song Xingyue customized.

Chen Xiang quickly sent a message over: "No, I'm just not good at telling lies." ”

Not good at telling lies, or that's it?

Song Xingyue's expression at this time can only be described as hehe.

After a while, Li Qinmeng sent a message: "Flim tongue! ”

Song Xingyue pinched her phone and didn't say a word, her head was lowered, and her shoulders kept shaking.

Chen Xiang walked in with a noodle, took a "sip", and asked, "What's wrong, do you have epilepsy?" ”

Song Xingyue stood up, walked to the table, took a sip of soup with instant noodles, ate a mouthful of noodles, and threw the noodles on the ground with a "snap".

"Chen Xiang! That's what you said, one! ”

Chen Xiang glanced at the ground, the bucket was still a bucket, and the noodles and soup were gone.

"Yo, you ate pretty clean. Isn't this helping you tease your sister, look, this is the result of my brother's struggle, you kid is waiting to hug your daughter-in-law! ”

Song Xingyue was born without love.

"I'm going to a class reunion in a while, I'm going to die, you might as well kill me......"

"I said, you young man, why don't you have any fighting spirit, I'm already hugging left and right when I'm your age. Alas, if you have to count on the back waves of the Yangtze River to push the front waves, the front waves are really going to die on the beach, waiting to die. ”

Song Xingyue was indifferent.

"It's going to die, you might as well kill me."

Chen Xiang put it down and picked up the knife: "Okay, then I'll reluctantly help you with this." ”

This scoundrel simply regarded the word shame as air.

Song Xingyue looked at the time, it was almost time for the party, grabbed the car keys on the table, rushed out of the room like a wind, and shouted as she ran: "Come back in the evening and settle accounts with you!" ”

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the Yanpiao people living in the Wutong compound woke up one after another, and after some washing, they walked out of the gate with a briefcase on their backs.

Chen Xiang ate noodles, his face full of emotion: "Life is ......"