I walked to the kitchen door and saw Liang Yuan busy inside.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Seeing me standing still, Liang Yuan turned to look at me: "Tang Xiaofan, don't be stunned, go open the door." I don't have an empty hand, can you go and see who it is? Maybe it's Tang Muzhou, he came just in time, we can open a bottle of wine and drink! ”

I turned around and stared at the door.

The knock on the door was soft, one by one, but rhythmic.

Seeing me standing still, Liang Yuan, who was cooking, said to me again: "Tang Xiaofan, go and open the door, I can't leave my hands empty now, and you are too ......."

Hearing this, I let out a sigh and walked towards the door.

The knock on the door continued.

Standing by the door, I didn't open it immediately, but shouted at the door: "Who is it?" ”

With his ear to the door, he listened to the movement outside.

Except for the knock on the door, everything was calm, as if there was no one outside.

"Who is it?"

I asked again.

The people outside are still knocking on the door and never answering us.

The aroma of Liang Yuan's cooking had already wafted into the living room, and after taking a deep breath, I heard a "gurgling" sound in my stomach.

Reaching for the doorknob, I pulled the door open.

Outside the door stood a man, thin and balding, quite tall.

He looked familiar, and I seemed to have seen him somewhere, but my mind was suddenly a little confused at the moment, and I couldn't remember where I had seen him for a while.

Just when I was confused, I saw this man nod at me and said:

"Hello, my surname is Lu, and I live on the fourth floor."

Hearing this, I was stunned:

"You are, old Lu ......"

I reflected it all at once, isn't this person the Lu Wanneng who died on the fourth floor, looking at his current appearance, he is energetic and standing upright, and he doesn't look like a person with physical problems at all.

Just as I was about to continue, a person appeared from behind Lao Lu.

This person is Lao Lu's wife.

It's just that her appearance at the moment is similar to the appearance she saw downstairs before.

Lao Lu's wife is wearing a golden velvet skirt, which doesn't look like a cheap product at first glance, and her face is also smooth and delicate, and it looks like long-term beauty skin.

I only heard the woman say: "I'm sorry, we are residents on the fourth floor, your house is leaking, dripping our kitchen is like rain, please check it, otherwise, we won't be able to live in it......"

Seeing that I was still stunned, I stood still in a daze and did not speak.

The husband and wife glanced at each other.

I only heard Lu Wanneng say: "If you don't believe it, you can go to our house to have a look, the kitchen has become a small ditch, and there is water everywhere......"

Hearing this, I suddenly remembered what Deng Guihua told me.

The first time they met Lao Lu and his wife, it seemed that it was also because of the kitchen leakage.

At that time, after they hired someone to repair it, they knew Lao Lu and his wife.

Later, Wang Jia and Lu Wanneng hooked up together because of this matter, so they had a follow-up love.

Lu Wanneng died, died under the peony flower.

Everything that happened later was also caused by Lu Wanneng's death.

When I came back from the illusion, Liang Yuan told me that the two girls' sons did not live here at all, and that Liang Yuan and I lived in the two rooms upstairs.

Then, it is impossible for Lu Wanneng and Wang Jia to meet.

The two of them came up to us to tell us about the leak, and it was not the two girls and sons who greeted them, but me.

All of this seems to be a domino bone, a good step by step. Now, the couple came to me because of a water leak.

I stood at the door, looked at Lu Wanneng, and then looked at Lao Lu's wife.

I put away the surprise in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'll get someone to fix it. Don't worry. ”

Hearing me say this, the husband and wife glanced at each other, as if they wanted to say something, but I was about to close the door with my backhand, and at this moment, Lu Wanneng suddenly stretched out a hand to block the door I was about to close.

"How are you?" I asked.

"It's okay, that's right." Lu Wanneng glanced at his wife beside him: "We can be regarded as acquaintances, we are neighbors, you are new tenants, and we are old residents." There is a small hot pot restaurant downstairs, and we plan to invite you to have a meal downstairs, and everyone can get to know each other, so ......"

Listening to Lu Wanneng's words, my body trembled.

I looked at Lu Wanneng, and when I met his eyes, I suddenly felt my body tremble.

This man's eyes are very wrong.

Wang Jia can't see it, it's because she's too young, but what kind of person am I, Tang Xiaofan, for this kind of man, as long as they move their fingers, I know that they will fart and rush over there.

So, I shook my head: "I'm sorry, my body can't eat hot pot, I have ventilation, then my purine is too high, I will die if I eat it." ”

"Then eat casserole porridge, nutritious and healthy!"

"I have diabetes and can't eat porridge."

'Then ......'

Before he could finish, I closed the door.

The moment I closed the door, I gasped heavily.

Leaning against the door, I listened to the movement outside, and Lao Lu and his wife seemed to say something, and then the two left. I have some lingering palpitations.

The fate of a person depends on how you choose.

And the choice of life, many times, is often in that moment.

I refused Lao Lu's invitation, but Wang Jia gladly accepted.

Therefore, the fate of me and her is naturally different.

What kind of person you are, what kind of character you have, what kind of character you have, determines what kind of choice you make, and all personality determines fate, this is really not true at all.

Liang Yuan asked me in the kitchen, "Tang Xiaofan, who was outside just now?" ”

I said, "It's okay, downstairs neighbor, come over and say hello." ”

With that, I went upstairs.

When passing by the kitchen, he turned his head to look at Liang Yuan.

I saw that he was carefully slicing the fat cow and putting it into the boiling soup one by one.

The smell filled the kitchen, and after a moment's pause, I made my way up the stairs.

The door to the larger bedroom was gently hidden.

I pushed her away and found it neat inside.

The sheets on Simmons's bed, which I am familiar with, are my own, sky blue, which I often make on the second floor of the noodle shop.

curtains, halfway apart.

The breeze blows in from outside, and the temperature of the whole house is neither high nor low, neither hot nor cold.

And my computer is placed on the desk, and the book "Autumn Moon Eclipse List" on the side is gently lifted with the breeze blowing......