A person's perception and environment are inextricably linked.

As the saying goes, a mountain is higher than a mountain.

The house rented by Zhang Mian and Su Dong is about ten square meters, the doors and windows are facing west, Su Dong's bed is placed in the east and west, Zhang Jian's bed is placed in the north and south, and there is a desk under the window.

There is a simple wardrobe on the left side of the desk against the wall.

Today is the second night that Zhang Mian and Su Dong slept in a small room, and on the first day, because he was too tired, although he felt a pungent smell in the room, Zhang Mian still fell asleep.

Because he drank beer at noon, Zhang Xuan, who had a small amount of alcohol, slept for a few hours in the afternoon, and was not very sleepy at night, lying in bed reading the newspaper, he smelled the smell of dead rats in the house, but it was somewhat different from the smell of dead mice.

Zhang Mian is somewhat familiar with this smell, but he can't remember where he has smelled it.

Putting down the newspaper, Zhang Mian looked around, there were a few pairs of shoes under the bed, and the room had just been cleaned by Zhang Mian in the afternoon.

Zhang Mian rummaged through the clothes he brought, found four boiled eggs that he hadn't finished, put them on his nose and smelled them, not that smell.

"Can you eat eggs?" Zhang Mian asked Su Dong, with the restraint and simplicity he had just met.

"I don't eat it." Su Dong, who was leaning against the wall and reading a book, declined Zhang Xuan's kindness.

Zhang Mian put the eggs on the desk and continued to look for the source of the taste, the closer to Su Dong's bed, the stronger the smell, the more unacceptable.

Zhang Mian suddenly remembered where he had smelled this smell, it was in the house where Gaojiacun Middle School and Hu Dong lived, and this was the smell that emanated from Hu Dong's feet.

This is standard foot odor.

It's just that this smell I smell today is a composite strengthened version.

"Su Dong, do you smell anything?"

"If nothing else, it should be my smelly feet." Su Dong put down the book and said with a smile, very happy with his inverted eyebrows.

"I just found out, too." Zhang Mian was surprised by Su Dong's honesty, turned to bed and sat down and continued to read the newspaper.

Zhang Mian forgave Su Dong does not mean that Su Dong's foot smell forgives Zhang Mian.

The smell of feet still went straight into Zhang Mu's nose to reach his brain, and reached the depths of Zhang Mi's soul, so that he couldn't ignore it at all.

It's like breathing, Zhang Mian can live a good life without paying attention to it, but once he pays attention, he can't breathe well, and his energy can't concentrate on anything, so he tries to inhale and exhale inhale, and he keeps himself exhausted until he has a nervous breakdown.

"Can you wash your feet at night?" Zhang Mian finally couldn't help asking.

"I have a habit of cleanliness, you say that I can wash my feet" Su Dong still looked at Zhang Mian with a smile and said, his eyes were full of sincerity.

"I'll it, you mean the smell of the feet is still the effect of washing." Zhang Mian suddenly felt that the whole world was not good.

"Yes, you don't believe me?"

"Letter. Shall I have some mosquito coils? Zhang Mian got out of bed again to look for mosquito coils.

Zhang Mian particularly admires the invention of the disc mosquito coil, each time two plates of mosquito coils are coiled together, Zhang Mian breaks at least one plate.

"Are there mosquitoes in the house?" Su Dong put down the book, rubbed his left arm with his right hand, and instantly rubbed out a gray strip out, and then he calmly picked it up and threw it on the ground.

"You don't say I don't care, I don't even have the sound of a mosquito." Zhang Mian put down the mosquito coil he had just gotten in his hand, and this time he didn't have to experience the frustration of breaking the mosquito coil.

This smelly foot even mosquitoes run away from the wind!

Zhang Mian couldn't help but be impressed by this classmate and roommate who was a gray strip with a clean habit and athlete's foot, this is a master, a master of standards.

"I'm reading, I'll turn off the lights." Su Dong picked up the book again, it was a book called "Seven Weapons".

"Okay, I'll go to the bathroom." Zhang Mian went out, the night was quiet, and the sky was full of stars.

Taking a deep breath of unpolluted air, Zhang Mian felt that he was much more awake and relaxed.

After going to the toilet, seeing that the shop of the "glasses man" was still open, Zhang Mian went to buy two loose cigarettes.

In fact, Zhang Mian really has no addiction to smoking, this time it was purely to change the taste of his nose, and he bought cigarettes twice inexplicably.

He leaned against the courtyard wall of the landlord's house, and lit a cigarette again in this alley in the ancient city village of Fengcheng.

After struggling for a while, Zhang Mian still mustered up the courage to return to the hut, although he was mentally prepared, but when he entered the door, he still almost turned his back on his breath.

He closed the door lightly, hesitated for a moment and did not insert it, leaving a crack in the door and opening the window. Just like burning charcoal for heating in winter, adults also leave a gap in the doors and windows, which is said to be worry-free.

Su Dong was still sitting on the bed reading, raising his eyes to see Zhang Mian finish everything and lower his head to continue reading.

Zhang Mian lay down and covered it with a blanket, and when he went out, he gave Su Dong a nickname, called Stinky Foot East.

When he was about to come back, he told him that after smoking a cigarette, he felt that his feet smelled the same as his appearance, and it was not intentional, which was a bit unethical, and the main thing was that they were not too familiar with each other.

"Have you been to the hospital and tried the powder?" Zhang Mian lay down and asked softly. Zhang Mu has always given a certain amount of respect to the defects of others.

"It's not a disease, it doesn't need treatment." Su Dong didn't take his eyes off the book, he looked at it more openly, and it was probably not the first time Zhang Mian had asked like this.

Zhang Mian also wanted to talk to him about topics other than athlete's foot and cleanliness, but in the end, he couldn't help it when he saw him reading so seriously.

He made an all-round comparison between Su Dong's athlete's foot and the pot of old urine in Gaojia Village, and finally thought that the pot of old urine was better.

After the comparison, he remembered Teacher Xue, Hu Dong, Gao Xiaoya, Liu Yifeng, and Yue Lei from Gaojiacun Middle School......

Their images were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry in my mind on this night. Then Zhang Mian felt that he would be in Gaojia Village for a while, and he would be in Zhangjia Village for a while, and the scene kept switching.

He even saw the swallow come out of the picture he had in his book, smile at him from afar, and finally he fell asleep in a state of vertigo.