"You see, everybody is on the road."

1

On the first floor lived a girl who had just graduated.

She often uses the common washing machine on the first floor, and we big men finally wash our clothes once, and throw away our socks and underwear together. In fact, I was very sorry for other girls.

But when it comes to cooking, the girl is only a little bit better than us. The instant noodle takeaway for a few of our men is home-cooked and barely cooks. Other girls don't like to cook, they like to cook instant noodles. Tomatoes, eggs, and ham sausages are boiled inside, and the taste is immediately different. In winter, I smell sausages, not the kind of sausages you buy in the supermarket. Besides, people who live here don't go to the supermarket to buy things that are not delicious or affordable. I guess a lot of the people who stayed there that night had insomnia, because sausage meant going home, meaning New Year.

The next day, the girl knocked on the door and gave each person a small piece of sausage. Everyone didn't get much, but they all got the girl's family's concern for her.

The girl works in a restaurant, and she doesn't know if she has a lot of money, but she knows that she is very tired. The girl arrived at the restaurant at nine o'clock in the morning, sorted the dishes, wiped the table, and swept the floor. Basically, I get home at 10 p.m. and cook a steaming bowl of instant noodles. This is perhaps the most warm and relaxing moment of the girl's day.

There's a musician upstairs who wants to chase the girl. One night he knocked on the girl's door with his guitar, and the girl was cooking instant noodles and preparing water for scalding her feet. The girl listened with great interest to him playing the guitar for half an hour, and talked to him for another hour. By the time the musicians left, it was twelve o'clock. All the people who were not in that room that night were listening to the musicians' songs, listening to their laughter, and passing the lonely night.

The next day we all listened to the sound of the girl opening the door. Soon the musician went downstairs. The girl opened the door and didn't let him in, she said: "I'm very tired, I slept too late last night, I don't have the strength to do things today, and I was scolded by the boss." Don't come to me at night. We all heard the words clearly, but we couldn't see the way the musician said sorry, or how he went up the stairs.

On that day, Millet had a birthday, and all the men in the three-story building were gathered. Everyone drank wine and ate hot pot, and began to divide the small cake. I don't know who said, "Send a piece to that girl." ”

Instead of looking at the speaker, everyone stared at the musicians. The musician's face was flushed, not embarrassed, but drunk. He picked up the paper plate and opened the door in style. We waited in the house for news from him, but we couldn't hear him knock on the door. Finally, I heard the girl's footsteps, and it turned out that the girl had only come back now. Everyone held their breath tacitly.

But before the girl's footsteps were near, the musician was heard hurrying back. He slammed the door shut: "She didn't come back, I put her on the windowsill." ”

The girl was not in good health and often caught a cold. The few rooms we were in close proximity often fell asleep to the sound of the girl's muffled cough. Sometimes I hear her talking to her family on the phone, and the constant repetition is that she will come home immediately. I went home right away, but I waited from summer to autumn to autumn. No one knew what the girl was waiting for.

When the girl left that day, many of us said to help her get her things and take her to the train station. The girl was reluctant to fly. The girl said no, there were not many things, only a box and a backpack.

The musician came out at last, and the girl had been waiting for him for a long time, wanting to say goodbye to him.

The girl said that when we parted, it was time to say goodbye. This is what her former lover told her.

The girl said, "You played the guitar for me that day, and I really wanted to play it." I didn't tell you I could also play a guitar, I haven't played it in a long time, and lo and behold, I don't even have a guitar with me. ”

When the musician heard this, he immediately ran upstairs. We stood downstairs and saw him run to the door of his room, only to find that he didn't have the key with him. His eyes were red in a hurry, and he shouted, "Don't go, I'll open the door immediately, and I'll give you my guitar." ”

The girl cried: "It's too late, I'm going to miss it." ”

The musician kicked the door hard.

After the girl left, the musicians were still kicking the door, and everyone said that they could pry the door open with a tool. Before we could act, the quivering wooden door was finally kicked open.

On that day, everyone was helping the musician who was crying in bed. I repaired it for half the night and cried all night.

2

On the second floor lived a male student studying at the university.

It's far from his university, but the rent is unreasonably cheap. We asked him why he didn't live in the school, didn't there be a dormitory. The boy gave me a blank look: "You think the dormitory is for nothing." "Not only is it not for nothing, but it is also expensive, and there are people who disturb it. The boy said that he liked to skip class, so he didn't have to run so often every day. He sometimes doesn't go to class all day. It turns out that college is so fun.

Boys are outgoing, very good at dealing with people, and can find part-time jobs everywhere. Some of the people in this building have jobs that are introduced by boys. Boys usually do day-end work, hand out flyers, help with moving, set up makeshift stages, and so on. The money earned by the boys is used to pay rent and access the Internet. He loves League of Legends, sometimes spending all night at the Internet café.

I've always thought guys were weird. He said he didn't like to live with people and was afraid of being disturbed. But he seems to like to make friends, has a good personality, and is warm to people. But he really saw it clearly when he didn't wake up. It's not good to go to college. It's not wrong to be busy working every day, but it's wrong to play games with your part-time pay. A few of us older men who had entered society had talked about him a few times, and we were all mixed up with his gags.

One night the boy came back and we heard him talking to a girl. That night, everyone knew that the boy was in love, because no matter how careful he was, he could pass through the wheezing sound of the unsoundproof wall.

Everyone has seen that girl, she looks so cute, and it is rare for us to see a living female college student. The girls are introverted and shy to say hi when they see us. It's a good match for the flamboyant boys. Boys skip class less often, and the Internet access has also converged. It seems that he was busy going to school to meet his girlfriend.

One day when I came back, Millet ran down and told me that he had seen a boy and a girl arguing today. I said, what are you happy about when people quarrel? Xiaomi stretched out his orchid finger: "Oh, people haven't been in love for a long time, and you can feel strong love when you watch others quarrel." Millet said that the boy probably wanted the girl to move out of school and live with him. Girls try to persuade boys to go back to school.

In those months, the boy hardly went to school once, but stayed in the Internet café every night. The girl didn't come to him. He's come to me a few times. One of them talked to me without a partner, probably trying for me to tell him, "Eh, your girlfriend came to you last night." "I wanted to tell him that, too, but unfortunately they didn't come.

One morning, at eight o'clock in the morning, the boy came back from the Internet café and saw me operating the washing machine, so he simply went straight to my unclosed room. I walked in, still standing at the door, when I heard the girl shouting: "Ren Yuanxing, the teacher said that you will hang you if you don't go to class today!" "The boy almost crawled and ran out of me.

Like a fool, he grabbed the girl's hand and said, "But it's late." ”

"The teacher specifically asked me to come to you, and he said that if you go today, I will spare you once. You see, even the teachers know about us. ”

The boy smiled stupidly: "Then we can live together in a bright and bright way." ”

"That's not the problem!"

I stood in the doorway and watched them, and the early summer morning sun was mild. "Sister, Ren Yuanxing surfs the Internet at night and cries during the day. He thought we didn't know, he forgot that the house was not well insulated. Everyone was just quiet to take care of his emotions, he thought it was safe, and the crying was called a miserable forgetfulness. ”

As soon as I spoke, I realized that what I had just said had accidentally revealed another fact. Fortunately, the girl didn't think about that.

The boy yelled at me. The girl dragged him away, saying that he would really hang up if he didn't go.

Later, the girl accompanied the boy to carry things. The boy said that when you go back to school, you will go back to school, and that is all a concession made to ensure that you don't make eyebrows with other men.

I watched them leave, and the parting was not sad. It's the person who walks is not sad, leaving me, the person who looks at the back of others, thoughtful.

3

Millet lives on the third floor.

He's the cleanest of our bunch of men.

He came to this northern city from another northern city.

He said he couldn't tell his gender since he was a child. Mom told him that he couldn't squat like a little girl in the toilet unless he wanted to poop. He saw that the dresses worn by other little girls were so beautiful, but when he asked his mother for a dress countless times, he was beaten by his mother and got a nosebleed. He cried so badly that day, he didn't understand why he couldn't wear a skirt, why he was beaten when he said what was in his heart. His life was filled with doubts and doubts ever since.

He rarely talked to his father because he was afraid of him. When he was a child, his mother always told him that his father was a soldier and that if he didn't obey, he would be shot. So his intuition told him that he couldn't take the question he asked his mom about why I couldn't wear a skirt to his dad.

He was never beaten by his father when he was a child, but his mother was often beaten. Dad often came home with the smell of alcohol. Millet was either woken up by the sound of the door opening, or by the smell of Dad's alcohol, the sound of a thump, or the cries of Mom in a low voice. There is only one room in the house, and Millet sleeps in the living room, at the door.

Millet has never heard his father call him by his name, as long as his father is at the dinner table, he will lick the rice in the bowl without speaking. That day, as usual, Millet sat across from his father and ate with his head down. Mom was sitting on the left-hand side, and there was an extra person on the right-hand side, and he thought it was a friend of his father's.

Dad called that uncle Brother Long. They drank liquor and talked about things on the construction site. Xiaomi and her mother didn't dare to get off the table, so they slowly picked up some leftovers to eat. Xiaomi was still in elementary school at the time, probably in the third grade. But at such a young age, he felt that his father's attitude towards this person was not ordinary. Dad's face was flushed, and he wondered if he was still awake. That uncle set his sights on Xiaomi for the first time. His expression sent a chill through Xiaomi. He sarcastically said, "Brother, I see that you are a very yin child. Uncle stared at Millet. Mom's frightened chopsticks fell on the table.

Dad was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Brother Long will still look at this kind of mysterious thing, did he go to some cemetery to provoke some ghost back." Ha ha. ”

The uncle didn't look at anyone this time, eating pig's trotters: "No, I mean he looks like a girl." Why, don't you know? Everyone in the town knows that the son of the Luo family likes to play with girls and clamoring to buy dresses. ”

Dad was stunned again. Millet didn't look at his father, he buried his head and stared at the bowl in front of him, there was not a grain of rice in it. Dad threw the bowl hard and broke Xiaomi's head. Millet just screamed and didn't dare to cry. Mom immediately hugged Millet and wiped the blood from his face with paper. Dad scolded: "Why are you crying, I haven't asked you yet." How did you teach him? ”

The uncle watched the show for a while and spoke: "Brother, don't beat the child." Although the child should be taught well, he should not be frightened like this. Then again, you have to discipline strictly, boys should have the spirit of boys, don't grow into sissies. ”

Dad immediately controlled his emotions and hurriedly said yes.

Xiaomi really hopes that uncle doesn't leave. In the end, Dad sent Uncle downstairs, and Mom locked Millet in their bedroom. Millet listened to the footsteps of her father walking back in the dark room. So slow and so full of trickery.

Millet heard her father say, "What about him? Call him out for me, and I'll teach him how to be a man. ”

The mother said calmly: "No, you can hit me casually, but you can't touch the child, this is my bottom line." ”

Millet couldn't see the outside in the dark, and he was afraid that if he opened the door a little bit, his father's fists and kicks would drag him into the abyss.

Millet said to me: "The sound I heard in my room that night is the last thing I can forget in my life." ”

Later, Dad slammed the door and walked out. Xiaomi listened to his footsteps and disappeared into the corridor, and finally dared to go out. But in the two seconds he opened the door, he still wondered why it was so quiet outside, and why didn't his mother make a sound?

Xiaomi asked me, have you seen the love of the skin?

There's a scene in there. A severed tongue bounced up and down in a pool of blood.

Mom didn't have her tongue cut off that day, she just had her ears cut out. Probably because Dad woke up a lot after seeing so much blood, and he shook his hands and left halfway through the cut.

Mom's earlobe parted from her cheek, a blur of flesh and blood.

Millet and her mother go to the small clinic on the street and knock on the door. On the way to the clinic, Millet kept crying and crying, saying that he would never want a skirt again.

Dad didn't come back until noon on the fourth day. Xiaomi took leave to be at home that day. Dad bought a bag of pork, enough to fry a green pepper shredded pork.

During the meal, my father said, "I'm sorry, I drank too much that day." ”

Mom said expressionlessly, "It's okay. ”

"She tilted her head to pick up the flesh for me." Millet cried.

He said: "Later, when I dreamed of my mother, it was often this scene. Mom's ears, the blood clotted in her hair, her head tilted in pain, and the way she pinched my flesh. It's a nightmare. ”

"And then?"

"Later, my father went to prison, and he followed that Brother Long to do illegal things and killed a person."

"Where's your mother?"

Xiaomi shook her head.

I patted him on the shoulder.

"I lied to my mom. I said I would never want a skirt again, but I was no different from those girls.

But then my mother said, Xiaomi, you still live as you want, don't rely on others for the rest of your life like your mother. When you grow up, you can go and live as you are. ”

So then Xiaomi left and came to the city.

There are no more of his relatives in the world, and the small building in the north is a little cold.