I rushed to my new house without stopping.

The new house is being renovated.

When I entered, I felt a little tense in the air.

"What's wrong?" I asked, extremely puzzled.

"You said let's tear down the kitchen door," the construction worker shouted loudly and dissatisfiedly when she saw me appear, "She won't let us tear down the kitchen door, who are we listening to?" ”

"You can't tear down the kitchen door!" The old lady said with a pale face, "Frying, stir-frying, boiling, frying, there are so many fumes, if there is no door, the whole living room will be smoked into a miasma, so what kind of system?" ”

"Then who do you say we listen to?" The construction worker turned to me and asked, "We did what you asked!" ”

I shook my head in pain.

At that moment, I really felt as if I had become superfluous.

"If it doesn't work, stop working!" The old lady gave an order.

"Nowadays young people like open restaurants," I once again plucked up the courage and patiently explained to the old lady, "small families rarely open fires, and it is still fun to tear down the door and make a small bar!" ”

"If you want to live a practical life, why do you need so much fun?" The old lady then threw out a sentence fiercely, "Whoever pays pays more listens to whom!" ”

My head buzzed and went loud again.

I leaned against the wall and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Listen to me," ordered the old lady to the construction workers, "the door must not be removed!" ”

"You have a lot of money, of course you have to listen to you," I said very sadly, "you can do whatever you like!" ”

I finished and went out in a huff.

I felt the old lady's gaze stabbing at me like a throwing knife behind me.

"Home is like a safe haven, you can do whatever you want there! That's why I've been working hard to make my home more welcoming! Ye Qian's voice sounded softly in my ears again.

"Home is a comfortable haven?" I smiled wryly and muttered to myself, "Can a place that doesn't have room for your own opinions and suggestions be called home?" In a place where there is no respect and freedom, can there be love? ”

I went downstairs.

At this time, it began to snow.

I tilted my face up.

The snow drops on the face, and it is cold.

"It seems that I have to continue to live in a private house," I said with a wry smile, "I am a northern drifter, am I still afraid of living in a private house?" ”

With mixed feelings, I returned to my temporary house.

I was in a terrible mood, so I grabbed two beers and headed to the roof.

I want to calm myself down, and I want to anesthetize myself.

I stood on the roof of the building and looked bored at the street.

The streets are potholed.

Suddenly, a car came in the potholed streets.

The car is a BMW MINI, a bright pale pink "women's car".

The car came to an abrupt halt.

The dust cleared.

The door opened, and a pair of feet in delicate long-heeled boots slowly poked out of the door.

The boots are over-the-knee boots with thin metal heels like chopsticks, stainless steel chopsticks.

The dogs all over the street stopped chasing and frolicking.

The rag kings in the whole alley who were shouting loudly and recycling waste electrical appliances were no longer loud.

The general's hand, which was still shouting at the chess stand in front of the store just now, picked up the cannon and prepared to be happy, also stopped in mid-air.

Everything seems to be out of power.

Only the crisp sound of the sudden high-heeled boots hitting the ground sounded:

"Da, da, da......"

I know, Ye Qian is here.

I saw Ye Qian beside him stepping on the envious gaze all the way, and walked gracefully towards the house where I lived.

The hunchbacked shoemaker at the mouth of the alley, who drifted from the southeast of the motherland, was still pointing at a large pile of broken shoes, but his back seemed to be more hunched; In the shop next to the hunchback, the girl named Jingjing, who floated from the southwest of the motherland, was still conscientiously guarding the large pile of beer, cigarettes, drinks, etc., but her belly seemed to be much bigger; Not far from the alley, the poet Ah Fei who drifted from the Qinba Mountains was still squatting on the side of the road and drying on a bottle of beer, but his hair seemed to be longer...... Nothing seems to have changed, and everything seems to have changed a lot.

"Da, da, da......"

The crisp sound of high-heeled boots hitting the ground was loud again.

From far to near, it became clearer and clearer, and then stopped at my door.

I went down to the roof with my bottle in my hand.

"Why do you keep my mom off?" Ye Qian asked straight to the point.

"It's not that I always make her angry," I said with a wry smile, "it's your mother who has OCD!" ”

"Your mother has obsessive-compulsive disorder!" Ye Qian gritted her teeth and said.

"I won't express my opinion on that house in the future," I said to Ye Qian seriously, "It's your house, and it has nothing to do with me!" ”

"It has nothing to do with you," Ye Qian said angrily, "It's a big deal that I will return the third of your money, do you think I am scarce of your money?" ”

"Of course you're not unusual," I hurriedly explained, "I don't care if you want it!" I won't hurt our feelings because of the house! ”

"If you have feelings for me, can you treat my mother like this?" Ye Qian asked angrily.

"Then what do you say I should do?" I laughed and said, "It's wrong for me to express my opinion, and it's wrong not to express my opinion!" ”

"You've never been right!" After Ye Qian finished, he went downstairs "oh, oh, oh".

I smiled wryly and silently went up to the top of the building again.

Standing on the roof of the building with a biting cold wind, I silently watched Ye Qian's familiar figure enter the car, and then the car disappeared from sight, and the former bed-sharing became cold and indifferent in front of her the moment she turned around.

I went back to the house in a huff.

No one can stop me from going to a deeper and deeper sadness and sorrow at this moment.

In this cold city in the north, in this cold urban village in the city, when I sit alone in an empty house, sorrow and sadness come to my heart like a tide, very helpless, a hundred tastes, a thousand melancholy, very confused.

I stood up and sat down again.

I sat down and stood up again.

I don't know which way to stand up or sit down will make me forget about the cold.

At that moment, my eyes suddenly settled on the small heart-shaped fish tank.

I smiled.

I picked up the fish tank and went to the roof.

I thought about it and found the best angle, took a photo with my mobile phone, and sent it to Yang Yan.

More than ten minutes passed.

Yang Yan never replied to the text message.

I hesitated to dial Yang Yan's phone.

"If you have something to say," Yang Yan said straight to the point, "I'm receiving customers!" ”

"Do you still want your fish tank and fish?" I asked tentatively.

"Don't!" Yang Yan said loudly.

"Then I'll be released!" I threatened.

"Whatever you want," Yang Yan said indifferently, "you just drink it in soup, and it has nothing to do with me, because I don't want to see them anymore, because they remind me of many unhappy things!" ”

Yang Yan hung up the phone with a "click" after speaking.

I smiled wryly.