Zhuang Xianyu followed the old lady into the dim corridor with steps, and suddenly heard the rumbling thunder, followed by a gurgling sound behind him, Zhuang Xianyu turned around with a cigarette in his mouth and looked back, it was really raining outside.

"Come on, young man." Before Zhuang Xianyu could take a closer look, the old lady's hoarse and old voice came from his ears, and the cold breath sprayed in Zhuang Xianyu's ears. Zhuang Xianyu's goosebumps instantly stood up, and his hair stood on end, and as soon as his frightened mouth was loosened, the cigarette fell to the ground.

When he turned his head, he saw that the old lady's old face like a chrysanthemum with age spots was sticking to him, and his breath was blowing on Zhuang Xian's remaining chin. The old lady smiled, a pair of wrinkled triangular eyes staring at him.

Zhuang Xianyu took a big step back, dodged the old lady's face, and said, "Okay, okay, you always lead the way, you lead the way......"

"Okay." The old lady answered, then walked up the stairs on crutches, and said to Zhuang Xianyu in a babbling voice: "I'll take you to your room first, live on the third floor, okay?" ”

"Yes, yes, you have the final say." Zhuang Xianyu stepped on the cigarette that had just fallen on the ground and was still flashing with fire, picked up the trash can that he threw beside him, turned around and followed the old lady, and stepped on the stairs.

Maybe because it's daytime, there are no lights in the corridors, and some old apartments don't have voice-activated lights. As soon as the sky was overcast, it seemed that the whole corridor was very dark.

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, he heard a messy footsteps of kicking and trampling behind him, mixed with the laughter of children, Zhuang Xianyu suddenly looked towards the place where the sound came, but only saw the figure of the child running, and when he turned his head to look closely, he couldn't see anything.

"That's a few children of the tenants on the first floor, who usually like to play around, and this apartment can also be lively." The old lady said as she went up the stairs. Zhuang Xianyu followed.

Soon I walked to the third floor, and I saw that there was no extra sound in the entire corridor, as if there was not a single resident on the entire third floor. The corridors are covered with gorgeous golden carpets, which are a little comfortable to step on, and they are fluffy and soft.

"During this period of dealing with things, you should live in 312 first." The old lady looked back and said.

"Okay." Zhuang Xianyu nodded and replied.

Zhuang Xianyu was following the old lady towards room 312, when suddenly there was a click in front of the right, and then the door was opened with a creak, followed by a squeaky sound, and a thin old man pushed a wheelchair out of the room on the right.

I saw that the old man had sound limbs and was as thin as wood. On the oily head were sparsely sloppy white hairs. The old man raised his head and glared at Zhuang Xianyu with a pair of bloodshot cloudy eyes, and said heavily, "Hmph!" With a bang, he retreated back into the room and slammed the door shut.

Zhuang Xianyu stopped in place, feeling a little inexplicable.

"This old man is my tenant, and most of the tenants who live here are elderly people who have no children and no daughters, and they don't want to go to a nursing home, so they rent my house here to spend the rest of their lives. Everyone is elderly, and my rent is cheap. The old lady saw that Zhuang Xianyu stopped in place and did not leave, so she replied: "Life is lonely, these old people will inevitably have some strange tempers, don't be surprised." ”

"No, no, I'll see." Zhuang Xianyu hurriedly waved his hand, but saw that the old lady had already walked to the door at the end of the corridor and was opening the door with a bunch of keys. Zhuang Xianyu trotted over and saw the metal door number on the wooden door that read 312.

The old lady pushed open the door, and while walking in, she turned back to Zhuang Xianyu and said, "The decoration of the house is a little old, and they are all things that my deceased wife liked before her death, and it may not be in line with the aesthetics of you young people nowadays." ”

Zhuang Xianyu walked into the room, the room was not very big, the floor was covered with a carpet with a large golden flower pattern, and the carved wooden door on the right might be the bathroom of the room. On the left against the wall is a black velvet sofa with a gold pattern, and in front of the sofa is a marble coffee table. By the window there is a double bed in black velvet with gold flowers in the same colour as the sofa. The whole room is also gorgeous and retro Baroque, but the furniture is a little too old.

"This is the key to this room, you take it first, and I'll go down and open the room for that girl first." The old lady said as she took a key from a bunch of keys and handed it to Zhuang Xianyu.

"Okay, you get busy first, I'll take a look." Zhuang Xianyu hurriedly took the key and replied.

The old lady walked out of the room on crutches and helped Zhuang Xianyu close the door of the room by the way.

Seeing the old lady walk out of the room, Zhuang Xianyu cautiously walked to the door and looked out with the cat's eye.

I saw the old lady walking towards the staircase, and suddenly turned her head as if she felt something, and hooked the corners of her lips at Zhuang Xianyu's room, revealing a somewhat strange smile.

Zhuang Xianyu suddenly dodged from the cat's eye, waited for a few seconds, and when he lay down at the cat's eye and looked out, he saw that the old lady was no longer outside. The doors of the corridor opened at the same time, and several old men with sparse gray hair came out of the room, and several old men glanced at the staircase in unison, and at the same time closed the door fiercely.

Maybe the door closes too loudly and wakes up the child. In room 311 next to Zhuang Xianyu, there was a sudden burst of baby crying, and then a gentle female voice came out, the female voice hummed a soft tone, and after a while, the baby's crying stopped under this soft tone.

Zhuang Xianyu turned around and walked into the room, threw the key on the bedside table, and then threw himself on the bed, some of the old beds creaked overwhelmed.