Standing in the foyer, it took me a long time to make sure I was going through the wrong door. After that, I hesitantly affirmed that this was my home. The reason why I am sure is because first of all, the key is crossed into the keyhole very well, and the collision of these two things is like a tacit understanding of an old couple living a life with a surname. Besides, when I stepped into the building a few minutes ago, everything was still the same, the floor had not been cleaned for a long time, the dust on it seemed to be a thick layer of snow, and the snow-white walls were littered with the footprints of some people venting their anger and the random graffiti of the street artist upstairs from me. The building had an elevator, but I hardly sat on it, for I didn't quite believe in its safety, and in the few days I've been here, this lovely guy had imprisoned people in it several times, and since there was no emergency call device, one of them spent the whole night inside.

I climbed up the stairs to the 7th floor where I lived, and the whole process, I almost closed my eyes, and I had no strength to toss through a series of things just now, and I groped my way up in the dark according to my previous intuition. I remember what would appear around every corner, old clothes boxes, broken flower pots, old, cheap furniture, all of which were clearly recognizable in my mind, making it easy and accurate for me to avoid things that didn't belong here, even without looking at my feet. On the 4th floor, I also greeted my neighbour, whom I knew well, and who, like me, was a small clerk of the company, who left his tiny dwelling every day in a neatly dressed and deceptive manner, and blended into the embrace of this opulent city with the smell of cheap perfume.

Not counting the tiniest details, just by this... It proved that this was indeed my home, but I still didn't have the courage to take a step. Because I hesitated because it didn't look like my place. The dark wood floors are as bright as a lake in the dark night, and the aroma of floor wax is still swirling in the air above. The cream-white furniture exudes a frugal style of calm and understatement, and the walls as far as the eye can see are several postmodernist-style oil paintings hanging irregularly. The chandelier overhead poured soft warm colors into the room, making me feel soft and happy. This is really the Scandinavian style that I have always longed for, and in my opinion, the frugal Scandinavian style is easier to clean than the previous complicated French style. I'm fed up with the troubles that carved furniture tends to hide dirt and dirt in me, a somewhat cleanliness fetish.

In addition to the changes in the decoration, another thing that puzzled me was the size, as far as I could see, it was already larger than the entire floor, and the height of the rooms was asymmetrical with the old building from decades ago, where the height of a building was almost two stories high. Where there are extensions beyond my eyes, there seems to be more space for me to explore. The open kitchen on the opposite side is large enough for an elephant to take a leisurely stroll. The large bar was filled with all sorts of metal utensils and furnishings so high that I couldn't afford any of them.

I was puzzled for a long time before I took a small tentative step, leaned out and looked deeper into the room, and more furniture appeared in front of me, and the sofa in the living room was wide enough for two pairs of adults*. There was music in my ears, and I listened carefully, it was an Italian opera, ethereal and transparent, the sound must be good, I thought.

"Mom? Have you been here? I asked softly.

My mother was a harder person than I was, and she often visited my place during the day when I was working, and diligently cleaned every corner of the room like a paid cleaner, and rearranged everything to her liking, without considering whether I could find it or not. Every time I go home, I am surprised to break into someone else's house. However, this time I don't quite believe that these are my mother's masterpieces.

I was startled by the opening of the door at the other end of the living room, and the little man I had met in the tavern, dressed in a black tuxedo, walked towards me very tangibly, his hair shining in the light of a diamond.

"Good evening, sir! Welcome home. The little man walked up to me and bowed tangentially. I hurriedly retracted the steps I had just taken, stared at him and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"I am your butler, sir, and I am responsible for everything you do in your residence."

"You're not in that restaurant...... I'm still not sure, and even though the old man told me that this is my world, I'm still a little uncomfortable with such a change.

The little man didn't mind my master's answer, and he leaned over and gestured, "Please come with me, sir, the bath water is ready for you." ”

He led me into the door he had just walked through, and on the other side of this door was a larger space, and what I had just seen was only a small part, a complex layout, a consistent décor, and there were doors everywhere, and I was led through a labyrinth of doors by him into a larger living room, and I was thinking that if all the furniture was removed, there would be a game of indoor soccer here, and what was happening in front of me was beyond the scope of my imagination, There are so many furniture items at my fingertips that I can't even think of what they can do. At the far end of the living room, I saw a staircase that stretched upwards, and the little man led me through the living room and straight up the stairs, his movements were quite interesting, his legs jumping up the stairs, and the amplitude was so large that the two hems of the tuxedo flew up and down with his steps, revealing his round ass.

The second floor was still spacious, and he opened a double-open door, pointed in, and said, "Your bedroom has arrived." ”

This room is the most simple bedroom I have ever seen, with black floors, white walls, only a large bed directly opposite is the only furniture here, the sheets are red, and there is an aura that is about to come out of the way slowly drifting towards me, making me inexplicably excited. The only thing that made me strange was that there was no light here, but where did the light source come from, it seemed that the whole room was a luminous body, and while I was still deducing this matter with what little scientific knowledge I had, the little man had already walked to the wall, and he reached the wall and pushed it gently, and a door appeared on the wall, and the door opened obediently, and he stood sideways in the door and said, "The bathroom has arrived." ”