10. The partition wall has ears

Tian Xiaoman was full of apprehension, tiptoeing towards the corridor leading to the basement, the dim corridor was the medium that promoted his fantasies, and his mind was like acting in a movie, and suddenly appeared in the eyes of Meizi's heart-warming "hairy eyes" that often revealed pulses, and for a while Meizi's plump and graceful soul-inducing figure appeared, and for a while it was Meizi's round and wide inexplicable, I don't know why there are many wider buttocks than ordinary women.

Ever since he discovered Meizi's round and eye-catching buttocks, he has thought about how my IQ and EQ always lag behind Wang!

Tian Xiaoman sat on the stiff sofa after dinner, looking at his wife Yan Yuping, who was busy in the kitchen, thinking nonsense. Occasionally, the wife who surrounded the big circle walked in front of her, thinking that she was already the back of Yan Yuping, who was already the mother of two children, wondering how to see the figure of the parents, the buttocks were round, wide and elastic, my wife is still the same as before the marriage, the hips and buttocks are still not swollen, the crotch and waist are basically the same size, it seems that I don't have that fate! Hey, good people don't fight with fate! Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh.

Hearing her husband's long sighs, Yan Yuping thought that her husband had encountered something unpleasant at work in the unit, and after cleaning up the kitchen, she affectionately said by her husband's side:

"When you get home, don't think about those unhappy things, everyone in this world will inevitably encounter temporary difficulties that are difficult to solve, otherwise what do you and I want to do! Besides, what a good person Director Wang is in your department, he treats people kindly and sympathizes with Dali, we have a lot of help when we are in trouble, and if we ask for more information, we will not suffer again. ”

Yan Yuping's heartfelt words somewhat pried away the depression in Tian Xiaoman's heart, he stretched out his arm and took his wife in his arms, kissed his wife's thin ruddy lips and said:

"Rest assured, my wife won't have anything to do, don't you know after so many years! I haven't had anything happen to Lao Tian at work, and basically it's been smooth sailing. He knew that as soon as his wife encountered something and problems at work, he would read it all over and over again when he came home, and he couldn't pretend to be in his heart, and sometimes he couldn't sleep in bed tossing and turning.

After speaking, he stood up and patted his wife on the shoulder and said, "I'll go to the children's room to see how they are doing their homework and help answer any questions." Tian Xiaoman, who turned around, couldn't help but laugh coldly in his heart: Hmph! He is a kind and sympathetic person, and ordinary people are so common that "rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest", and he doesn't even let go of the women around him.

In short, walking in the dim corridor, my mind is full of unwarranted conjectures about Wang Qingquan and Meizi being together in that small warehouse. This conjecture did have a strong attraction for him, like a very attractive movie, which attracted him, and walked unobediedly towards the stairwell to the storeroom.

Walking in the quiet and cold corridor, the echo of the dim "click, click, click" footsteps is so clear, it can't help but make people feel a little creepy, making you have a kind of never, as if walking in a dark and dark paradise without sunlight, and you can't help but have an illusion in your heart: there seem to be countless eyes around you blinking and peeping at you.

Occasionally, the people who came to him greeted him warmly: "Director Tian!" Tian Xiaoman didn't seem to hear it, still lowered his head, and his footsteps didn't mean to stop. When he walked to the door of the Party Committee Office of the Material Department, a voice that felt both familiar and unfamiliar stopped him: "Director Tian, Director Tian, I'm looking for you!" Wang Changxing, the slender office secretary, stretched out his hand and grabbed Tian Xiaoman, who was about to continue walking.

"Director Tian, where are you going, in such a hurry. Secretary Xu of the Party Committee asked me to find you, because it was about the development of new party members in our department. ”

Wang Changxing pushed his old dark purple eyes upwards with his hand, and looked at Tian Xiaoman, who was absent-minded and lost his soul. At this time, Tian Xiaoman seemed to come back to his senses, his nervousness relaxed slightly, and he realized that he was the leader of the party group.

"Well, I know! I'll be back right away, you wait for me in the office for a while, I'll be back when I go!" After speaking, he raised his leg and walked away, just like Secretary Wang.

Wang Changxing looked at Tian Xiaoman, who hurriedly walked past him, and thought to himself what urgent matter he had! Secretary Xu was still waiting for the list of dignitaries! He subconsciously rubbed his stomach, this stomach disease has been with him for more than ten years, that is, this stomach is always uncomfortable, and he will regurgitate after eating. This is an old problem, how many times I have been to the hospital to see it has not been good, gastroscopy has also been done, the diagnosis is superficial atrophic gastritis, the doctor prescribed him a lot of lion's mane tablets, and he still eats good and bad.

"Director Tian, where are you going, wow, our office is on the east side!" Wang Changxing reminded him.

"I'll go to the storeroom and I'll be back in a moment. ”

The voice was so low that even he could hardly hear it, looking at the scene of Tian Xiaomanshen's shallow foot shaking his body, Wang Changxing felt that his behavior today was a little strange, was he not feeling well, and he had to go to the warehouse to check and get things. Wang Changxing hurriedly said:

"Director Tian, or I'll go with you! ”

This sentence woke up Tian Xiaoman, who was in a deep fog, like thunder, and at the same time sweated slightly. Tian Xiaoman hurriedly waved his hand and resolutely rejected Wang Changxing's kindness:

"No, no, you can go back to the office and wait for me!

Tian Xiaoman is deeply entangled in feelings and can't extricate himself, although he and Wang Qingquan are superiors and subordinates, but after all, they have been together for several years, and they still know more about Wang Qingquan's behavior, and his character has been recognized and respected by Tian Xiaoman. Not only for Tian Xiaoman, but also for other colleagues, I feel that Wang Qingquan has always been serious in his work, meticulous in handling problems, frugal in life, and has never had a fork in life and emotional issues, according to today's words: There have been no scandals. He is a very traditional man in his bones, and his greatest characteristic is that he has always been cautious in his words and deeds.

As he walked, he thought, didn't Director Wang say that he would come back in a short time? Why haven't I seen him come up from the warehouse for so long! Looking at the watch on his wrist for more than 10 minutes, all the doubts came to his brain, which was not sufficient for the time being.

As soon as he thought of this, his heart became heavier and heavier, and his heart kept beating suddenly, and he followed the staircase and walkway, using the trick of "lifting his feet high and stepping lightly" used by those who practiced martial arts in ancient books, for fear that the footsteps would expose him.

As he approached the basement landing floor, his steps became lighter, and he felt as if he was a detective doing something remarkable, and at the same time a terrible wandering ghost in the dark, doing the unspeakable act of snooping on other people's privacy. On the one hand, he was driven by curiosity to find out, and on the other hand, it was also to confirm his great judgment that led him to the large black iron door of the storeroom.

When he crept to the big crimson heavy iron door of the storeroom, this door was all too familiar, it was the two rooms he chose as the storeroom, it was he who cleaned the dusty and cobweb-covered walls, broom by broom, the crimson fire door was the lock he installed on the door, and the subsequent management and so on all poured his heart and soul into it.

Now all this has disappeared from his eyes, and everything belongs to that woman, the woman Wang Qingquan likes. They swaggered back and forth between Suishi and the capital in pairs, and there is no morality in this, hmph, don't think that no one pokes your backbone behind your back.

When he stood firmly in front of the door of the storeroom, he was stunned, and the door did not close completely, because the iron fire door had been slightly deformed over time, and in addition to its bulk, it was also very heavy. The gate was open outward, and the thick latch was still installed and welded by him and the workers, although it was a bit of a violation of the fire protection system.

The crack in the door is relatively large, and the air flow in the room is sprayed out one by one under the action of air pressure, mixed with moldy and damp gas. Tian Xiaoman gently approached the big crimson iron door that was not tightly closed, the damp and moldy air currents blowing his poor and scarce hair, he struggled to suppress the beating heart, and after holding his breath, he heard it completely, and clearly heard the continuous moaning of the plum from inside, and seemed to hear the gentle impact of the bed against the wall.

He suddenly remembered that the single wooden bed was placed by him, and was not placed against the wall! He remembered that the wooden bed and several other folding beds were purchased by the material department for the personnel on duty at various points when the earthquake occurred in Suishi at that time.

It must have been her, it was Li Dongmei who put the wooden bed against the wall when she rearranged it, it must have been the head of the bed against the south wall, and he reasoned like a staff officer on the battlefield. This woman is not ordinary, looking heartless and lungless to do this unexpected thing, it is not comparable to ordinary women, and now she dares to arrange for herself to be a marriage bed, if it is really like this, it is too shameful.

Tian Xiaoman only felt that his head was getting bigger with a "bang", which made him so uncomfortable, as if there was an invisible hoop tightly restraining his blood-filled head. The brain went blank, and the EEG turned into a screen full of snowflakes. Wang Qingquan's good-looking face became distorted and ugly.

Li Dongmei's "hairy eyes" that people associate and love when they see it instantly lose their attractive brilliance. Still not believing his hearing, he slammed his jaw so hard that he almost didn't scream because of the pain he was exerting too much.

At this moment, it seemed that a woman's voice of "oh, oh, oh" was heard inside. This voice prompted Tian Xiaoman to quickly feel his mouth dry and his blood rushed to the top of his head, and everything was completely clear. He, Tian Xiaoman no longer had to continue to stand outside this big iron gate, standing guard there like a guard.

Confused, pounding, and his legs were weak and he wanted to leave, but he almost tripped over the raised concrete steps, and his body hit the dusty white wall heavily, and his feet also fell heavily on the ground with a "bang" sound. This fall woke Tian Xiaoman up completely, and although his ankle was slightly painful, he escaped from the basement that made him lose his soul like a rabbit.

Frightened, he returned to his office, sat there panting, and stared straight out the window at the dry branches of the north wind, which were swaying and lifeless, and which were not liking, and those dry branches that were swaying back and forth by the wind seemed to be the ones his old friend who looked down every day and did not look up, and could not be more familiar. Today, when they saw Tian Xiaoman so embarrassed, they smiled proudly and shook their heads.

The more Tian Xiaoman looked at it, the more angry he became, he raised his hand and slapped it on the table with a "snap" and scolded secretly: Lao Tzu is not yet your turn to laugh at these dogs, and one day Lao Tzu will chop all of you and burn them as firewood to relieve the anger in my heart. But just now, he really looked as if he had just escaped from hell and returned to the world, and he was embarrassed and frightened.

He raised his hand to pick up the tea jar, raised his head and poured the cold tea into his throat, "Goodong, Goodong, Goodong" The herbal tea turned over in the esophagus and fell into the stomach, and then he exhaled a long breath with enough strength, banged on the table with a clenched fist, gritted his teeth fiercely, and seemed to scream and roar:

"What's going on these days, are there still good people in the world!"