Life went on in an orderly manner, and soon I was able to get paid, soon I rented a house, and soon I moved out of the school dormitory. In order to thank the instructor for her tolerance, I bought a large fruit basket and gave it to her. The instructor was crying and laughing that day, and he really couldn't imagine that I could move out so quickly, and he wanted to wish me a bright future, just like when I held a watermelon and blocked her door when I graduated.

In the four years of college, I have a course that has been failing, when I am about to graduate, I am worried that I will not be able to finish my studies, so I hold a watermelon every day and block the door of the instructor's house, and then the instructor was so grinding that I couldn't cry and laugh and promised to give me make-up classes, I can successfully graduate is indeed her credit, so after work, I sometimes buy some gifts online for her.

The house I rented on the edge of the Fen River, on the 26th floor, is a three-bedroom house that has been renovated and divided into four small one-bedroom apartments, with little space, just enough to put down a bed, a sofa, a coffee table and a wardrobe. My room is separated from the original living room, with a large balcony, and there is a set of rattan tea tables and tea chairs on the balcony, I am particularly satisfied with this, I make a cup of coffee when I am free, and sit on the rattan chair on the balcony to enjoy the "sea view" commonly known as Taiyuan people, which is also quite pleasant.

On the day I moved, I called my mom and wanted to brag about it, but as soon as the phone was connected, I heard my mom's anxious voice saying that I would call you later, and the sweet potatoes in the field were stolen. With the beeping sound on the other end of the phone, I was stunned for a moment, I remember that our family is an ordinary salaryman, when did we farm the land? Could it be that my parents have been hiding something from me? With these questions, I called again, showing that the other party refused. What is the situation in my heart? Could it be that my family is a legendary landowner? Then I am not the son of a local owner's family, so what kind of work do I have?

I waited anxiously for more than 20 minutes or so, my mother finally called, and the result was completely different from what I thought. If you are ready to brag, you have no interest in saying it, and after a cold and warm meal, it can be summed up in one sentence, go home and live, what is good outside, don't keep thinking about it at home. I pity my parents all over the world, but I need to be free. I gave a brief update on the situation, hung up the phone, and started cleaning the room.

After cleaning the bed and preparing to lay out my futon, I found that someone wrote a sentence on the wall next to the bed with a black gel pen: "Migrant workers, working souls, working people must be human beings! It is estimated that the chicken blood written by the former tenants in order to encourage themselves has not been erased, maybe I also want to motivate myself.

The people who live here are all migrant workers, and they usually leave early and return late, or go out late and return early, and they have very little time to take pictures. If they all rest that day, everyone will come back in their own rooms.

After cleaning the room, I went out with garbage and waited for the elevator in the elevator room, and out of the elevator came a very fashionable beautiful woman, with long hair braided and a lot of braids, thick makeup, wearing a red sweatshirt and a pair of ultra-short jeans, and half of her buttocks could be vaguely seen. I smiled politely at her and leaned sideways to give way. The beautiful woman took out her mobile phone with a blank face, looked down at the phone and walked into the house I rented, I guess it should also be a tenant here.

When I came back after throwing out the garbage, I saw a man come out of the big bed, smiled at me, greeted me warmly, and stepped forward to take out a cigarette to hand it to me, I said I didn't smoke, the man was a little embarrassed and said that he was selling insurance, and then I also politely told him my occupation. Then some of them said a few words, and then they went back to their houses.

It was about three or four o'clock in the morning when I was awakened by the sound of a quarrel, a man and a woman yelling loudly, accompanied by the sound of glass falling to the floor.

The man said you listen to my explanation, and the woman said I don't listen, I don't listen. The man said we really don't have anything. The woman said that you are still quibbling, and I have seen it......

The voice came from the large second bedroom, because I could hear the man's voice, which was the one who sold insurance. It may be that I was too tired from moving, and the sound in my ears became quieter and quieter until it disappeared and I fell asleep again. I don't know how long it took, but I felt the urge to urinate, so I dragged my tired body and walked out to the toilet in a daze.

Except for the master bedroom with a separate bathroom, the other tenants share a bathroom from the original living room. When I walked to the second bedroom, I heard that the sound of the quarrel had changed from the previous to the sound of venting lust, and it was really a youth with nowhere to put it.

When will I be able to live such a couple life, I mean the second half, thinking that I pushed open the bathroom door, a female voice shouted, and I suddenly saw a woman in silk suspender pajamas sitting on the toilet in front of me, all kinds of white flowers, I said sorry, and quickly closed the door.

The poor sound insulation of the partition room makes people happy and sad, and the joy is that you can hear some low and penetrating female soft hums, as if it is the original sound in the love action movie, which makes people constantly fake it. I must admit that at first I was quite happy to hear such a beautiful sound, but after a long time, it was a little troublesome, everyone should understand, that feeling is like a sudden itch somewhere in the body, you want to scratch but you don't know where to scratch, and then you are physically and mentally exhausted.

The big second bedroom is okay, there will be no love action if there is no quarrel, which may also be the way they communicate in love. The people in the small secondary bedroom are quiet, and maybe a single person like me. The most powerful is especially the couple in the master bedroom, almost every day is full of passion, and every time they turn on the music, open to their own deafening, in fact, the people outside can hear clearly, it is really a wave of waves, splashing constantly, I estimate that if it were not for the wall and partition blocking, this place would have been flooded.

Whether you listen to it or not, those sounds will burrow into your ears, like a monster that sucks essence, day and night, until death.

When I went to work, Wang Wenjie said that I had been a little haggard recently, and told me that even if I am a young person, I must know how to control myself. I ran to the bathroom to take a closer look at myself in the mirror, and it was indeed a bit badly damaged, so I cursed those roommates who were full of energy every day when I washed my face with cold water, and finally it was brother and sister.