"Hello, may I ask, is this No. 18, Building B, No. 1618 Binnan Road?
Jiang Li didn't even raise his head. His two slightly pale hands that rarely basked in the sun were typing on the keyboard quickly, and he answered smoothly: "The room number is correct, but the house number is wrong. This is No. 1816."
." Even when he was answering the question, he did not raise his head to look at it. For him, time was precious.
"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's okay. Uh?!" Jiang Li's hands, which could type eighty characters in a minute, suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked behind him. The door was closed and no one was there.
Taking off his broken leg and taping it with transparent tape, Jiang Li rubbed his eyes and shook his head helplessly. His hair, which had not been cut for more than two months, shook like a rattle as his head shook.
Swing it left and right, and in the sun, throw out a bunch of white stuff that flies up and down with the airflow. This is dandruff.[
Jiang Li is busy typing every day. He never gets enough sleep, nor does he sleep regularly, so his endocrine system is somewhat uncoordinated. He has a lot of dandruff all the time, and washing his hair every day doesn't work. There is no way, in order to make a living,
He had to work hard, coding was his only source of income, at least 6,000 words a day, but in the end, he only got one word every day. He was tired, not from typing, but from his brain and thinking about the plot. He was not a fast player, but had
Sometimes I really envy those people who can update tens of thousands of words a day, and I wonder if their brains are full of words.
After finishing coding this volume, you must have a good rest. This has caused auditory hallucinations. If you don't rest, you may even have hallucinations. Jiang Li secretly made up his mind. The body, the capital of the revolution, has been shaken again.
Shaking his head, he quickly threw what had just happened behind him. For him, the top priority right now was to complete the task quickly.
After working for several hours, I finally completed today's task. Jiang Li stretched out comfortably, checked it quickly, corrected a few typos, clicked the mouse a few times, copied, uploaded, published, and wrote today.
It went relatively smoothly, at least several hours earlier than he expected. He has been accustomed to writing things in one go since he was a child. Even for college entrance examination essays, he does not draft them. He writes them directly on the paper after thinking about it.
I wonder if one day, when I become famous, someone will find out that I have no draft and say that I hired someone to write it for me? I am a serious person who has never drafted or written a manuscript. Jiang Li wrote, and then
He rubbed his nose mockingly again, he was so successful and famous, but now he can’t even eat enough, so he should focus on the present first.
He turned off the computer and looked at the time. It was lunch time. This was the fastest day since he coded. In the past, he usually had to wait until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening to complete the code. Today, old man Wenqu took great care of him and gave him enough money in advance.
I was inspired, and for the first time I completed 6,000 words at noon. It seems that after dinner, I can write at least one or two more chapters, and I will also save some manuscripts to show off in the group.
In one afternoon, well, I would go to eat first, get a haircut after the meal, and then go get a new pair of eyes. It would only take less than two hours. It was still a lot of time. It was the first time I had an extra pair of eyes.
With time at his disposal, Jiang Li suddenly felt relaxed.
"Hello, may I ask, is this No. 18, Building B, No. 1618, Binnan Road?" Just as Jiang Li packed up his things, took off the pajamas he wore at home, and was about to put on his only set of decent clothes and go out.
At that moment, the previous voice sounded again.
Look at the door, it's still closed, and it's locked from the inside. It's impossible for outsiders to open the door and come in. I run a few steps to look at the bathroom. No one is there. I turn back and look outside. There's no one either. Eighteen
Who can climb up the floor?
It seems that I really had an auditory hallucination. Forget it, I won’t write anymore in the afternoon. Let’s take a good rest. I haven’t visited Gulangyu Island for a long time. I heard that in the future, there will be a ticket fee for going to the island. It’s nearly 100 yuan. I have to hurry up and go again.
Let’s go shopping. Later, we won’t have that much money to go there. That’s a week’s worth of food.
Jiang Li made up his mind and took a look at the weather. The weather forecast said it might rain in the afternoon. Looking at the old house in the rain should have a different smell, but the computer was nearby. It would be miserable if it got caught in the rain. So he closed the door and looked at the old house from the computer desk.
From the drying box next to him, he took out his most valuable possessions besides his computer, a digital SLR, and planned to go to Gulangyu Island in the afternoon to relax and take some pictures of the beautiful scenery. Those old houses will never get tired of them.
"Hello, please, is this No. 18, Building B, No. 1618 Binnan Road?"
Jiang Li suddenly seemed to have been immobilized. He bent over, holding on to the computer desk with one hand, and reaching into the newly opened drying box with the other hand. He remained motionless, his face turned pale, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.
came out.
It's not an auditory hallucination, it definitely isn't. There are three questions before and after them. Although they have the same meaning, there are one or two subtle differences in the words. Moreover, Jiang Li's stooped standing posture can just pass through the gap between his legs.
This single apartment with only one bathroom and the kitchen and living room are connected together. Every corner is noticed. The door is closed, no problem. The bathroom door was closed just now, and it is still closed now, of course.
no problem.
The problem lies in the blank wall next to the door. Jiang Li can see that there seems to be a bulging bag on the wall. The bulging bag is the outline of a person, but it is vague, as if it is a roughly processed bag.
The outline of the relief carving only looks like a person. The person is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, and is embedded on the wall. Jiang Li can clearly see that the "person" is holding something like a box in his left hand.
It is a square thing. The box is also half-mounted on the wall. It is not big, probably more than 20 centimeters. It is very similar to the extremely expensive parcel cartons provided to people in the post office. The box is like the original
Just on that wall, it was completely white. If the landlord came over at this time, he would definitely think that Jiang Li had changed his career and wanted to be a sculptor. He had performed surgery on his wall and wanted to carve portraits, and he was still young.
Achievements, well-proportioned. If he really sees this, he will persuade Jiang Li to switch to sculpture instead of sitting in front of the computer every day piling up words.
After being stunned for a long time, Jiang Li spit out with great difficulty: "This is No. 1816."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I made a mistake again and disturbed you." Following the voice, Jiang Li saw the outline of the human figure slowly sinking into the wall. After a few seconds, the wall, still a wall, remained as flat as before.
"Ta!" A drop of sweat finally ran down Jiang Li's hair and dripped onto the floor. On the 18th floor, the sound of cars driving on the street below was blocked out by the soundproof glass. The room was very quiet, and the sweat dripped onto the tiles.
There seemed to be a slight sound on the floor, which woke Jiang Li up from his freeze.
Wall penetration!
The first thing that came to Jiang Li's mind was this word. Is there really a way to walk through walls in this world? Or is he really hallucinating? Fantasy? [
Are you kidding? I'm a complete materialist. I'd better go to the hospital and maybe see a psychiatrist? Jiang Li shook his head habitually, leaving a cloud of dandruff flying in the air.
He closed the door and left.
The heartless Jiang Li ate a big plate at the Lanzhou Ramen restaurant downstairs. He asked the boss to add more free meat sauce and green vegetables, and poured a lot of spicy oil on the ramen. The boss watched with gritted teeth and then left it.
I forgot all about what happened just now. The owner of Lanzhou Ramen Restaurant is very afraid of Jiang Lilai. Every time he orders a large plate of ramen, it costs seven yuan, but the spicy oil on it costs at least one or two yuan, and there is an extra
Ask for more sauce and add more vegetables, which equals this plate of noodles. In Ludao City, where land is expensive and shop rent is expensive, Jiang Li barely makes any money, but the customer is God, and in front of so many other customers
face, so the only thing I can do is knock out my teeth and swallow the blood.
Jiang Li didn't know that the owner of the Lanzhou Ramen restaurant who greeted him with a smile every day was praying for Jiang Li to move as soon as possible so that he wouldn't patronize his shop all the time. At this time, he was humming a little tune and heading to a small shop.
An optical shop off Zhan Road was going to replace the glasses on the bridge of my nose that had been used for many years. The temples were broken, a lot of paint had peeled off, and the lenses were somewhat stained.
Today is not the weekend, and it is noon. Except for a pair of flirting and flirting young male and female clerks, there is no one else in the optical shop closest to Jiang Li's home. Seeing Jiang Li enter the store, the female clerk rolled her eyes and turned her back.
Facing the store door, the male clerk who was about to touch her glanced at her and said softly: "Death, a customer is here." Then he twisted towards Jiang Li and said, "Hello, welcome."
For her, it's okay to play with ambiguity, but it's not okay to use hands or feet, at least not in broad daylight.
Jiang Li didn't see the male clerk's blazing eyes staring at him unhappily. He swallowed and looked away from the female clerk's trembling and turbulent breasts as she walked up and down the stage.
He moved away, thought for a long time and remembered the purpose of coming here, and said: "I want to get a pair of glasses."
The female clerk puffed up her chest proudly. She was very satisfied with Jiang Li's performance, and her voice became sweeter: "Do you need an optometry?"
"I want it." Although Jiang Li looked away, his glances from time to time could not escape the eyes of the female clerk. With a smile on her lips, she secretly glanced at the girl standing next to her from behind.
The male clerk's face turned, his buttocks twisted quietly, avoiding the hands that secretly stretched out from below, and he called to Jiang Li: "Would you like to choose the frames and lenses first, or have your eyes checked first?"
"Are there any events recently?" Jiang Li knew the rules of this chain of optical stores. Even if there are events, they would not proactively inform customers. Only regular customers or members can enjoy this kind of treatment. Ordinary customers will pretend to be just as long as they don't ask.