The landlord's youngest daughter is called Miao Yutong (pseudonym), one year younger than me. She was studying in the No. 9 Middle School of Zongmu Lane, Xingqing District, Yinchuan City, which is the Old No. 9 Middle School. There is no school there anymore.
The hotel we stayed in was a three-story hotel. The landlord opened a small supermarket on the ground floor. Xiaomiao would help his father visit the supermarket after school. In addition to selling cigarettes, alcohol and snacks, the supermarket also had a business of renting DVDs.
Dou Yazai and I both love watching zombie movies starring Lin Zhengying. Every night we go to buy cigarettes and see Xiao Miao. Some of the new zombie movies are unopened and Xiao Miao doesn’t want to rent them. She’s afraid that we’ll mess with the discs and she won’t be able to spend money on the DVD player.
When reading the disk, it cannot be released.
Dou Sprout has tricks up his sleeve. This guy is very eloquent. He made Xiao Miao laugh in just a few words. Dou Sprout is obviously older than Xiao Miao, but he still calls her Sister Xiao Miao. After two visits, he gets to know her well. What kind of movie does Dou Sprout want to watch?
Xiaomiao would give it to me, and later Douyazai told me in a low voice that Xiaomiao was having a good relationship with her father behind his back.
I scolded Dou Sprout at that time, "How dare you, a tomb robber, dig holes, do this? Oh, I'm going to die! If her father finds out, he won't break your legs!"
Douyazai smiled and asked me to keep my head a secret. Isn't this because I couldn't help myself?
There was a video player in the boss's room, so Douyazai and I moved to another room with the boss.
The Ninth Middle School was on holiday that day, and I spent the whole night watching DVDs. It was already past 9 o'clock in the morning, and Dou Sprouts and I were still fast asleep. Xiao Miao didn't even know that he had come in. He bought Xiaolongbao for Dou Sprouts, and also
Help us clean up.
I usually sleep lightly, but those few days were too indulgent. I didn't open my eyes on the sofa until Xiaomiao made some noise.
Xiaomiao was sweeping the floor for us in the bedroom. There were a lot of cigarette butts and melon seed peels on the floor. I saw Xiaomiao cleaning under the bed. She lifted up the sheets and was messing with the packages under our bed.
There are several large bags under the bed, which contain Luoyang shovels, short-handled shovels, tent bags, flashlights and other tools, as well as the batch of goods we dug out in Blackwater City.
I woke up instantly and sat up from the sofa so fast that I almost peed myself.
"Don't move!" I ran over without even putting on my shoes and sat down on the bed in the bedroom.
I said loudly with a dark face: "Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in? I don't know if this is a private space. If you are so unqualified, are you a thief!"
In desperation, I scolded Xiaomiao with excessive words. She looked like she was about to cry after being wronged. Douyazai also woke up at this time. When he saw that my face was wrong, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
Douyazai pulled Xiaomiao into the living room and asked her what she was doing in the room.
"I...I came to deliver buns to you. When I saw how dirty your room was, I...just wanted to help sweep the floor."
Dou Sprout nodded, squinted his eyes and said, "You didn't see anything, right?"
Xiaomiao immediately shook her head and said she didn't see anything.
My face turned gloomy, knowing that Xiaomiao was lying.
If she says it's okay to see a few luggage bags, I'm afraid she won't say she didn't see anything.
"I...I'm leaving first." Xiaomiao turned around and wanted to run.
Dou Sprout grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
I ran to the bedroom and took a look, and sure enough I found that someone had moved the bag under the bed, because before the zipper on the backpack was zipped to the end, but now, the zipper was not zipped to the end, leaving about five centimeters unzipped.
Douyazai and I blocked Xiaomiao on the sofa, not daring to let her leave.
Dou Sprout scratched his scalp hard and asked me what to do.
I scolded: "It's all your fault for being too busy. If you didn't waste time, would she come and deliver you buns in the morning? If she didn't deliver buns, would she help us clean?"
