Before the cigarette in his hand was burned out, there was a knock on the door.
"So fast?" I was a little surprised by the delivery boy's speed. I immediately walked out of the room and opened the door. Because I live alone, I usually only turn on the lights in my own room, so the living room is also dark. The community where I live is a resettlement building.
There was no property owner for the house, and the light in the corridor was broken and had not been repaired for a long time, so the room was dark inside and outside.
"Hello, your takeaway has arrived!"
A sweet voice came to my ears. For me, a veteran, this kind of voice is enough to make me excited.
"She must be a beauty!" I thought secretly in my heart, but the lights here were dim. I could only hear voices, but I couldn't see anyone! I began to resent the blind man for breaking the lights in the corridor.
It makes me unable to see the beauty.
The beautiful woman handed the takeaway into my hand. In the dark, I accidentally touched the beautiful woman's hand, which felt cool.
"Sorry there are no lights here! Be careful when you go downstairs!"
The beauty seemed to be resisting, and she immediately retracted her hand the moment I touched it. I could vaguely hear her rapid breathing in the darkness.
The beauty turned around and walked towards the stairs. I couldn't see her face clearly in the darkness, but I could vaguely see a black shadow with graceful lines.
I had no choice but to sigh. Maybe it was because I hadn’t talked to a woman for a long time. Instead of closing the door as usual, I stood at the door for a while until the blurry black shadow in my vision gradually disappeared. Then I turned around and walked in.
Room.
Feeling the warmth of the takeaway in my hand, I suddenly froze and stopped. My body couldn't help but become alert, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over my body.
The woman just now made no sound when she came downstairs! No sound at all! I thought about it carefully, and the scene just now was rolling in my mind.
I was stunned in place for a moment. The stairs were made of cement. Usually when I went downstairs, there was a thumping sound. She went downstairs so fast. Unless I was deaf! Otherwise, it would be impossible not to hear the sound.
This was so weird, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
Just when I was about to walk back to the bedroom, the cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang.
"Who called me?" My usual social circle is very small. Except for scammers, few people take the initiative to call me.
"Unfamiliar number!"
After hesitating for a while, I answered the phone.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Du, the beef noodles you ordered are no longer available. Can you try something else?"
A man's voice came from the phone.
"Are you a takeaway?" I couldn't help but frown.
"Yeah, do you think you should start the order or cancel the order?" The man was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.
"Yes, but someone clearly sent it to me just now! She is still a beauty!"
"Mr. Du, you must have made a mistake. Your beef noodles haven't been cooked yet! Besides, the delivery guy in our store is a guy! You must have made a mistake! I'd better cancel the order for you!"
After the man finished speaking, he hung up the phone. I vaguely heard the man curse in a low voice, "Crazy!"
I just wanted to yell back, but the call was already hung up.
I turned on the light in the living room, put the takeout on the table, lit a cigarette, and started smoking in frustration. At this moment, I no longer felt hungry in my stomach, and I just stared at the takeout on the table in trance.
Maybe it's because of my career, but various pictures kept rolling through my mind, some of which were plots I'd been thinking about, and some of which were pictures I'd seen in movies.
The lunch box delivered by that weird woman is not just a lunch box in my eyes, but more like a magical Pandora's box. When I open it, a delicious dinner may appear, or a bunch of disgusting bugs may appear.
I sighed and decided to open it and take a look!
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was a heavy banging on the door in the room.
"Who?" I asked nervously.
"It's me, the landlord!" A woman's strong voice came from outside the door.
"Here it comes! Here it comes!" I wiped the sweat from my forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that I was really too nervous.
I opened the door, and an angry face of the landlord appeared outside. The landlord looked like he had just taken a shower, and his hair was wet. If the landlord had a cigarette in his mouth, it would look like something out of a Stephen Chow movie.
The housekeeper here.
The landlord glared at me fiercely, then stretched out his strong palm like a black bear and pushed me away!
Then I rushed into the living room. I didn't know where the landlord got such strength. She pushed me, a young man in his twenties, back several steps.
The landlord sat down on the sofa, pointed at me angrily and said, 'Come here!'
I poured a glass of water and handed it to the landlord: "Auntie, don't be angry. Anger easily causes wrinkles! Come and drink a glass of water to calm down!"
I really doubt that these words came from my mouth.
The landlord looked at me strangely, but he still drank all the water in the cup.
"It's useless for you to flatter me!"
The landlord burped and continued: 'When will your rent be paid?'
"Auntie, please give me a few more days. When my script fee is settled, I will definitely pay it! Can you give me a few more days!" From the moment the landlord came in angrily, I knew the purpose of the landlord's visit. In addition to collecting rent, the landlord
I rarely come here usually.
"Script fee!"
As soon as the landlord heard what I said, he immediately jumped up from the sofa as if his tail had been stepped on, waving his fingers, spitting from his mouth and accusing me.
"Do you really think of yourself as a writer? Pay back the script fee! If you don't pay the rent today, I will kill you!"
I lowered my head and allowed myself to be attacked by the landlord's sonic waves and spit. I knew the landlord's temper. I could only calm down and talk to her after she vented her anger. Talking back to her was tantamount to seeking death!
I didn’t even hear what the landlord was saying, and I didn’t want to hear what she was saying. I had no choice but to ask her to be the landlord. If I talked back to her, the landlord would definitely throw my clothes and bedding on the street.
on.
The landlord seemed to have finished venting his anger and sat on the sofa again.
I brought another glass of water and handed it to the landlord: "Auntie, you are tired, come and drink water!"
"I want to hold myself up to death, don't I!" The landlady pushed the water glass I handed her away. I lost my balance and the water glass fell to the ground, shattering the glass everywhere.
Suddenly there was a squeaking sound coming from the next door. The sound was very harsh, like scratching on the wall with claws. I was allergic to this kind of sound, and goosebumps immediately appeared on my body!