Jiang Yan gently knocked on the door of Room 601, "Here we come!" A slightly childish voice came from inside the door. The door opened slightly, and a petite figure with short hair and a pair of short horns on his head came out. brain.
She stared at Jiang Yan's face with watery eyes. After a moment, she asked in a low voice: "Is this...Mr. Jiang Yan?"
"It's me." Jiang Yan was startled by the sudden appearance of this loli. Her facial features were quite similar to those of the landlady he had just met. Except for her softer voice and Shen Mo's cold tone, it was very different. This little girl is simply a smaller version of Shen Mo.
"Hello, my name is Shen Xuan." The little girl opened the door and politely introduced herself to Jiang Yan. "Sister said not to let the bad guys in, and let me see clearly before opening the door."
"This is a good habit. So, does this mean she told you about renting a house?"
"Well, she said that a man with messy hair would come to rent a house this morning and asked me to identify him..."
Jiang Yan scratched his face in embarrassment: "My hair has been washed anyway...is it messy?"
"Maybe... a little bit." Shen Xuanwu looked directly at Jiang Yan again and whispered: "Please come in."
Shen Xuan turned sideways to make way - although she wouldn't occupy much space in the entrance hall even if she didn't turn sideways: her thin body makes people wonder whether she has a normal weight.
Although her appearance and Shen Mo's appearance are almost carved from the same mold, Shen Xuan and her sister give people a different first impression of being quite straightforward and resolute. Her movements are a bit timid, and her voice is unclear whether it is intentional or not. He put it down very lightly. In addition, he dodged and did not look directly at others, giving people a submissive impression.
Jiang Yan stepped into the door and heard noises from the kitchen. It should be Shen Mo making breakfast. He looked at the wall clock again: he had only gotten off work not long ago, and the two sisters got up really early.
"Xuan, how many times have I told you, there is no need for children to get up so early, you should sleep more..." Hearing the noise in the living room, Shen Mo walked out of the kitchen, with one hand on his waist and beautiful eyebrows Wrinkled, as if angry at his sister.
"...I know, sister." The little Sakaz girl curled up her neck like a kitten that made a mistake and replied softly. Shen Mo glanced at Jiang Yan, who was standing beside her, and asked:
"get off work?"
Jiang Shao stammered: "Ah, well, I just got off work."
Looking at Shen Mo who put on an apron and tied her long hair back, Jiang Yan was a little dazed for a moment, not knowing whether he should look directly into her eyes. This girl next door was dressed in the same way as the cold-faced girl who was full of gunpowder yesterday. I really can't make contact.
Shen Mo didn't notice his embarrassment, shrugged disapprovingly, and looked at the wall clock: "Have you had your morning tea? If you want to have breakfast, please wait a moment.
Jiang Yan really couldn't stand this life-like outfit and quietly looked away: "I'll trouble you then." Shen Mo hummed in reply and turned back to the kitchen again. Shen Xuan also trotted all the way back to her kitchen. Jiang Yan was the only one left in the room and living room.
Jiang Yan was wondering where to sit and wait, so he decided to take a look at the room Shen Mo said he wanted to rent to him. He looked towards the back of the living room and found a slightly weird table on the other side of his room.
The incense in the small incense burner has not yet burned out, and the green smoke is swirling and rising, as if they have just woken up and are very quiet. Jiang Yan walked to the table and saw two tablets enshrined on it, but no names were written on them.
...Really? Jiang Shao seemed to have vaguely guessed something, but he was not sure and felt a little depressed. Looking at a futon in front of the shrine, Jiang Shao knelt down gently.
He lowered his head, was silent for a while, and said softly: "...Excuse me."
He had never been to a home where spiritual tablets were kept, but he had learned some common sense in this area when he was in school. In his impression, statues dedicated to gods should be placed against the wall, but those of ancestors could not be placed. There are also many differences between tablets and sacred tablets.
Big difference, and the one in front of me is obviously a spiritual tablet.
Unfortunately, his knowledge reserve ends here: because there is no such need, he has never learned what is better to do at this time. If he is not a close person, can he worship and how should he worship——
But Jiang Yan instinctively felt that it would be very rude if he didn't bow to him after seeing him.
They are still so young... Jiang Yan looked at the coffin silently. He could see that someone had cleaned the table frequently, and there was no dust at all. But time still left its mark on it: the aging of some parts was obvious, and this was natural.
It will only be left in some years.
Not sure if he was responding to him, a small gust of wind blew from the window, stirring the cigarette for a while. Only then did Jiang Yan notice the small red lantern hanging on the corner, which also swayed with the wind.
Is it appropriate to put on a stick of incense? Jiang Yan was confused, not knowing whether it was appropriate or not, and the incense in the incense burner has not burned out yet...
Jiang Yan's eyes drifted, and he realized that Shen Mo had stood beside him at some point.
"I'm sorry, I..." Jiang Yan quickly explained, but didn't know how to say it properly. "...I couldn't help myself."
"It's okay." Shen Mo's voice was gentler than ever before: "They haven't seen guests for many years. If you have such a heart, they must be very happy.
"There's no name written on it, so what is it..."
"This is my parents' card. It is their request not to write names." Shen Mo said sadly: "They left too fast. I thought they didn't think about this at the time, but I didn't expect that they did have a suicide note. It seemed like they had already written it.
It’s set up.”
"……sorry."
For people who are deeply in grief, it seems that the only thing an outsider can do is say this. Let alone an outsider, everyone is so powerless in the face of life and death, no matter who they are.
"It's all over." Shen Mo deliberately raised his voice and turned towards the entrance.
"I put your breakfast on the table, and I wrapped Xiaoxuan's breakfast in plastic wrap and put it in the kitchen. She will remember to eat it when she gets up again, just take care of yourself. The other room is tidied up, I think
Write down the conditions on paper and see for yourself."
"No need to discuss it further?"
"It's important to go to work." Shen Mo untied her headband, spread her hair over her shoulders, and put on the old-fashioned men's coat that Jiang Yan had seen that was too big for her.
As if she remembered something, her movement of pushing the door was slow for a moment. She took out a key from her pocket and threw it far away to Jiang Yan: "Put it away. Open the door and turn it clockwise." After that, she opened the door.
He hurriedly walked out of the door.
Almost as soon as Shen Mo stepped out of the door, Shen Xuan walked out of her room. She went to the kitchen and took out the sealed breakfast - which contained a glass of milk more than Jiang Shan's.
"Would you like to sleep a little longer? It's still a little early now." Jiang Yan put away the keys and yawned as he came to the table. Because of his current working hours, this could already be regarded as his dinner.
Shen Xuan paused in removing the seal, and said weakly: "Will you tell sister?"
"How could it be? This is your freedom. Just let me help you keep the secret."
Although Shen Mo seemed to advocate letting Shen Xuan, who was still a child, sleep a little longer, after all, Jiang Shao couldn't restrict the little girl's behavior. Hearing Jiang Shao's assurance, Shen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and started to fix his breakfast.
"But I don't understand why you have to get up so early?"
The most profound thing in Jiang Yan's memory of his school days was never getting enough sleep. In his opinion, children of Shen Xuan's age should prefer to stay in bed.
Shen Xuan's voice is still so small:
"Because...my sister doesn't eat with me. Only during breakfast can she have time to eat with me. So I get up early every day."
"……Yeah."
After finishing breakfast in silence, Jiang Shao came to his room with an indescribable mood. Before he could even see what it was like, he fell on the bed and quickly fell asleep.