My 26-year-old Female Tenant

Xiaoyun finally ended her day's business while my thoughts were flooding. She shook her mobile phone in front of me. Fangyuan and the board of directors issued a military order, and I couldn't figure out why. It turned out that I wasted the time just now in a meaningless manner.

After the flower shop was closed, Xiaoyun and I were still walking in this old street, the wind was raging and blew from the alley to the end, it made me want to drink a cup of soy milk or a bowl of hot noodle soup, so I asked Xiaoyun Yun suggested, "Do you want to eat a bowl of water noodles?"

  Xiaoyun nodded, then took off her gloves and typed a line on the phone: "But let me treat you this time!"

  I smiled: "Don't be so polite, it's the same for everyone."

   "Then let's rock paper scissors, whoever loses will be the winner, okay?"

   "Finally met someone who is more boring than me!"

"come."

Xiaoyun stretched out her hand eager to try, I smiled again, and fulfilled her boredom, after counting one, two, three, I shot at the same time with her, I was cloth, she was scissors, Xiaoyun lost the chance to treat , looked at me a little discouraged, and I shrugged, playing rock-paper-scissors with women, throwing fists if I want to win, and throwing paper if I want to lose, because they have acquired the habit of scissors hands through years of taking pictures, so This habit will definitely be subconsciously shown in the boxing game.

After coming to the noodle shop and waiting for a while, I finally ate the water noodles I ordered, but I didn’t like the oppressive feeling caused by the small space in the shop, so I took the bowl to the car repair shop next door and sat on the abandoned tire. I started to eat, and the towering hotel in the distance, still standing in my sight amidst the weeping sound of the old city, became more and more dreamy, more and more dreamy...

I couldn't eat the noodles in the bowl, so I just drank the noodle soup, and then looked at the asphalt road that was still being repaired and the dust from the road roller, although it was floating in the air, it was so heavy and dull, just like this A moment of loneliness pulled my life into a parallel line, extending infinitely to the flashing neon lights of the new city, so I felt a kind of alternative pleasure in my heart because of loneliness!

Xiaoyun also took her noodle bowl and sat down on a tire next to me, but unfortunately she couldn't speak, she could only be a quiet listener, maybe what I want is just a listener, so that I won't suffer because of Don't understand what I'm saying, and contradict me, saying I'm a madman.

I lit a cigarette and said to her: "Xiaoyun, I always feel that my body is a prison with copper walls and iron walls. It tightly traps my soul, and then tortures me with life, old age, sickness and death... For example, last week, my finger was pinched by the door, which hurt me half to death, and a few days ago, I drank a drink that made me so drunk that I almost threw up my stomach. In fact, these It is not my body that is being tortured, but my soul, because all perception comes from the soul, and the body is just a prison that creates pain!"

  Xiaoyun put down the bowl and typed a line of words on the mobile phone: "But, why do I feel that your brain has been caught by the door? There are so many weird ideas! You should be an artist."

   "I knew you didn't understand what I was talking about. If you don't understand, you don't understand. Why do you still tease me like other people?"

"I just think it will be tiring to think so much! You should be an optimistic person. There are many people in this world who live more tragic lives than you, but this can't compare the body to a prison. I think the body is The root of the soul, maybe one day without the nourishment of the body, the soul will not exist!"

   "The soul can exist independently. Once it gets rid of the shackles of the body, it will be unrestrained and free."

   "You can dislike your body, but don't you like your girlfriend's body too?"

Xiaoyun's question reminds me of Mi Cai's unreal beauty. It seems that every part of her body, even every expression is fatally attractive to me, so of course I like her with my soul body, so I told Xiao Yun these things.

Xiaoyun smiled, lowered her head and pressed it quickly on the phone, then picked it up and showed it to me: "So, how can you selfishly think that your body is a prison, maybe in the eyes of those who love you, Is he the most beautiful castle?"

  I looked at Xiaoyun and found that she was actually a smart girl with strict logic. At least at this moment she used a counterexample to convince me, so I said to her: "Xiaoyun, you are really good at chatting."

   "But I can't speak."

Xiaoyun typed out a row of not too many words on the mobile phone in a depressed mood, but the words were heavy, which made me a little regretful. I seemed to ignore her emotions, so after a long silence, I spoke out to comfort: "Some People speak with their mouths, but some people speak with their hearts, and you are the latter, so I like to chat with you, and I think we can be very good friends."

  Xiaoyun smiled, busy fingers on the phone screen: "I am willing to be friends with you, not only because you have helped me, I think you are a very conscientious person!"

"Compared with people, I hope this is a society with a conscience!" I said, taking a heavy puff of the cigarette in my hand, then bowed my head in silence, not knowing why I have been thinking so much about myself or others recently. It's unrelated, maybe it has something to do with the loneliness that Mi Cai's departure made me feel... I really hope she can come back soon with the news of Zhuomei's successful IPO.

The night got darker, and the old city became more and more silent. Xiaoyun sent the two noodle bowls we ate back to the noodle shop. At this time, my mobile phone rang suddenly. I picked it up and looked at it. Yao finally sent me a message back: "I'm going to rest now, do you have anything to do?"

  I looked at the time subconsciously. Although it was late at night, it was only 11 o'clock. Le Yao's life seemed to have returned to a healthy rhythm.

  I threw away the cigarette **** in my hand and watched it tumbling in the wind, but I was at a loss and didn’t know whether I should tell her: I hope she can participate in the micro film shooting with Cao Jinfei.

  After a long time, I still sent her a message back: "Nothing, just send a message to say hello... You should go to bed early."

After I finished sending the message, Xiaoyun also came out of the noodle shop, and I said to her: "It's so late, let's just leave here... By the way, I will pick the bouquet for tomorrow by myself. Send it yourself."

Xiaoyun nodded, I waved to her to say goodbye, then walked towards my car parked on the side of the road, and the phone rang again, this time it was Le Yao calling me directly .