i go to utopia

I arrived home at 5:[-] p.m. or [-]:[-] p.m., because I was not in a hurry, so I changed to the subway twice and walked [-] minutes to the gate of the community after leaving the nearest subway station.On a hot day, the security guard on duty stood at the door of the security booth smoking. The security booth at the entrance of the community was small and air-conditioned and not ventilated. No one came in and out of the community at this point. The security guard stood at the door and took two puffs of cigarettes, and would open the window to blow the air-conditioning wind. Seeing this, he teased: "Old Li is still so addicted to smoking?"

He took a puff of cigarette and heard the words and sighed: "Isn't this boring, as soon as I am free, it seems that there is something missing in my mouth."

I stood at the entrance of his security booth and chatted with him: "Didn't you say that your daughter bought you e-cigarettes a while ago?"

Lao Li took another drag on his cigarette: "That stuff sucks." After complaining, he looked at me, "I'm back from a business trip again, have you been busy lately?"

I followed him and said, "Isn't it busy, I won't let you rest."

Lao Li laughed: "That's making a lot of money, isn't it?"

"How can it be that they are all working for others, and they can move wherever they are needed." I also responded with a smile, and after chatting for a while, I found out my access control card and prepared to swipe it in. After Lao Li drew one Just after the cigarette was extinguished, he suddenly said, "Oh, that brother of yours left with a suitcase this afternoon, is school still starting at home?"

I joked while checking the door control: "He still dragged a box, maybe he emptied my house."

Old Li yelled at me, I waved my hand at him and said goodbye: "Let's go, go back and see if my house has been evacuated."

**

Of course, the house cannot be evacuated. As soon as the door was opened, the kitten that I hadn’t seen for a few days seemed to be getting bigger. It squatted at the door with a cute face. When I entered the door to change my shoes, it came to my feet. The cat is such an interesting creature that you can sometimes feel that it needs you very much, and other times that it doesn’t care who you are at all.

I squatted down and reached out to touch the cat's head, raised my eyes and looked around my living room, only to realize that this cute animal lying at my feet made a mistake, and everything on the coffee table was messed up by it When I got to the ground, I only felt a mess when I looked over. I stretched out my hand and tapped its head lightly. After it meowed, it stood up from the ground and ran away with a grunt.

I closed the door and put down my belongings, took out my mobile phone to take a picture of the "crime scene", and walked over to pick up the things that fell on the floor and put them back where they should have been.During the period, I found a box that I had never seen before in the "crime scene". I picked it up and looked at it for a while, and opened the dark box while calling Qiushui.

Inside was a black pen and a post-it note with the words "To Li Cuo" written on it.

The phone was picked up after a few rings, and Qiu Shui came from there with a lazy voice: "Hello?"

I put the lid on the pen case, and the sound of the lid closing made a very crisp "bang" sound in a quiet environment.

I laughed and complained to him: "Qiu Shui, your cat swept everything on the table to the floor."

After hesitating for a while, Qiu Shui explained on behalf of the cat: "It didn't do it on purpose."

I suppressed my smile and asked him slowly: "Then what should I do?"

Qiu Shui told me sternly: "You pick up the things that fall on the ground."

I beeped, glanced at the pen case in my hand, and continued to ask him unhurriedly: "It broke a box, and a pen fell out of it, did you not take it?"

I have to admit that I do have a lot of not-so-good little habits, I thought I had matured in the baptism of the years, but these damn little habits will probably stick to me for the rest of my life.

From the time I was studying, I was not very obedient, but because of my good grades, I was very active in class. The teacher gave a lecture on the top, and I chatted with each other at the bottom to show my wit. When I was in the last class at noon, I passed a note saying that I was Yesterday, I hurt my leg from running and asked him to go to the cafeteria to help me cook at noon, the kind that asked for two chicken legs.

I was very immature when I was studying. Some people like to bully people I like and like to tell some irrelevant lies. The incident of passing notes in class was discovered by the teacher, and I was fined for half an hour. People who are fast have lunch After I finished eating, I went back to the classroom for a lunch break. I haven't left the classroom yet.Who brought me food back to the dormitory and complained to me while washing clothes: "Yesterday the physical education teacher said to run two laps of 800 meters, and you dragged me away before running 200 meters in total. What kind of ass hurt?"

I hooked my fingers at him who was drying his clothes on the balcony, and cheered at him: "Isn't this just to make you feel bad?"

That happened when I was just divided into arts and sciences in the first semester of high school. At that time, the relationship between me and him was just barely changing from a mutual dislike relationship to an ordinary roommate relationship. After hearing this, his face flushed suddenly: "Fart—"

He was indeed correct in scolding, I have bad speaking habits, and about five or six out of ten sentences I uttered were completely inconsequential jokes.

After such a long time, bad habits cannot be changed, and what can be changed may not be called the word habit.

Qiu Shui asked me on the other end of the phone: "Did the pen inside break?"

I continued slowly: "That's not true."

Qiu Shui explained: "Did the cat drop the little note I posted in it before? The milk tea shop paid me my wages. I saw it when I was shopping in the mall a few days ago and bought one for you." pen."

Because of his frank confession, those bad little habits of mine sneaked up again: "Is that so, I didn't see what was written on the note."

Qiu Shui told me very seriously: "The pen is for you after writing."

I laughed, dragged my voice and pretended to complain: "I thought you missed me when you wrote it..."

Qiu Shui's serious voice suddenly became tense, and he said, "I don't."

I suppressed my smile and coughed: "Okay, I'll take the pen, thank you."

"En." Qiu Shui responded with a muffled voice.

I got up and put the pen case back on the coffee table, and asked casually, "Have you arrived at school yet?"

Qiu Shui said: "Here we are, I met my roommates, and I will go out to dinner with them later."

I got up and opened the refrigerator to take a look. I had been away from home for a few days, and the refrigerator was still full of things, and there were sliced ​​watermelons in the fruit bowl, which were covered with plastic wrap. I put the watermelon on the plate Take it out of the refrigerator and say to Qiushui, "Well, you can go."

Qiu Shui whispered, "Goodbye."

I reached out and tore off the plastic wrap covering the plate, and said in a slow voice, "Goodbye."

Qiushui suddenly became an existence that even I myself began to be puzzled.

At first I thought he was innocent, sincere, young and ignorant like a child. I admired him but didn't want to have too close contact with him; He scared him away. I really don't have the energy to play house games with children. I have experienced the feelings of adolescence, and I didn't get any happy ending, so I have no idea to go with another immature child. Experience it again; he appeared in front of me again, with a stray cat squatting at my door in the same manner as a stray cat that has been strayed for a long time. Empathy emerges.

The relationship between me and Qiu Shui is still very strange. The definition I gave him in a very short period of time is actually that he is relatively short of money, and I am not too short of money. It is a relationship of a helping nature.I didn't intend to add any strange transactions to this relationship, but Qiushui may have misunderstood the matter, and I don't know if it was the misunderstanding caused by me scaring him before, which made him I feel that he is close to me, I help him, and he wants to express his gratitude for this.

I even had an intimate contact with him that was beyond the scope of normal human interaction. My rich and colorful life has added a new brilliant experience.

I think I may need to find a time to have a good communication with Qiushui.

However, things really started to get difficult here. I was thinking about how to define the relationship between me and him after the communication.

I can't find this definition.

I often see him busy back in the kitchen when he is off work, and he will feel a warm feeling. I like my home very much. If it can be defined, I can even say that I love home. If I go home on a business trip, I will go home one day earlier. I decided to stagger the itinerary with my colleagues and go home early. I felt relaxed and at ease in my own home. I felt the relaxation of my soul in this house with four walls.

Qiushui lived with me at my home for a month, and I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. When he was quiet, I didn't even feel his presence. I didn't feel uncomfortable being with him under the same roof.

When I was younger, my parents quarreled and never avoided me. When I was doing my homework in the bedroom, I often heard the sound of chickens flying and eggs beating outside, so I hoped to keep my own environment as quiet as possible. Any situation of entering my own space, this habit suddenly became more serious after graduating from high school and going to college. My relationship with my roommates in college was really general, and I couldn’t understand most of what they chatted together. If you don’t have time to understand, you will feel that they are a bit noisy. I am either running a part-time job or studying in the school library every day. The dormitory has been just a place to sleep at night for me for a few years. I really like that place. Without feelings, roommates in the same room are more like strangers who have slept in the same room for three and a half years.

And now Qiushui appears in this space of mine, he shows his existence in a very gentle way, the cat he keeps in my house, the back view of him cooking in the kitchen, he dozes off on the sofa without saying a word Even now that he has gone back to school, he will leave a plate of watermelon in my refrigerator waiting for me to eat when I come back.

It seems that things have developed to this point and I can use some more ambiguous words to define the relationship between me and him, but although I can't see people saying that I gave up eating because of choking, I still can't define a relationship with certainty.