The story between me and the building opposite

Although I have been used to the life of pulling the curtains every day, it is still a bit uncomfortable not to watch 506 doing radio gymnastics all of a sudden.

Remembering the horn I saw last time around, I decided to try my luck, maybe 506 will change hands again?

Sure enough, the account of 506 wanted to post the headshot of the human body with the sofa on it, and the comment area was full of hahahaha, which was extraordinarily harmonious, while 506 poked and asked one by one: [Still still, do you want it? ]

This time 506 is priced at 250, probably because he himself thinks that whoever buys it is a fool.

So my idiot poked at the other party again: [Hello, are you there? ]

This time, 506 only replied to me at noon: [Ah, it's you again. ]

Did the other party remember himself for the second time?

The first time was the idiot who accidentally changed the name of the group chat, and the second time was the idiot who bought something with a strange aesthetic.

Me: [Well, is the sofa still there? ]

506: [What? ]

506: [Oh, that Venus on the sofa?I'm here, dear. ]

He called that thing Venus?

Putting a sofa on Venus's head, what kind of pain did life not deserve?

If there is a generation gap between me and 506, it must be the Amazon River that cannot be crossed between souls.

Me: [I want it, but can it be cheaper? ]

It can be more expensive, as long as the price is not 250.