Mindful

Qiao Yuanlin suddenly lost sleepiness.

This tenant is a bit interesting, coming and going without a trace like a ghost, and leaving words to show his presence.What about scaring people?What did he throw around?

He sat up unhappily, facing the desk.All the snacks on the table were put into bags, and the unfinished ones were sealed with clips, and there were quite a few.

So the other party not only didn't eat, but also cleaned up?

Qiao Yuanlin crumpled the note into a ball, wondering if this dude has a cleanliness habit?

After reviewing the vocabulary, he went to wash up. The bathroom was small, and there was a shelf next to the mirror, with a total of four towels on it.Three of them were stacked like those in a five-star hotel, and only his one was crooked.

I'm afraid there is not obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After washing his face, Qiao Yuanlin folded the towel into small tofu cubes like a cat and a tiger, and when he was about to succeed, a woman's scream came from behind the building.

He shivered in fright, and the molded towel returned to its strange shape in his hand.

Breakfast was still millet porridge, and the grandparents ate it on the small square table outside the kitchen. Qiao Yuanlin kept his ears up and asked, "Grandma, did you hear someone screaming?"

Wang Ruizhi said calmly, "Oh, it's all right."

A painful tenor voice came from behind the building, Qiao Yuanlin said, "Listen, are you all right?"

Wang Ruizhi said: "There are two couples fighting in the back alley every day. No one in the neighborhood can persuade them. They still think they are nosy. Now everyone is used to it."

Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Can I go and have a look?"

Since he was a child, he liked to watch the excitement. Lin Chengbi said that it was up to her, and he had the potential to be a reporter.Qiao Wenyuan was not happy, and tried to train him to be a doctor.

Qiao Yuanlin had just finished half a bowl of porridge when the quarrel stopped.

"It's so slow to eat, it's over." Wang Ruizhi said.

Qiao Yuanlin said regretfully, "Next time."

Wang Ruizhi vaccinated him and said, "My place is far from your school, so don't be late tomorrow Monday."

Qiao Yuanlin is not worried, their head teacher has recently resigned, and undiscipline is prevalent.Besides, there was never a day when he was not late, and he had already given up struggling.

After chatting about some unimportant things, Wang Ruizhi thought about it and asked, "Hey, how did you sleep last night? You didn't suffer from insomnia after sleeping in the same room with someone?"

"No, I slept soundly."

"That's fine."

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Grandma, what's the name of the renter?"

"Slept together all night and didn't say hello?" Wang Ruizhi smiled, "My name is Liang Cheng, four years older than you, twenty years old."

Qiao Yuanlin calculated that at the age of 20, he should be a college student, leaving early and returning late for the postgraduate entrance examination.

Wang Ruizhi said: "Xiao Liang's personality is not very cheerful, and he didn't take the initiative to talk to me. Hey, anyway, isn't your kid just like that, cool?"

Cool what cool.

Qiao Yuanlin complained inwardly, without saying anything else, went upstairs after breakfast.

At the end of the corridor is the balcony, where the wind blows in and it blows comfortably. He went over and pulled the sheets off the clothes rack, and he could see the lush alley.

There were some plants growing on the balcony. Qiao Yuanlin remembered that Wang Rui thought the soil was dirty and didn't like to take care of it. When he came last time, a few pots were dying, but he didn't expect it to be beautiful now.

There is an iron pipe ladder hanging on the wall, and you can climb up to the roof terrace, which is very suitable for stargazing at night.

Qiao Yuanlin stood for a while, and the phone rang a voice reminder: "Teacher Tom's online math class is about to start!"

He went back to his bedroom to take online classes. He lectured and practiced for two and a half hours every weekend. After that, he continued to do homework and work on projects.In order to prevent addiction, he will set an alarm clock for three hours.

The bell rang, Qiao Yuanlin rested for a while, leaned back against the back of the chair and stretched.

He likes to listen to rock music, put on his headphones and turn up the volume.

A motorcycle turned into the alley and turned off outside the cheongsam shop.Liang Cheng got out of the car, took off the taro cake hanging on the handlebar, and turned to the back alley.

Halfway through the not-so-deep alley, Liang Cheng stopped at the base of the wall, facing a door, bent his index finger knuckles against his thin lips, and blew a whistle.

Soon, an eight or nine-year-old boy opened the door and ran out, shouting, "Brother Liang Cheng!"

Liang Cheng knelt down, broke the triangular taro cake into two, and handed over the larger one.

The boy's name was Xiao Le, he took a bite of the taro cake, and confessed: "My parents have already quarreled, and today I broke a thermos bottle. I hid in the cupboard and came out only after they left."

Liang Cheng let out a "hmm" and ate the small half of the taro cake.He stretched his slender fingers, lowered his eyelids and looked at the oily flowers on his fingertips.

Xiao Le is used to him ignoring others, eating on his own, and looks at him from time to time, observing: "Brother, you are not energetic today, and you have dark circles under your eyes."

Liang Cheng said, "Didn't sleep well."

Xiao Le thought for a while: "My parents didn't quarrel last night."

Liang Cheng said lazily, "A puppy ran into the room last night."

"So good?" Xiao Le asked enviously, "Is it still there? Brother, can you bring the puppy for me to see?"

Liang Cheng said, "I can't."

"Why?"

Liang Cheng stood up, and condescendingly fooled the child: "I'm afraid he will bite me."

Xiao Le made a serious move: "I read in the picture book that if you treat the puppy well, the puppy will like you."

Liang Cheng couldn't bear the oiliness of his fingertips, so he tapped Xiao Le with the back of his hand, and said, "From now on, read books with a lot of Braille, and read less mentally handicapped cartoons."

The sun turned the ground light yellow, Liang Cheng ignored the coolness under the shade of the trees, and walked back to the cheongsam shop all the way under the sunshine.

Seeing him come back, Wang Ruizhi stopped him from behind the console and said, "Xiao Liang, why did you leave so early in the morning?"

Liang Cheng said, "Something has happened."

Wang Ruizhi asked politely, "Wouldn't it affect you if Yuan Lin came to live here?"

Liang Cheng didn't say a word, he was responding to who "Yuan Lin" was.

Wang Ruizhi hurriedly praised his grandson: "Yuan Lin is quite obedient, not the kind of child who likes to make trouble. It's just that he has been in poor health since he was a child, has never worked, and is a little lazy..."

It doesn't look like a compliment when talking, the old lady accepts it when she sees a good deal: "Anyway, Yuanlin lives in the same room with you, so please bear with me."

Liang Cheng just wanted to wash off the oily stains on his hands, he didn't say whether it was good or not, so he opened the curtain and went in, after washing his hands, he went upstairs to catch up on sleep.

Qiao Yuanlin's eardrums were fed up with the impact of the rock music, so he turned off the music, shook the chair a few times, and then took out an egg yolk pastry from the bag.

After tearing open the box, he remembered the note.

Forget it, the other party came back so late, he just cleaned up before going to bed.

Qiao Yuanlin took a bite and caught a glimpse of the yellowed white porcelain pen holder on the corner of the table. After grandpa passed away, the writing brush inside was burned along with it. Now it only holds a small key.

He poured out the key and inserted it into the desk drawer. Grandpa used to have a set of small daggers, which were always locked in case he touched them randomly.

When it was opened, those old things were well preserved, but there were a few more documents that I hadn't seen before.

The top one was turned upside down, he picked it up, and was about to read the words on the cover, when a cold and unfriendly voice came from the door.

"Let me down."

Qiao Yuanlin was startled, the hairs on his back stood up.

He put the certificate back in the drawer, ate the remaining half of the egg yolk pastry, and just stood up when Liang Cheng had already walked over.

Qiao Yuanlin raised his head and looked at this strange tenant head-on—a head taller than him, with a handsome and sharp face, mixed with the two textures of a teenager transitioning into a youth.

He swallowed the egg yolk crisp, and his voice became as sticky as egg yolk, and he said hello, "Hi, you are Liang Cheng who rented this room, right?"

Liang Cheng stretched out his hand and wedged the drawer in.

Qiao Yuanlin explained, "I didn't know it was your ID."

Liang Cheng swept the table, wrapping paper, cake crumbs, lactic acid bacteria rolled out of the bag... the note he left was crumpled and thrown on the ground.

Qiao Yuanlin secretly thought it was bad, and said awkwardly: "You came back so early."

Liang Cheng took a step back to the side of the bed, bent his long legs and sat down, even though he turned to look up, the way he raised his chin was even more rebellious.

He asked, "How long are you going to live in this room?"

Qiao Yuanlin was also not sure, hesitatingly suddenly realized that the other party might be tactfully ordering him to leave.

Then he thought of the bright red cross on the calendar.

Qiao Yuanlin moved Wang Ruizhi out and said, "This is my grandma's house."

Liang Chengdao: "This is the room I paid rent for."

It was the first time for Qiao Yuanlin to be treated so mercilessly, and he couldn't bear it, and asked, "How much rent do you pay, and I will give you a cheaper price this month."

Liang Cheng said, "I don't need it."

Qiao Yuanlin: "Then what do you want?"

Liang Cheng replied: "I'm not used to living with other people."

It's clear enough to say this, but Qiao Yuanlin struggled again: "As for what, don't I just stay for one night?"

Liang Cheng said: "It makes my nights feel like years."

"Did I kick you while you were sleeping?" Qiao Yuanlin picked up the ball of paper on the ground, "Besides, if you have an opinion, you won't raise it properly. Who are you threatening?"

Liang Cheng didn't speak this time, but only looked meaningfully at the trash on the table.

Qiao Yuanlin was so angry that she forgot to explain about the snacks last night.This renter has a low emotional intelligence, can't speak, and is mean and unreasonable. If that's the case, why should he find trouble for himself?

"Coincidentally, I don't like sleeping with other people either," he said. "I'm moving now."

Qiao Yuanlin rolled up his sleeves, packed his homework into the back of his schoolbag, put on his pajamas, wrapped the data cable around his wrist, picked up his laptop and strode away.

He went straight into the small bedroom opposite the door and kicked the door angrily.

The surroundings were suddenly quiet, dust was flying in the dim light, and seven or eight boxes of unopened packages were piled up on the ground, making the room even narrower.

Qiao Yuanlin walked to the bed, and felt a little regretful in just three steps.

He stood at the corner of the bed, thinking that there is not even a table in this room, how can he do his homework?

But the words are so chic and the momentum is full, it is absolutely impossible to go back.

Unless someone surnamed Liang came to invite him in person.

While dreaming, Liang Cheng knocked on the door.

Qiao Yuanlin was overjoyed, did he really come to invite him?That's right, he is the landlord's grandson after all, so what's the benefit of offending him?

Then he doesn't care about it, he is willing to put away the snacks and throw out the trash immediately after eating, and he is also willing to call Liang Cheng, who is one year behind the Olympic Games, "brother".

Qiao Yuanlin quickly calmed down and opened the door.

The imagined scene of summing up did not happen, there was no one at the door, and Liang Cheng had already returned to the opposite side.When he lowered his head, there was a large bag of forgotten snacks hanging on the doorknob.

Bang, the opposite door is closed.

The temperature rose in the afternoon, and the room was scorching hot, so Liang Cheng went to bed on his stomach.His cheeks were itchy, and he pinched a slender and soft strand of hair from the pillow cover.

Longer than his and shallower than his.

Liang Chengxin said that the puppy lost its hair.