my roommate is a mermaid

Jian Jian was woken up by the thunder outside, and felt a very painful head when he woke up. He shook his head vigorously, and his hands and feet were a little cramped. This is not right. Jian Jian looked at his slightly trembling fingertips and thought, suddenly Feeling a little sticky and greasy on his forehead, he belatedly realized that the surrounding temperature was like a stove, but his skin was cold.

Getting up from the bed, Jian Jian pulled his collar, the room was too hot, it was abnormally hot, as if he was in a sealed glass box, although Jian Jian had never stayed there before, this metaphor came to mind.

After wiping his sweat again, Jian Jian felt that he couldn't stay any longer. He felt that he could hardly breathe, so he unscrewed the door lock and went out. Although it was still a bit stuffy in the corridor, it was already much better. At that moment, the originally quiet mobile phone started to ring crazily, but the whole room seemed to be isolated in a certain space, separated by a door, but no sound could be transmitted.

The whole villa is not big, but the structure is somewhat complicated, and Jian Jian has always been a little road-crazy, so he looks at the place that can be said to be completely unfamiliar now, and he is a little dazed.

The wine-red door, the metal doorknob, Jian Jian turned around and hoped that he could find the way back, but unfortunately, the surrounding was quiet, not to mention no one, not even a ghost. When he thought of the word ghost, he He shivered uncontrollably, God blesses there are no such things, but after staying with his non-human roommate for a long time, Jian Jian doubted that there might be such a group of things in his life.

Just as he was thinking about it, Jian Jian was startled by a sudden sound. He looked back suddenly and found that it was Mr. Brandon Havel, whom he had only seen once. Thick crimson nightgown, silver hair neatly trimmed, showing no signs of being messed up after sleeping.

"Have you lost your way?" Mr. Havel asked again. He is thin and thin, unlike ordinary old people. Although his blue eyes are a little cloudy like most old people, they are clear. This is a wise man. A wise person, Jian Jian thinks this way when he meets the other party for the first time.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm obviously a guest, but I don't sleep and wander around in the middle of the night." Simple said with some embarrassment. Mr. Havel smiled and waved his hand to show that he would not blame Simple.

"It's raining so hard, do you want to have a cup of tea with me, an old man?" Mr. Havel sent out the invitation, and he smiled and said, "I don't think you can sleep either."

Although drinking tea in the early morning will only make it harder to sleep, but the weather is so uneasy, Jian Jian agreed. The other reason is that he will not reject people like Mr. Havel. They are like Jian Jian's adoptive parents. There is a warm feeling that people can't bear to refuse.

In the living room, on the dark green couch, he sat in a simple and upright manner, watching the other party make tea until the tea was brewed, and took the teacup.

Tea drinkers pay attention to simplicity and understand a little bit of superficiality, but they always feel that if they really drink tea with the skill of half a bottle of water, I am afraid that the tea will be tarnished, so they directly hold the teacup and take a sip slowly, taking small bites of good things. He still understands this truth.

"How is it?" asked Mr. Harville, putting down the teapot.

"I don't know much about tea, but Mr. Havel, even a person like me who doesn't know much about tea still thinks it's good tea, and it's a rare fate to be able to drink it. Apart from that, I really can't say anything else. I can describe it with words." Jian Jian put down his teacup and replied with a smile, the man on the opposite side stretched his brows and eyes, as if he was very happy.

"That's good, Mr. Jian, the word fate is too appropriate for good tea, just like this kind of tea, which is only harvested once every three years, and must be picked when the dew has just bent the leaves in the morning Only the taste can maintain the original fragrance of the tea to the greatest extent.” Javier added another cup of tea to Jian Jian, and this cup of tea is even more magical, the soup is thick and red, not like ordinary tea when the soup is made for the second time. Even shallower.

"curious?"

"You can just call me Jane, but yes, I am very curious about the color of the tea leaves. Generally, the color of the tea leaves is the thickest for the first time." Simple said honestly, looking at the tea inside was a little fascinated, red and bright The color of the teacup printed with azure is like a red lotus in the Bitang, delicate and lovely.

"Ordinary tea is like what you said, Jane, the color of the first soup is the thickest." Javier replied stroking the beautifully shaped pot. "But this kind of tea is different. The tea will really wake up when it is boiled for the second time. It can be said that it is a little dull thing." The last sentence, the old man said in a completely doting tone from.

Jane nodded, and drank the tea in her hand with a more devout heart.The tea flows through the tongue coating to the throat, like a trickle, it seems to be alive, and then the tea fragrance and sweetness are full of aftertaste, Jian Jian can't help smiling, as if there are some happy memories in front of his eyes, there are Home, with parents, he remembers that he is very happy, and remembers what it feels like to be happy, but those memories quickly dissipate like smoke and dust. It has been a long time since the death of adoptive parents, the feeling of wanton laughter pass.

Living alone, he knows how to cook but no one ever tells himself, Jane, let’s eat pasta tomorrow. The memories hidden deep in my heart are like digging a gap in Jian’s body and crawling out slowly. He tried his best to suppress it but couldn't do it, as if his heart was separated from his body, endless loneliness enveloped him, his hands couldn't help but clenched tightly, showing blue veins.

"Mr. Jane, you do not have the right to inherit this house. It is now owned by Mr. Craig."

"Mr. Jian, if you can't continue to maintain your pre-enrolment grades, then we will take back your scholarship grant."

"Mr. Jian, I'm sorry that I have rented this house to someone else."

"..."

These words were like a curse, and when he crawled out of the swamp, Jian Jian didn't know that there were so many dark places in his heart, he looked blankly at the high walls around him like a person who had run into a dead end, and Something behind him was approaching him again, as if to tear him apart.

"Who will save me..." He murmured, with little hope, because the people who cared about him in this world were gone, and just when he was depressed, a voice sounded.

"It's all over, Jane, follow me, come here." The voice was like a bright signpost pulling Jane back.He woke up suddenly, but found that he was still holding an empty teacup, the thunder outside the window was still there, and the old man in front of him was still making tea, quiet and peaceful.

Had a dream?Simple thought in his heart.Just as he put down the teacup, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, which made him tremble uncontrollably. When he looked back, there was only an empty wall, and the corridor to the right was without lights. It looked like there was no end. Suddenly, the black It seemed to move, yes, it moved, Jian Jian was sure, his eyes widened, watching all this in surprise, and behind him, an old hand had already stretched out.

The author has something to say: I am very busy during the internship, so I crawled over to update, =v=The weekend is finally here.