Chapter 13 apartment guide
Don't you guys expect to hear any stories from me, I'm just a tour guide.
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The program we have arranged is very simple. What you are going to visit is just a very ordinary twelve-story apartment building.On the wall near the top on the south side of the apartment, there are two rows of large black-painted copper characters, which read: "Fuli Building/Fortune Building", which is the name of the building.Chief engineer Fan Yangfan, who is in charge of designing and supervising the building, lives in Block A on the 12th floor. The head of his bedroom is facing the cover with the word "Fu" outside the wall.To be honest: he is not satisfied with the English name of "Fu Li", but he really can't think of any English word that can contain the meaning of "rich and kind" and can fit the pronunciation of "Fu Li".His wife, Ms. Lin Nanshi, used to be the flower of the English Department of the university. She once gave him an idea and named the building "Fully Building". Fan Yangfan disagreed. He thought it sounded "stupid". It's not good to become "Foolish". One year after the completion of Fuli Building, Lin Nanshi still remembers the expression on her husband's lips when he rejected the word "Fully". That expression made Lin Nanshi feel slighted for the first time.She believed that from that time on, Fan Yangfan began to stay away from her.So, one year later, when she was walking home from a nearby supermarket on an early summer evening, she suddenly looked up and saw the words "Fortune Building". In fact, once we get to know each member of this building, we will find how close they are. First of all, we must meet Mr. Guan Youkai, the building manager behind the counter on the ground floor.He used to be a lieutenant colonel instructor of a certain military academy, and after retiring from the army, he worked as a guard in various factories, construction sites, and warehouses in the northern region.Fuli Building was still under construction, so he slept in a plywood room behind the sample house.Work with supervisors, builders, customers and others in shifts to inspect the development of the entire building every day.He was usually on night duty, and on several occasions he had chased away junior high school thieves in the neighborhood who were trying to steal colored tiles or soundproofing panels.So Guan Youkai has a unique, strong and proud feeling for the completed apartment.This feeling made him a little uncomfortable in the first three months when he met the apartment residents. He always felt that these people had robbed or invaded him, so that he often showed a trace of hostility inadvertently.Whenever he watched people get in and out of the elevator, he couldn't help snorting his nose paralyzed by peppers and thought: He used to sprinkle a few bubbles of piss steaming on the elevator every night, and now these residents are all stepping on him. Guan You opened the urine.Occasional hostility from the gatekeepers was detected by residents, but no one cared.Mrs. Wei in Block A on the seventh floor said it well: "That's how the administrator should be. He just needs to be aggressive so that we can live safely." Mrs. Wei taught her two children to shout: "Hello, Uncle Guan" when entering and leaving the apartment hall. Within two weeks, 108 children and teenagers in the apartment had followed suit.Guan Youkai thus tasted the compassion of being a kind elder, and once again recalled the honor that is always present in his military career.After a while, he completely forgot about urinating, and often volunteered to change the loop-hair carpet in the elevator.The work of scrubbing carpets is monotonous and tedious, but Guan Youkai has experienced all kinds of monotonous and boring things for many years, and he is quite used to it.He always thinks of some beautiful things when repeatedly rubbing his hands to foam up, for example: Yi Wanjun, a single girl who lives in Block B on the eighth floor, has a pair of towering breasts and a plump butt. Of course Yi Wanjun didn't know this.She used to bathe around midnight, lathering all over her body.By chance, Guan Youkai was scrubbing the carpet while she was soaping, that's all.She rarely cared about anything in Fuli Mansion.Except for occasionally feeling the gaze of two lustful eyes in the elevator, Yi Wanjun hardly felt that there was anything special about the apartment.Whenever her colleagues, classmates or relatives ask: "How is the place where you live? Is it okay?" She always blinks her eyes, thinks about it, and then says: "It's nothing, I live anyway. But there seems to be a The pervert lives upstairs." She never looked at the pervert. That "pervert" lives in Block D on the 11th floor. His name is Lin Binghong, and he is the manager of a trading company.Lin Binghong didn't know that all Yi Wanjun's colleagues, classmates and relatives were spreading the word "There is a pervert upstairs in Xiaowan's house" in every corner of the city.He is not like Guan Youkai, who has any special intentions towards Yi Wanjun, but he does feel that this neighbor on the eighth floor is kind. In fact, both Lin Binghong and Yi Wanjun have forgotten: when they were still in high school, the two schools jointly organized an outing, and they once climbed a difficult and dangerous mountain road hand in hand.Yi Wanjun later said to Lin Binghong, "Thank you." It was the first conversation with a friend of the opposite sex since Lin Binghong changed his voice, and he was very excited.After the holidays he told the little roosters in his class: "I got a cock!" This lie was maintained and expanded for a semester, and the final result was: "I took her to the stands of the stadium I did it, it’s nothing. I don’t think we’ll meet again in the future.” On Yi Wanjun’s side, fantasies and lies were staged in completely different postures.After the vacation, she announced to her classmates with a confused and helpless look: the boy who accompanied her on a mountain road wrote her love letters every day, which annoyed her to death. "I had no choice but to tell him to concentrate on studying and get into a good university." She said quietly, "I will see you later." Lin Binghong is indeed a hard-working student. Even though he got married, had a child, and became a manager all these years after graduation, he still maintains the habit of studying at night.The desk lamp in his study was always the last to be extinguished in the apartment.At two o'clock in the middle of the night, he closed the copy of Iacocca's "Turning Defeat into Victory", got up and went to the window to look at the entire atrium of Fuli Building (sometimes he would see Guan Youkai coming out with a flashlight to dry the carpets).Then he walked slowly back to the bedroom, undressed slowly, went to bed, lay down in a space that Mrs. Lin's body had not occupied, and sighed. Even if Mrs. Lin was very sober at the time, she would not understand: Why is Lin Binghong so angry?Perhaps she would say: "Why are you sighing?" Lin Binghong himself was puzzled; what was he sighing about?But the first thing he did after going to bed was so inexplicable.His insomnia was equally inexplicable.He would say to his wife every day: "Today I am as tired as a dog." But today is destined to be the same as yesterday or the day after tomorrow in that he cannot sleep.He hasn't slept in a year.He didn't understand what the real reason was.Career?Very busy, but also very routine, very stable.The same goes for marriage and family.He once rummaged through various best-selling books on popular psychology on the market, trying to find out where the problem of his insomnia was.The books say he is anxious; he denies it because there are no events in his life that warrant anxiety.The book says he is rigid; he denies it because he has plenty of energy and financial resources to pursue a leisure life: growing flowers, tasting tea, watching art season performances and analyzing international situations.The book says that he is dissatisfied with the current situation; he denies it because his wife is a virtuous housekeeper, his children are smart and well-behaved, his position is high, and his business has developed.The book says that he lacks stimulation; he also quietly denies it, because he also has one or two close girlfriends who can be fixed or not, and they please each other without any worries every Tuesday or Friday afternoon.He has every reason to deny everything in the book.Whenever the moment when he won the battle with the authoritative works of psychoanalysis or social analysis came, it was almost dawn.When Lin Binghong puts on his morning running shoes, he often predicts who he might meet when he goes downstairs, runs, grabs the newspaper, and goes upstairs.He rarely guesses wrong.There are only a few fashionable morning joggers in the apartment: Liang Longrun, a retired major general in Block B on the fourth floor, James Jennings, an American business lawyer in Block A on the sixth floor, Liu Zhiren, the owner of a tea shop in Block C on the ninth floor, and The famous painter Guan Difan.Lin Binghong is the same as all these people: they only know each other's faces, and know nothing about the rest.When they met on the road, they would nod each other in polite greeting.But no one runs the same route. Liang Longrun has been going straight to the Sun Yat-Sen Memorial Hall.There he met a middle-aged widow who danced folk dance.The two of them did nothing but turn around in circles with their hands on their backs.For this reason, Liang Longrun felt a little annoyed that he had done the surgery to remove the prostate too early.But pure dancing did not prevent the two of them from returning to the feeling of testing their lover's heart in their teenage years-it was only a test; Liang Longrun would occasionally pinch each other's tiger's mouth and rub her waist.The other party came to step on his toes from time to time (making his sweaty and itchy Hong Kong feet a short, pleasurable pain).He knew that her husband had died in the early years, and her children had already married and established businesses. Now she lives in the home of her daughter and son-in-law.She knew that his wife was still alive and that the three generations of the family lived happily together.The understanding of the two sides is true and honest, which neither helps nor hinders their selfish admiration.They are happy to share the 30 minutes of every sunny morning, in which everything in reality dies.In the fantasy of returning to youth, neither side paid attention to a small detail-one of her sons also lived in the apartment of Fuli Building, and once returned home drunk at night, waking up half of the residents of the building.That night, Liang Longrun took the lead and rushed downstairs, grabbed the drunk man's tie and belt, and threw him into the fountain in the atrium.The widow's drunken son struggled bravely and climbed out of the pool, but his hands were limp and he couldn't hold back.Liang Longrun put his palms behind his waist, and a huge shadow covered the other party's sight and body, and scolded sharply: "Fuck your mother! You don't know the heights of the sky!" Early the next morning, he yawned and looked at the other party. The dance partner complained: young people nowadays have lost their morals and are unclear about right and wrong.She kept nodding her head and echoing, "That's right! Nothing is better than before. People nowadays are not educated at all." Liang Longrun's physical strength was a little weak this morning, and he became dizzy after dancing two Scottish square dances. , the return journey had to take a taxi.He got off the car at a corner 100 meters away from the apartment, panting for breath, and ran the last stretch of the road to health.When he entered the door, he ignored Guan You's "Morning General!" and plunged into the elevator.Inside stood the American lawyer JJ in Block A on the sixth floor and the chick Susan he hung from the Fisherman Pub last night.Susan is an out-and-out Chinese.If her father knew that she was snuggling in the fluffy arms of the foreigner with her dyed yellow hair, he would have escaped from prison and strangled her to death with his own hands.Susan knew this from the very beginning when she was in the tavern. Every time she was with her foreign boyfriend, she would inevitably encounter hatred and contempt from fathers like Liang Longrun.As usual, she chewed her gum more intensively, rolled her eyes and looked up at the number of the elevator floor indicator light.Liang Longrun couldn't bear Susan's self-respecting attitude more and more, his blood surged, his throat trembled, and he spit a mouthful of thick phlegm at Guan Youkai's freshly washed loop wool carpet. JJ frowned as he watched the spitting barbaric old man get out of the elevator, and shook his head.Susan shook her head too. JJ said: "Chinese really have a bunch of spit." Susan said: "Yes, sure. They are all the same." She brushed the ends of her hair, completely forgetting that there was such a person as Liang Longrun in the world.However, if she knows the truth, she should remember it for the rest of her life: Liang Longrun is not an ordinary bad old man - when her father's case of stealing military products (soybeans and gasoline) was discovered, it was this person who insisted on transferring it to the Military Law Department General Liang.If it wasn't for someone like Liang, Susan would still be a typical Chinese girl with black shiny hair and a gentle and reserved demeanor, so she wouldn't have such an objective view of the dirty old man who represents the old Chinese ideas and stubborn traditions. "I hate them, you know." Susan threw the gum on the carpet, "They are trash." Guan Youkai discovered the chewing gum residue three days later, it had become black and hard, and it was firmly integrated with the ring hair.He first suspected that it was the mischievous pair of twins Wu Baoming in Block D on the fifth floor.The twins always liked to joke with him; one said: "Hello, Uncle Guan!" The other went on to say: "Hello, kid." The two little ghosts never let him distinguish clearly: which one is Xiaobao?Which one is Xiao Ming?When he lay on the ground and scraped away the chewing gum residue with a small blade, he felt the humiliation of being fooled even more strongly, and he couldn't help sighing repeatedly.This scene was seen by Guan Difan, a painter who just came back from a morning run, and couldn't help but blurt out praise: "It's so beautiful!" Guan Difan folded his arms around his chest, rubbed his thumbs on the beard on his chin and forehead, and was moved by the sudden inspiration It must be a little awkward.He spent ten minutes watching Guan Youkai's diligent cleavage movements, watching drops of crystal clear sweat slipping over his undulating cheek wrinkles, rolling down quickly, and being absorbed by the dense carpet. Guan Difan ran up the stairs excitedly, returned to the studio in Block D on the 12th floor, opened the pad, and started to make a draft.Until near dusk, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Holding the fifty-third piece of draft paper in his hand, he sang to the setting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.On the paper is an old man who looks very similar to Guan Youkai (perhaps even older and thinner), planting rice seedlings in a pool of field water, and the ripples caused by sweat dripping down the field water reflect the wrinkles on the old man's face.Guan Difan rubbed his beard, jogged around the room, and sang louder: "Tou goes out early, the sky is getting brighter, and sometimes rides a waterwheel..." Following the trend of painting circles in the past two years, this painting is definitely Be able to stand out and win awards in the provincial art exhibition.He knows it all too well. For more than a month thereafter, Guan Difan often went downstairs to chat with Guan Youkai, listening to him complain that the administrator's benefits were meager and his work was heavy.He has to worry about the door and offend the visitors. His "Old Chief" General Liang told him more than once recently: "Don't let those dubious women get into Fuli." Judgment—" Guan Youkai said, "The prostitutes don't have words written on their faces, who can tell which woman is for sale these days? Which woman is not for sale?" Guan Difan just nodded, he didn't He didn't know what the other party was talking about, but he was very focused on observing the changes in the time and shadow of Guan Youkai's pulsating muscles on his left cheek.It was Yi Wanjun who had just returned from the outside with a tired face who really noticed Guan You's conversation.She thought that Guan Youkai had found out the secret of her part-time job at Sister Jin's every Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights, and immediately bowed her head in fright and walked quickly.As a result, she pressed the wrong button, and the elevator took her straight to the twelfth floor.As soon as the door opened, she stumbled towards Block B. She hurriedly took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole hard. After twisting it for a long time, she broke out in sweat and looked up suddenly to realize that she had gone to the wrong floor. This would have been just a very inconsequential episode.Yi Wanjun complained twice about being unlucky, turned around and went downstairs to go home, and immediately put a pot of hot bath water on her body, just soaping her body three hours earlier than usual.But the situation in Block B on the twelfth floor was completely different. The old lady Qi who lived alone in Block B on the 12th floor never thought that there was only a shy and anxious weak woman outside the door.The first thing she thought of was the few gunmen who had just been reported on the TV news, and she was paralyzed at the moment.As soon as he turned over, he jumped up and pushed a row of heavy sofas towards the door at full speed.On the way, Mrs. Qi's little feet caught a wire, and the wire tripped over the coffee table, and a bowl of hot Tieguanyin on the coffee table fell to pieces with a "bang" on the purple-red Roman tiles (if it wasn't for this brand of tiles, it would be exactly eight points. full of boiling water and hot tea, the sound will definitely not be so similar to the box cannon in TV dramas in the early Republic of China), Mrs. Qi was sure that the villain outside the door had already fired.She covered her heart with one hand and leaned on the sofa with the other, and suddenly felt a whirlwind.In the next second, she caught a glimpse of the telephone in the corner ten feet away, and her son and daughter-in-law thousands of miles away—all of them floated up and receded beyond an infinite and vast space.The last time she slipped on the floor tiles, she cast her shrunken chicken paw-like hands in a pool of red water. She couldn't tell whether it was blood, tea, or the color of the floor tiles, and she only called softly to her son. name. Mrs. Qi's heart attack did not alarm anyone else in the apartment at all.Eight and a half hours later, Liu Zhiren, the owner of the tea shop specializing in high-quality Tieguanyin, went out for a morning run as usual in Block C on the ninth floor. Along the way, he lightly beat his chest that had been stuffy in the air-conditioned room all night, and counted in a thick and strong voice: " One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." He refused to relax even when he got into the elevator on the way back.Mrs. Wei, who lived in Block A on the seventh floor, took the same elevator with him. She was afraid that the soy milk in her hand would be spilled by him, and she would be impressed. As soon as she entered the house, she said to her husband Wei Dancheng, "There is a Taishan living upstairs." Wei Dancheng It didn't sound very pleasant, and the morning's interest was completely wiped out-he made a total of eleven calls home to check on the work all day, asking Mrs. Wei what she was doing.On the eighth call, Mrs. Wei simply said: "I'm answering the phone." Wei Dancheng had no choice but to ask Mrs. Wei to help him buy a pack of stomach medicine, and added: "——If you are not busy. I am afraid that I will Forget." When the ninth and twelfth phone calls came home, Mrs. Wei was still in the western pharmacy, and when the last call was finally received by Mrs. Wei, Wei Dancheng cursed: "Where did you die?" Putting on the microphone, he cursed bitterly: "Boring." Wei Dancheng firmly believed that his wife must have hooked up with any Taishan upstairs.He rushed out of the office in a huff, rushed into the apartment, rushed home, and started a hot fight with Mrs. Wei that lasted for two hours and twenty-seven minutes.When the two sides quarreled for two hours and fifteen minutes, Wei Dancheng mentioned that Mrs. Wei taught the children to call the administrator "Uncle Guan". "He is old enough to be my father. Why do you want children to call him 'Uncle'? Isn't it appropriate to call him 'Grandpa'? Why do you want children to call him 'Uncle'? What does he have to do with you? "Wei Dancheng stroked his aching stomach cavity up and down, suspecting that this breath had accelerated the speed of the latent cancer cells in his body, he fell down in the rocking chair angrily, and waved away a vase.But he made up his mind not to take the initiative to bring up Taishan.Mrs. Wei was used to it anyway, so she didn't respond. She walked away from the fragments of the vase on the ground, turned on the TV to watch "A Generation of Queens", and threw Wei Dancheng the stomach medicine on the TV.Wei Dancheng carefully checked whether the seal on the medicine package was intact before he dared to open it. He swallowed it and continued to curse: "It's not that I'm narrow-minded, you should be more careful as a woman! Don't think that I'm out there all day. The horse has become blind, I know everything you have done, but I will tell you!" From the moment the vase broke, a young couple in Block C next door stopped playing.The hostess Huang Xiaoling pressed her index finger on her lips first, and made a gesture of silence.Her boyfriend Zhu Guodong said while lighting a cigarette, "Are you noisy again?" Huang Xiaoling nodded and continued to listen for a while.Zhu Guodong blew out two smoke rings and said, "Isn't that what happens when you're married? It's a small quarrel for three days, and a big quarrel for five days. Do you think they were quiet?" Although Huang Xiaoling still tilted her head slightly, Zhi Yi She turned her ears, but she had already turned a deaf ear to Wei Dancheng's nervous shrill voice next door.She began to figure out the meaning of Zhu Guodong's words.After a moment, she decided that he was implying that there could be no happy death after the two were married.In other words: Zhu Guodong has no sincerity in marrying her.It just so happened that at this time Zhu Guodong's big hand came over from under the quilt, which aroused Huang Xiaoling's anger. She slapped him away and said, "If you want to be quiet, don't shoot!" They didn't quarrel like the Wei family couple. Zhu Guodong knew each other's temper, got out of bed, dressed, and went out angrily.After wandering around the street for a while, I finally decided to go to "Diana" and dance it to have a good time. (On the road, he heard a man walking and sighing. He originally wanted to ask that man to go with him, but he felt extremely bored, so he changed his mind. But even if Zhu Guodong really dated the man who sighed, the other party would not Go—he is depressed from night after night of endless insomnia for no apparent reason.) As soon as Zhu Guodong entered the ballroom, he stared at a woman of about thirty-five years old, brightly dressed, but panic-stricken. people.Judging from his inexhaustible experience: the woman's husband was either a sailor or a doctor, and she was a bitter woman who came to the underground ballroom for the first time to try her luck, or to test how much charm she still had left.He danced solo to the music in front of her, as a gesture of invitation.The other party's trembling red lips and jaws and a pair of calves let him lead him around twice.Zhu Guodong reckoned that this was the case, so he grabbed him, dawdled and contradicted him.Unexpectedly, after a while, the woman pushed Zhu Guodong away, and Gordon stepped on stilettos to rush out of the dance floor, and left without looking back. Along the way, Lin Nanshi felt a wave of nausea welling up in her throat. She drove the BMW520i quickly, ran through six red lights, and crushed an unlucky fox dog to death.After finally returning to Fuli Mansion, he forced a smile to Guan Youkai.But as soon as she entered the house, she couldn't vomit - the house was completely dark, which meant that Fan Yangfan hadn't come back yet, and that she had reason to regret coming back too early.She didn't take off her shoes, threw herself on the bed with her clothes on, and burst into tears. When Fan Yangfan returned home, it was already forty-eight hours later.Lin Nanshi was sitting in a corner of the living room, reading a book she hadn't touched since she graduated from university.Fan Yangfan casually mentioned that he went to the Taichung construction site temporarily to inspect, and no one answered the phone... and so on, and finally raised his voice as if suddenly remembering a very important thing: "Hey! Did you hear Got a strange smell?" In fact, Guan Difan in Block D has already smelled this strange smell.At first, the strange smell made him unable to paint the upright bridge of the nose of the old farmer in the painting with concentration, and he regretted it very much.Start sniffing around the house like a hound, throwing out all the junk that's been hoarding in the kitchen, bathroom, pantry, refrigerator, under the bed, and in drawers.But the strange smell is still lingering, and the appearance is left and right.Finally, he gave up the idea of searching for stinky objects, and fell into the creator's usual lazy meditation.The strange smell of fantasy comes from the fine hair of the old farmer in the painting.After thinking about it for a while, Guan Difan gradually believed that his painting was not just a work that was about to win a provincial exhibition award, but a real life with flesh and blood. "Maybe there really is such a farmer in this world." He said to himself, "He lives in a small village in the Chianan Plain, and he is washing the mud off his feet." Guan Difan said Picking up the paintbrush again, he filled in the old farmer's nose with a touch of pale, purple-red paint, saying, "And he has sinusitis." Guan Youkai, who provided the inspiration for this rice planting picture, was holding his nose and cleaning up the dead body of a dog crushed to death by Lin Nanshi two days ago on the street in front of the apartment.The owner of the dog is Zhang Dechong, assistant manager of the insurance company in Block C on the tenth floor.When Zhang Dechong went out the morning before, he crossed the express lane with his nose covered, turning a blind eye to the dog corpse lying on the road.He has forgotten that his only close pet friend disappeared for seven days after leaving home to court a mate.In the past two days, Zhang Dechong's whole mind has been occupied by his job crisis—the insurance company may have discovered the secret that he secretly colluded with the garage and falsely reported the loss of the car accident.At present, although he is still in contact with some routine business in various places, he occasionally goes to some car accident scenes to serve as a temporary judge to determine the responsibility for the accident, to decide on compensation matters and so on.But whenever the perpetrators humbly complained to him about the accident, he was not as calm, authoritative and confident as before.His eyes flickered, and his eyes wandered between the broken body of the car and the exaggerated and mournful face, and the begging image of himself fighting for customers when he first entered the industry drifted in his mind.He wanted to let those customers who were unwilling to pay premiums in vain and bear responsibility for accidents understand that he was actually a lowly interrogator, but the more humble he was, the more he hated humble people.He deduced that the reason why people look sad is only to escape the humble situation.So Zhang Dechong would be even more stern, put up a long face, and question those people: "If you felt that the brakes were not so smooth beforehand, you should have checked and maintained early. Who can blame if something goes wrong now?" or "You are too Careless!" or "If you are so careless, it will be miserable." His customers are disgusted that they should listen to such rude instructions.But Zhang Dechong was neither vigilant nor caring.At the bottom of his secret heart, he is actually teaching himself the mistakes he has made; he both regrets his greed and resents himself for not being cautious in carrying out his greed. Three days after the fox dog was crushed to death without his knowledge, Zhang Dechong finally decided not to step into the insurance company's door again.He took down the seven murals on the wall, packed up all the furniture that could be sold, wrote his resignation letter, threw the remaining business cards into the trash can, changed into a light sweatshirt and jeans, and called a An acquainted secretary, please ask the other party to transfer the house of Fuli for him in the shortest possible time.Then he pulled out the crushed map of the United States from under the glass mat, lit a cigarette, and began to browse carefully. By lunch time, Zhang Dechong had circled the place names of eight cities including San Francisco, Houston, and Seattle on the map.He was in the midst of extremely exhausting thinking—how would eight strange cities that sounded like a jerk receive a visitor like him who had ideals, was willing to work hard, made small mistakes, but was willing to start a new life?What can he choose?Or who would choose him?Zhang Dechong put out the last cigarette anxiously, and threw the empty cigarette case out of the window. A gust of westerly wind blew the empty cigarette case two spinners, causing it to return to Fuli Building on its way down and land on the balcony of Lai Jincai, a resident in Block C on the third floor.The empty cigarette case lay quietly on the floor tiles for a full thirty hours. After a light rain, the crumpled paper shell was broken up again, revealing a piece of paper sandwiched between the plastic paper sleeve and the words Baodao brand. A patriotic lottery ticket. A week later, Lai Jincai exchanged three million NT dollars with this lottery ticket, and has since become a person of faith.He believes that there are immortal Buddhas and Bodhisattvas watching all living beings in the world, leaving indelible records for people's silent good and evil.He told his wife: "I've done the math, and it's worth about 50,000 yuan to accumulate a piece of Yin Gong." Then, he took out a list, on which he wrote every good deed he had done since he was a child—but these were only As far as his excited memory reaches.In fact, he has done more good things than just giving up his seat on the train to a few old and weak women and children.At least, he had forgotten all about helping a blind man cross the road two weeks earlier. The blind man came to massage Wu Baoming's old father in Block D on the fifth floor.Mr. Wu's twin grandsons have been fascinated by the game of pretending to be blind since then.They closed their eyes, walked shoulder to shoulder, and turned around in the 60-square-meter house.In less than a week, you can adapt to a dark home life completely without eyesight.At the beginning, Wu Baoming and his wife were angry about this and warned them: Doing so is a sign of lack of sympathy.But Xiaobao and Xiaoming really fell in love with this kind of adventure-filled activity.They always practice a few times after their parents and grandfather go to bed or before they wake up—it's the most stimulating show in the apartment, after all. On the night when Lai Jincai bought a Peugeot 505 with automatic transmission, Xiao Bao and Xiao Ming had already expanded the playing field for the blind to the outdoors.Two identical little guys tiptoed out, wrestled with the darkness in the corridors between A, B, C, and D, and laughed brightly from time to time.After a while, the brothers realized at the same time that it is easy to lose interest in playing in too familiar places for too long, and it is easy to be called home by acquaintances in the dark.So they approached the elevator at the same time, fumbling to press the button to go upstairs. They ran into the first stranger at the door of TV producer Ke Kaidi in Block A on the ninth floor.Neither brother opened their eyes—in case they were judged to be fouled by the other; if they had opened their eyes (or just peeked through the slits) and seen the stranger, they would have given up the game immediately and screamed loudly.Because that person is Tao Dawei, their favorite children's program host.Tao Dawei patted the heads of the twins, and suddenly thought of an idea. (He later applied this idea to the show, which made Xiao Bao and Xiao Ming laugh; they would never know that the two Tao Dawei created by using composite photography on the screen were actually from themselves.) At that time, the twins had already Drilled back into the elevator and continued to climb to a higher place. They lingered a few times in the corridor between the two empty houses in Blocks A and B on the tenth floor, and suddenly found that everyone was not laughing for no reason as before.The air was filled with the smell of death.The beating sounds of the countless fleas lurking in the carpet gradually became clear—like the rhythm of their tiny hearts.They tilted their heads to listen for a while at the same time, and suddenly heard some more insidious voices.Those voices were like the approaching waves, surging over mountains and seas, they couldn't understand them, but they absolutely refused to open their eyes to identify them.Apparently they have all discovered the mystery of the blind: if the eyes are opened, all sounds and images are instantly lost. The twins stood quietly like this, and could hear the waves of louder and louder voices—Uncle Guan on the bottom floor was yawning and washing things/The brothers and sisters of the Ding family on the second floor were playing with electric trains/ There is a canary singing on the balcony of Block A on the third floor / Someone in Block B on the fifth floor said: "Touch yourself! Seven grab one." / The toilet in Block D on the sixth floor is broken and dripping water / The four houses on the eighth floor are at the same time There are four big women panting and screaming / There are a few mosquitoes buzzing and flying in Block B on the ninth floor. The two brothers listened and felt that the sound also had a smell, a shape, and a temperature.This new feeling made them uncomfortable.Xiao Ming said: "Brother! Go home, I heard Mom get up." But Xiao Bao bravely said: "No, we agreed to go to the top floor." He grabbed his brother and rushed to the elevator, thinking But I just wanted to pass the game as soon as possible. They ran blindly on the eleventh floor, not at all interested in Lin Binghong's voice of sighing as he flipped through the book.They only smelled someone farting and hiccupping near the adjoining wall between A and C. They stretched out their tongues and wrinkled their noses, expressing that they couldn't stand it, and went back to the elevator. But what happened next on the last floor made the twins never forget it.As soon as the elevator door opened, they were suddenly taken a step back in fright by several smells and sounds that rushed towards them—there was frankincense from a baby in Block C, mixed with the smell of wine from Fan's mother in Block A, and the smell of wine was very strong. Mixed with the watercolor scent emanating from Block D and the gentle sound of the brush rubbing the paper; however, what blends with these is a stronger, larger, and more expansive thing, which comes from behind the door of Block B Pushed out, there was a stench of corruption and necrosis, a cry that pierced the eardrums, and a completely unfamiliar and completely clear scene of extinction—this pair of little brothers who hugged each other and closed their eyes had already seen tea stains and blood on the floor tiles , Messy low table, wires, sofa and old lady Qi's body. When Mrs. Qi was transported away, Guan Difan was standing on the back balcony breathing fresh air. He saw Liang Longrun get out of the taxi and continue to complete the last section of the healthy road of about 100 meters. Laugh out of nostrils.Liang Longrun and Liu Zhiren ran into the atrium of Fuli Building almost at the same time. Hearing the sound of the other party beating his chest and counting, he couldn't help but straighten his back a little bit, and when he returned the salute to Guan You, he vigorously shook off his right hand. Guan Youkai was excited about it for a few minutes, until Yi Wanjun yawned and looked haggard and went downstairs to get milk, then he suddenly became ashamed and stammered: "Miss Yi You, early, early." Yi Wanjun ignored him as usual.Fortunately, Lin Binghong held a newspaper at this juncture and said to Guan Youkai: "Today is enjoyable, the United States has fought Libya, this is worth seeing." Guan Youkai replied in a daze: "That's great!" JJ rushed down from the elevator and shouted vigorously: "What a nice day! Folks." In JJ's real hometown, it was the night before, where it was raining lightly.个念头是：“不知道台北现在有没有下雨？”对于大多数还在公寓里的人来说，天气真是不一定的——魏太太正在做一个打雷的梦。黄晓玲和朱国栋却回到床上重新开始嬉戏，他们在晴朗的窗前翻云覆雨，以致幻觉到短暂的彩虹。而吴宝明却感觉天气变幻莫测，因为他的一对双胞胎儿子突然不皮不闹了。至于刚从富礼大厦南侧走出来的赖进财，一定对当时的天气产生过极为短暂的错觉——因为范太太正从十二楼的顶层下来，迅速通过她丈夫曾经命名过的两排铜质黑字、像一朵巨大的乌云般冲他罩顶落下。
如果各位不愿意目睹悲惨的事件发生，可以站在富礼大厦的北侧，那里有充足的阳光、林荫大道、就近步行上学的孩童、到超级市场采买新鲜蔬菜的明艳妇女，还有一片广大的公园绿地，都是这个城市里最美好的一面。毕竟这是一个开放性的参观活动，自由和谐又多元化，欢迎各位随时将宝贵的批评指教提供给您的导游。
The program we have arranged is very simple. What you are going to visit is just a very ordinary twelve-story apartment building.On the wall near the top on the south side of the apartment, there are two rows of large black-painted copper characters, which read: "Fuli Building/Fortune Building", which is the name of the building.Chief engineer Fan Yangfan, who is in charge of designing and supervising the building, lives in Block A on the 12th floor. The head of his bedroom is facing the cover with the word "Fu" outside the wall.To be honest: he is not satisfied with the English name of "Fu Li", but he really can't think of any English word that can contain the meaning of "rich and kind" and can fit the pronunciation of "Fu Li".His wife, Ms. Lin Nanshi, used to be the flower of the English Department of the university. She once gave him an idea and named the building "Fully Building". Fan Yangfan disagreed. He thought it sounded "stupid". It's not good to become "Foolish". One year after the completion of Fuli Building, Lin Nanshi still remembers the expression on her husband's lips when he rejected the word "Fully". That expression made Lin Nanshi feel slighted for the first time.She believed that from that time on, Fan Yangfan began to stay away from her.So, one year later, when she was walking home from a nearby supermarket on an early summer evening, she suddenly looked up and saw the words "Fortune Building". In fact, once we get to know each member of this building, we will find how close they are. First of all, we must meet Mr. Guan Youkai, the building manager behind the counter on the ground floor.He used to be a lieutenant colonel instructor of a certain military academy, and after retiring from the army, he worked as a guard in various factories, construction sites, and warehouses in the northern region.Fuli Building was still under construction, so he slept in a plywood room behind the sample house.Work with supervisors, builders, customers and others in shifts to inspect the development of the entire building every day.He was usually on night duty, and on several occasions he had chased away junior high school thieves in the neighborhood who were trying to steal colored tiles or soundproofing panels.So Guan Youkai has a unique, strong and proud feeling for the completed apartment.This feeling made him a little uncomfortable in the first three months when he met the apartment residents. He always felt that these people had robbed or invaded him, so that he often showed a trace of hostility inadvertently.Whenever he watched people get in and out of the elevator, he couldn't help snorting his nose paralyzed by peppers and thought: He used to sprinkle a few bubbles of piss steaming on the elevator every night, and now these residents are all stepping on him. Guan You opened the urine.Occasional hostility from the gatekeepers was detected by residents, but no one cared.Mrs. Wei in Block A on the seventh floor said it well: "That's how the administrator should be. He just needs to be aggressive so that we can live safely." Mrs. Wei taught her two children to shout: "Hello, Uncle Guan" when entering and leaving the apartment hall. Within two weeks, 108 children and teenagers in the apartment had followed suit.Guan Youkai thus tasted the compassion of being a kind elder, and once again recalled the honor that is always present in his military career.After a while, he completely forgot about urinating, and often volunteered to change the loop-hair carpet in the elevator.The work of scrubbing carpets is monotonous and tedious, but Guan Youkai has experienced all kinds of monotonous and boring things for many years, and he is quite used to it.He always thinks of some beautiful things when repeatedly rubbing his hands to foam up, for example: Yi Wanjun, a single girl who lives in Block B on the eighth floor, has a pair of towering breasts and a plump butt. Of course Yi Wanjun didn't know this.She used to bathe around midnight, lathering all over her body.By chance, Guan Youkai was scrubbing the carpet while she was soaping, that's all.She rarely cared about anything in Fuli Mansion.Except for occasionally feeling the gaze of two lustful eyes in the elevator, Yi Wanjun hardly felt that there was anything special about the apartment.Whenever her colleagues, classmates or relatives ask: "How is the place where you live? Is it okay?" She always blinks her eyes, thinks about it, and then says: "It's nothing, I live anyway. But there seems to be a The pervert lives upstairs." She never looked at the pervert. That "pervert" lives in Block D on the 11th floor. His name is Lin Binghong, and he is the manager of a trading company.Lin Binghong didn't know that all Yi Wanjun's colleagues, classmates and relatives were spreading the word "There is a pervert upstairs in Xiaowan's house" in every corner of the city.He is not like Guan Youkai, who has any special intentions towards Yi Wanjun, but he does feel that this neighbor on the eighth floor is kind. In fact, both Lin Binghong and Yi Wanjun have forgotten: when they were still in high school, the two schools jointly organized an outing, and they once climbed a difficult and dangerous mountain road hand in hand.Yi Wanjun later said to Lin Binghong, "Thank you." It was the first conversation with a friend of the opposite sex since Lin Binghong changed his voice, and he was very excited.After the holidays he told the little roosters in his class: "I got a cock!" This lie was maintained and expanded for a semester, and the final result was: "I took her to the stands of the stadium I did it, it’s nothing. I don’t think we’ll meet again in the future.” On Yi Wanjun’s side, fantasies and lies were staged in completely different postures.After the vacation, she announced to her classmates with a confused and helpless look: the boy who accompanied her on a mountain road wrote her love letters every day, which annoyed her to death. "I had no choice but to tell him to concentrate on studying and get into a good university." She said quietly, "I will see you later." Lin Binghong is indeed a hard-working student. Even though he got married, had a child, and became a manager all these years after graduation, he still maintains the habit of studying at night.The desk lamp in his study was always the last to be extinguished in the apartment.At two o'clock in the middle of the night, he closed the copy of Iacocca's "Turning Defeat into Victory", got up and went to the window to look at the entire atrium of Fuli Building (sometimes he would see Guan Youkai coming out with a flashlight to dry the carpets).Then he walked slowly back to the bedroom, undressed slowly, went to bed, lay down in a space that Mrs. Lin's body had not occupied, and sighed. Even if Mrs. Lin was very sober at the time, she would not understand: Why is Lin Binghong so angry?Perhaps she would say: "Why are you sighing?" Lin Binghong himself was puzzled; what was he sighing about?But the first thing he did after going to bed was so inexplicable.His insomnia was equally inexplicable.He would say to his wife every day: "Today I am as tired as a dog." But today is destined to be the same as yesterday or the day after tomorrow in that he cannot sleep.He hasn't slept in a year.He didn't understand what the real reason was.Career?Very busy, but also very routine, very stable.The same goes for marriage and family.He once rummaged through various best-selling books on popular psychology on the market, trying to find out where the problem of his insomnia was.The books say he is anxious; he denies it because there are no events in his life that warrant anxiety.The book says he is rigid; he denies it because he has plenty of energy and financial resources to pursue a leisure life: growing flowers, tasting tea, watching art season performances and analyzing international situations.The book says that he is dissatisfied with the current situation; he denies it because his wife is a virtuous housekeeper, his children are smart and well-behaved, his position is high, and his business has developed.The book says that he lacks stimulation; he also quietly denies it, because he also has one or two close girlfriends who can be fixed or not, and they please each other without any worries every Tuesday or Friday afternoon.He has every reason to deny everything in the book.Whenever the moment when he won the battle with the authoritative works of psychoanalysis or social analysis came, it was almost dawn.When Lin Binghong puts on his morning running shoes, he often predicts who he might meet when he goes downstairs, runs, grabs the newspaper, and goes upstairs.He rarely guesses wrong.There are only a few fashionable morning joggers in the apartment: Liang Longrun, a retired major general in Block B on the fourth floor, James Jennings, an American business lawyer in Block A on the sixth floor, Liu Zhiren, the owner of a tea shop in Block C on the ninth floor, and The famous painter Guan Difan.Lin Binghong is the same as all these people: they only know each other's faces, and know nothing about the rest.When they met on the road, they would nod each other in polite greeting.But no one runs the same route. Liang Longrun has been going straight to the Sun Yat-Sen Memorial Hall.There he met a middle-aged widow who danced folk dance.The two of them did nothing but turn around in circles with their hands on their backs.For this reason, Liang Longrun felt a little annoyed that he had done the surgery to remove the prostate too early.But pure dancing did not prevent the two of them from returning to the feeling of testing their lover's heart in their teenage years-it was only a test; Liang Longrun would occasionally pinch each other's tiger's mouth and rub her waist.The other party came to step on his toes from time to time (making his sweaty and itchy Hong Kong feet a short, pleasurable pain).He knew that her husband had died in the early years, and her children had already married and established businesses. Now she lives in the home of her daughter and son-in-law.She knew that his wife was still alive and that the three generations of the family lived happily together.The understanding of the two sides is true and honest, which neither helps nor hinders their selfish admiration.They are happy to share the 30 minutes of every sunny morning, in which everything in reality dies.In the fantasy of returning to youth, neither side paid attention to a small detail-one of her sons also lived in the apartment of Fuli Building, and once returned home drunk at night, waking up half of the residents of the building.That night, Liang Longrun took the lead and rushed downstairs, grabbed the drunk man's tie and belt, and threw him into the fountain in the atrium.The widow's drunken son struggled bravely and climbed out of the pool, but his hands were limp and he couldn't hold back.Liang Longrun put his palms behind his waist, and a huge shadow covered the other party's sight and body, and scolded sharply: "Fuck your mother! You don't know the heights of the sky!" Early the next morning, he yawned and looked at the other party. The dance partner complained: young people nowadays have lost their morals and are unclear about right and wrong.She kept nodding her head and echoing, "That's right! Nothing is better than before. People nowadays are not educated at all." Liang Longrun's physical strength was a little weak this morning, and he became dizzy after dancing two Scottish square dances. , the return journey had to take a taxi.He got off the car at a corner 100 meters away from the apartment, panting for breath, and ran the last stretch of the road to health.When he entered the door, he ignored Guan You's "Morning General!" and plunged into the elevator.Inside stood the American lawyer JJ in Block A on the sixth floor and the chick Susan he hung from the Fisherman Pub last night.Susan is an out-and-out Chinese.If her father knew that she was snuggling in the fluffy arms of the foreigner with her dyed yellow hair, he would have escaped from prison and strangled her to death with his own hands.Susan knew this from the very beginning when she was in the tavern. Every time she was with her foreign boyfriend, she would inevitably encounter hatred and contempt from fathers like Liang Longrun.As usual, she chewed her gum more intensively, rolled her eyes and looked up at the number of the elevator floor indicator light.Liang Longrun couldn't bear Susan's self-respecting attitude more and more, his blood surged, his throat trembled, and he spit a mouthful of thick phlegm at Guan Youkai's freshly washed loop wool carpet. JJ frowned as he watched the spitting barbaric old man get out of the elevator, and shook his head.Susan shook her head too. JJ said: "Chinese really have a bunch of spit." Susan said: "Yes, sure. They are all the same." She brushed the ends of her hair, completely forgetting that there was such a person as Liang Longrun in the world.However, if she knows the truth, she should remember it for the rest of her life: Liang Longrun is not an ordinary bad old man - when her father's case of stealing military products (soybeans and gasoline) was discovered, it was this person who insisted on transferring it to the Military Law Department General Liang.If it wasn't for someone like Liang, Susan would still be a typical Chinese girl with black shiny hair and a gentle and reserved demeanor, so she wouldn't have such an objective view of the dirty old man who represents the old Chinese ideas and stubborn traditions. "I hate them, you know." Susan threw the gum on the carpet, "They are trash." Guan Youkai discovered the chewing gum residue three days later, it had become black and hard, and it was firmly integrated with the ring hair.He first suspected that it was the mischievous pair of twins Wu Baoming in Block D on the fifth floor.The twins always liked to joke with him; one said: "Hello, Uncle Guan!" The other went on to say: "Hello, kid." The two little ghosts never let him distinguish clearly: which one is Xiaobao?Which one is Xiao Ming?When he lay on the ground and scraped away the chewing gum residue with a small blade, he felt the humiliation of being fooled even more strongly, and he couldn't help sighing repeatedly.This scene was seen by Guan Difan, a painter who just came back from a morning run, and couldn't help but blurt out praise: "It's so beautiful!" Guan Difan folded his arms around his chest, rubbed his thumbs on the beard on his chin and forehead, and was moved by the sudden inspiration It must be a little awkward.He spent ten minutes watching Guan Youkai's diligent cleavage movements, watching drops of crystal clear sweat slipping over his undulating cheek wrinkles, rolling down quickly, and being absorbed by the dense carpet. Guan Difan ran up the stairs excitedly, returned to the studio in Block D on the 12th floor, opened the pad, and started to make a draft.Until near dusk, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Holding the fifty-third piece of draft paper in his hand, he sang to the setting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.On the paper is an old man who looks very similar to Guan Youkai (perhaps even older and thinner), planting rice seedlings in a pool of field water, and the ripples caused by sweat dripping down the field water reflect the wrinkles on the old man's face.Guan Difan rubbed his beard, jogged around the room, and sang louder: "Tou goes out early, the sky is getting brighter, and sometimes rides a waterwheel..." Following the trend of painting circles in the past two years, this painting is definitely Be able to stand out and win awards in the provincial art exhibition.He knows it all too well. For more than a month thereafter, Guan Difan often went downstairs to chat with Guan Youkai, listening to him complain that the administrator's benefits were meager and his work was heavy.He has to worry about the door and offend the visitors. His "Old Chief" General Liang told him more than once recently: "Don't let those dubious women get into Fuli." Judgment—" Guan Youkai said, "The prostitutes don't have words written on their faces, who can tell which woman is for sale these days? Which woman is not for sale?" Guan Difan just nodded, he didn't He didn't know what the other party was talking about, but he was very focused on observing the changes in the time and shadow of Guan Youkai's pulsating muscles on his left cheek.It was Yi Wanjun who had just returned from the outside with a tired face who really noticed Guan You's conversation.She thought that Guan Youkai had found out the secret of her part-time job at Sister Jin's every Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights, and immediately bowed her head in fright and walked quickly.As a result, she pressed the wrong button, and the elevator took her straight to the twelfth floor.As soon as the door opened, she stumbled towards Block B. She hurriedly took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole hard. After twisting it for a long time, she broke out in sweat and looked up suddenly to realize that she had gone to the wrong floor. This would have been just a very inconsequential episode.Yi Wanjun complained twice about being unlucky, turned around and went downstairs to go home, and immediately put a pot of hot bath water on her body, just soaping her body three hours earlier than usual.But the situation in Block B on the twelfth floor was completely different. The old lady Qi who lived alone in Block B on the 12th floor never thought that there was only a shy and anxious weak woman outside the door.The first thing she thought of was the few gunmen who had just been reported on the TV news, and she was paralyzed at the moment.As soon as he turned over, he jumped up and pushed a row of heavy sofas towards the door at full speed.On the way, Mrs. Qi's little feet caught a wire, and the wire tripped over the coffee table, and a bowl of hot Tieguanyin on the coffee table fell to pieces with a "bang" on the purple-red Roman tiles (if it wasn't for this brand of tiles, it would be exactly eight points. full of boiling water and hot tea, the sound will definitely not be so similar to the box cannon in TV dramas in the early Republic of China), Mrs. Qi was sure that the villain outside the door had already fired.She covered her heart with one hand and leaned on the sofa with the other, and suddenly felt a whirlwind.In the next second, she caught a glimpse of the telephone in the corner ten feet away, and her son and daughter-in-law thousands of miles away—all of them floated up and receded beyond an infinite and vast space.The last time she slipped on the floor tiles, she cast her shrunken chicken paw-like hands in a pool of red water. She couldn't tell whether it was blood, tea, or the color of the floor tiles, and she only called softly to her son. name. Mrs. Qi's heart attack did not alarm anyone else in the apartment at all.Eight and a half hours later, Liu Zhiren, the owner of the tea shop specializing in high-quality Tieguanyin, went out for a morning run as usual in Block C on the ninth floor. Along the way, he lightly beat his chest that had been stuffy in the air-conditioned room all night, and counted in a thick and strong voice: " One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." He refused to relax even when he got into the elevator on the way back.Mrs. Wei, who lived in Block A on the seventh floor, took the same elevator with him. She was afraid that the soy milk in her hand would be spilled by him, and she would be impressed. As soon as she entered the house, she said to her husband Wei Dancheng, "There is a Taishan living upstairs." Wei Dancheng It didn't sound very pleasant, and the morning's interest was completely wiped out-he made a total of eleven calls home to check on the work all day, asking Mrs. Wei what she was doing.On the eighth call, Mrs. Wei simply said: "I'm answering the phone." Wei Dancheng had no choice but to ask Mrs. Wei to help him buy a pack of stomach medicine, and added: "——If you are not busy. I am afraid that I will Forget." When the ninth and twelfth phone calls came home, Mrs. Wei was still in the western pharmacy, and when the last call was finally received by Mrs. Wei, Wei Dancheng cursed: "Where did you die?" Putting on the microphone, he cursed bitterly: "Boring." Wei Dancheng firmly believed that his wife must have hooked up with any Taishan upstairs.He rushed out of the office in a huff, rushed into the apartment, rushed home, and started a hot fight with Mrs. Wei that lasted for two hours and twenty-seven minutes.When the two sides quarreled for two hours and fifteen minutes, Wei Dancheng mentioned that Mrs. Wei taught the children to call the administrator "Uncle Guan". "He is old enough to be my father. Why do you want children to call him 'Uncle'? Isn't it appropriate to call him 'Grandpa'? Why do you want children to call him 'Uncle'? What does he have to do with you? "Wei Dancheng stroked his aching stomach cavity up and down, suspecting that this breath had accelerated the speed of the latent cancer cells in his body, he fell down in the rocking chair angrily, and waved away a vase.But he made up his mind not to take the initiative to bring up Taishan.Mrs. Wei was used to it anyway, so she didn't respond. She walked away from the fragments of the vase on the ground, turned on the TV to watch "A Generation of Queens", and threw Wei Dancheng the stomach medicine on the TV.Wei Dancheng carefully checked whether the seal on the medicine package was intact before he dared to open it. He swallowed it and continued to curse: "It's not that I'm narrow-minded, you should be more careful as a woman! Don't think that I'm out there all day. The horse has become blind, I know everything you have done, but I will tell you!" From the moment the vase broke, a young couple in Block C next door stopped playing.The hostess Huang Xiaoling pressed her index finger on her lips first, and made a gesture of silence.Her boyfriend Zhu Guodong said while lighting a cigarette, "Are you noisy again?" Huang Xiaoling nodded and continued to listen for a while.Zhu Guodong blew out two smoke rings and said, "Isn't that what happens when you're married? It's a small quarrel for three days, and a big quarrel for five days. Do you think they were quiet?" Although Huang Xiaoling still tilted her head slightly, Zhi Yi She turned her ears, but she had already turned a deaf ear to Wei Dancheng's nervous shrill voice next door.She began to figure out the meaning of Zhu Guodong's words.After a moment, she decided that he was implying that there could be no happy death after the two were married.In other words: Zhu Guodong has no sincerity in marrying her.It just so happened that at this time Zhu Guodong's big hand came over from under the quilt, which aroused Huang Xiaoling's anger. She slapped him away and said, "If you want to be quiet, don't shoot!" They didn't quarrel like the Wei family couple. Zhu Guodong knew each other's temper, got out of bed, dressed, and went out angrily.After wandering around the street for a while, I finally decided to go to "Diana" and dance it to have a good time. (On the road, he heard a man walking and sighing. He originally wanted to ask that man to go with him, but he felt extremely bored, so he changed his mind. But even if Zhu Guodong really dated the man who sighed, the other party would not Go—he is depressed from night after night of endless insomnia for no apparent reason.) As soon as Zhu Guodong entered the ballroom, he stared at a woman of about thirty-five years old, brightly dressed, but panic-stricken. people.Judging from his inexhaustible experience: the woman's husband was either a sailor or a doctor, and she was a bitter woman who came to the underground ballroom for the first time to try her luck, or to test how much charm she still had left.He danced solo to the music in front of her, as a gesture of invitation.The other party's trembling red lips and jaws and a pair of calves let him lead him around twice.Zhu Guodong reckoned that this was the case, so he grabbed him, dawdled and contradicted him.Unexpectedly, after a while, the woman pushed Zhu Guodong away, and Gordon stepped on stilettos to rush out of the dance floor, and left without looking back. Along the way, Lin Nanshi felt a wave of nausea welling up in her throat. She drove the BMW520i quickly, ran through six red lights, and crushed an unlucky fox dog to death.After finally returning to Fuli Mansion, he forced a smile to Guan Youkai.But as soon as she entered the house, she couldn't vomit - the house was completely dark, which meant that Fan Yangfan hadn't come back yet, and that she had reason to regret coming back too early.She didn't take off her shoes, threw herself on the bed with her clothes on, and burst into tears. When Fan Yangfan returned home, it was already forty-eight hours later.Lin Nanshi was sitting in a corner of the living room, reading a book she hadn't touched since she graduated from university.Fan Yangfan casually mentioned that he went to the Taichung construction site temporarily to inspect, and no one answered the phone... and so on, and finally raised his voice as if suddenly remembering a very important thing: "Hey! Did you hear Got a strange smell?" In fact, Guan Difan in Block D has already smelled this strange smell.At first, the strange smell made him unable to paint the upright bridge of the nose of the old farmer in the painting with concentration, and he regretted it very much.Start sniffing around the house like a hound, throwing out all the junk that's been hoarding in the kitchen, bathroom, pantry, refrigerator, under the bed, and in drawers.But the strange smell is still lingering, and the appearance is left and right.Finally, he gave up the idea of searching for stinky objects, and fell into the creator's usual lazy meditation.The strange smell of fantasy comes from the fine hair of the old farmer in the painting.After thinking about it for a while, Guan Difan gradually believed that his painting was not just a work that was about to win a provincial exhibition award, but a real life with flesh and blood. "Maybe there really is such a farmer in this world." He said to himself, "He lives in a small village in the Chianan Plain, and he is washing the mud off his feet." Guan Difan said Picking up the paintbrush again, he filled in the old farmer's nose with a touch of pale, purple-red paint, saying, "And he has sinusitis." Guan Youkai, who provided the inspiration for this rice planting picture, was holding his nose and cleaning up the dead body of a dog crushed to death by Lin Nanshi two days ago on the street in front of the apartment.The owner of the dog is Zhang Dechong, assistant manager of the insurance company in Block C on the tenth floor.When Zhang Dechong went out the morning before, he crossed the express lane with his nose covered, turning a blind eye to the dog corpse lying on the road.He has forgotten that his only close pet friend disappeared for seven days after leaving home to court a mate.In the past two days, Zhang Dechong's whole mind has been occupied by his job crisis—the insurance company may have discovered the secret that he secretly colluded with the garage and falsely reported the loss of the car accident.At present, although he is still in contact with some routine business in various places, he occasionally goes to some car accident scenes to serve as a temporary judge to determine the responsibility for the accident, to decide on compensation matters and so on.But whenever the perpetrators humbly complained to him about the accident, he was not as calm, authoritative and confident as before.His eyes flickered, and his eyes wandered between the broken body of the car and the exaggerated and mournful face, and the begging image of himself fighting for customers when he first entered the industry drifted in his mind.He wanted to let those customers who were unwilling to pay premiums in vain and bear responsibility for accidents understand that he was actually a lowly interrogator, but the more humble he was, the more he hated humble people.He deduced that the reason why people look sad is only to escape the humble situation.So Zhang Dechong would be even more stern, put up a long face, and question those people: "If you felt that the brakes were not so smooth beforehand, you should have checked and maintained early. Who can blame if something goes wrong now?" or "You are too Careless!" or "If you are so careless, it will be miserable." His customers are disgusted that they should listen to such rude instructions.But Zhang Dechong was neither vigilant nor caring.At the bottom of his secret heart, he is actually teaching himself the mistakes he has made; he both regrets his greed and resents himself for not being cautious in carrying out his greed. Three days after the fox dog was crushed to death without his knowledge, Zhang Dechong finally decided not to step into the insurance company's door again.He took down the seven murals on the wall, packed up all the furniture that could be sold, wrote his resignation letter, threw the remaining business cards into the trash can, changed into a light sweatshirt and jeans, and called a An acquainted secretary, please ask the other party to transfer the house of Fuli for him in the shortest possible time.Then he pulled out the crushed map of the United States from under the glass mat, lit a cigarette, and began to browse carefully. By lunch time, Zhang Dechong had circled the place names of eight cities including San Francisco, Houston, and Seattle on the map.He was in the midst of extremely exhausting thinking—how would eight strange cities that sounded like a jerk receive a visitor like him who had ideals, was willing to work hard, made small mistakes, but was willing to start a new life?What can he choose?Or who would choose him?Zhang Dechong put out the last cigarette anxiously, and threw the empty cigarette case out of the window. A gust of westerly wind blew the empty cigarette case two spinners, causing it to return to Fuli Building on its way down and land on the balcony of Lai Jincai, a resident in Block C on the third floor.The empty cigarette case lay quietly on the floor tiles for a full thirty hours. After a light rain, the crumpled paper shell was broken up again, revealing a piece of paper sandwiched between the plastic paper sleeve and the words Baodao brand. A patriotic lottery ticket. A week later, Lai Jincai exchanged three million NT dollars with this lottery ticket, and has since become a person of faith.He believes that there are immortal Buddhas and Bodhisattvas watching all living beings in the world, leaving indelible records for people's silent good and evil.He told his wife: "I've done the math, and it's worth about 50,000 yuan to accumulate a piece of Yin Gong." Then, he took out a list, on which he wrote every good deed he had done since he was a child—but these were only As far as his excited memory reaches.In fact, he has done more good things than just giving up his seat on the train to a few old and weak women and children.At least, he had forgotten all about helping a blind man cross the road two weeks earlier. The blind man came to massage Wu Baoming's old father in Block D on the fifth floor.Mr. Wu's twin grandsons have been fascinated by the game of pretending to be blind since then.They closed their eyes, walked shoulder to shoulder, and turned around in the 60-square-meter house.In less than a week, you can adapt to a dark home life completely without eyesight.At the beginning, Wu Baoming and his wife were angry about this and warned them: Doing so is a sign of lack of sympathy.But Xiaobao and Xiaoming really fell in love with this kind of adventure-filled activity.They always practice a few times after their parents and grandfather go to bed or before they wake up—it's the most stimulating show in the apartment, after all. On the night when Lai Jincai bought a Peugeot 505 with automatic transmission, Xiao Bao and Xiao Ming had already expanded the playing field for the blind to the outdoors.Two identical little guys tiptoed out, wrestled with the darkness in the corridors between A, B, C, and D, and laughed brightly from time to time.After a while, the brothers realized at the same time that it is easy to lose interest in playing in too familiar places for too long, and it is easy to be called home by acquaintances in the dark.So they approached the elevator at the same time, fumbling to press the button to go upstairs. They ran into the first stranger at the door of TV producer Ke Kaidi in Block A on the ninth floor.Neither brother opened their eyes—in case they were judged to be fouled by the other; if they had opened their eyes (or just peeked through the slits) and seen the stranger, they would have given up the game immediately and screamed loudly.Because that person is Tao Dawei, their favorite children's program host.Tao Dawei patted the heads of the twins, and suddenly thought of an idea. (He later applied this idea to the show, which made Xiao Bao and Xiao Ming laugh; they would never know that the two Tao Dawei created by using composite photography on the screen were actually from themselves.) At that time, the twins had already Drilled back into the elevator and continued to climb to a higher place. They lingered a few times in the corridor between the two empty houses in Blocks A and B on the tenth floor, and suddenly found that everyone was not laughing for no reason as before.The air was filled with the smell of death.The beating sounds of the countless fleas lurking in the carpet gradually became clear—like the rhythm of their tiny hearts.They tilted their heads to listen for a while at the same time, and suddenly heard some more insidious voices.Those voices were like the approaching waves, surging over mountains and seas, they couldn't understand them, but they absolutely refused to open their eyes to identify them.Apparently they have all discovered the mystery of the blind: if the eyes are opened, all sounds and images are instantly lost. The twins stood quietly like this, and could hear the waves of louder and louder voices—Uncle Guan on the bottom floor was yawning and washing things/The brothers and sisters of the Ding family on the second floor were playing with electric trains/ There is a canary singing on the balcony of Block A on the third floor / Someone in Block B on the fifth floor said: "Touch yourself! Seven grab one." / The toilet in Block D on the sixth floor is broken and dripping water / The four houses on the eighth floor are at the same time There are four big women panting and screaming / There are a few mosquitoes buzzing and flying in Block B on the ninth floor. The two brothers listened and felt that the sound also had a smell, a shape, and a temperature.This new feeling made them uncomfortable.Xiao Ming said: "Brother! Go home, I heard Mom get up." But Xiao Bao bravely said: "No, we agreed to go to the top floor." He grabbed his brother and rushed to the elevator, thinking But I just wanted to pass the game as soon as possible. They ran blindly on the eleventh floor, not at all interested in Lin Binghong's voice of sighing as he flipped through the book.They only smelled someone farting and hiccupping near the adjoining wall between A and C. They stretched out their tongues and wrinkled their noses, expressing that they couldn't stand it, and went back to the elevator. But what happened next on the last floor made the twins never forget it.As soon as the elevator door opened, they were suddenly taken a step back in fright by several smells and sounds that rushed towards them—there was frankincense from a baby in Block C, mixed with the smell of wine from Fan's mother in Block A, and the smell of wine was very strong. Mixed with the watercolor scent emanating from Block D and the gentle sound of the brush rubbing the paper; however, what blends with these is a stronger, larger, and more expansive thing, which comes from behind the door of Block B Pushed out, there was a stench of corruption and necrosis, a cry that pierced the eardrums, and a completely unfamiliar and completely clear scene of extinction—this pair of little brothers who hugged each other and closed their eyes had already seen tea stains and blood on the floor tiles , Messy low table, wires, sofa and old lady Qi's body. When Mrs. Qi was transported away, Guan Difan was standing on the back balcony breathing fresh air. He saw Liang Longrun get out of the taxi and continue to complete the last section of the healthy road of about 100 meters. Laugh out of nostrils.Liang Longrun and Liu Zhiren ran into the atrium of Fuli Building almost at the same time. Hearing the sound of the other party beating his chest and counting, he couldn't help but straighten his back a little bit, and when he returned the salute to Guan You, he vigorously shook off his right hand. Guan Youkai was excited about it for a few minutes, until Yi Wanjun yawned and looked haggard and went downstairs to get milk, then he suddenly became ashamed and stammered: "Miss Yi You, early, early." Yi Wanjun ignored him as usual.Fortunately, Lin Binghong held a newspaper at this juncture and said to Guan Youkai: "Today is enjoyable, the United States has fought Libya, this is worth seeing." Guan Youkai replied in a daze: "That's great!" JJ rushed down from the elevator and shouted vigorously: "What a nice day! Folks." In JJ's real hometown, it was the night before, where it was raining lightly.个念头是：“不知道台北现在有没有下雨？”对于大多数还在公寓里的人来说，天气真是不一定的——魏太太正在做一个打雷的梦。黄晓玲和朱国栋却回到床上重新开始嬉戏，他们在晴朗的窗前翻云覆雨，以致幻觉到短暂的彩虹。而吴宝明却感觉天气变幻莫测，因为他的一对双胞胎儿子突然不皮不闹了。至于刚从富礼大厦南侧走出来的赖进财，一定对当时的天气产生过极为短暂的错觉——因为范太太正从十二楼的顶层下来，迅速通过她丈夫曾经命名过的两排铜质黑字、像一朵巨大的乌云般冲他罩顶落下。
如果各位不愿意目睹悲惨的事件发生，可以站在富礼大厦的北侧，那里有充足的阳光、林荫大道、就近步行上学的孩童、到超级市场采买新鲜蔬菜的明艳妇女，还有一片广大的公园绿地，都是这个城市里最美好的一面。毕竟这是一个开放性的参观活动，自由和谐又多元化，欢迎各位随时将宝贵的批评指教提供给您的导游。