Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Aunt Zhang lives on the sixth floor, and the rented house is on the fifth floor, which is on the same floor as my house, and Jing Shen, a beast, lives in the opposite door of my house. I stood at his door with my chest crossed and watched him clean. For such a decent man, I guess he has never done housework, but I was wrong. He can do the tedious cleaning in such an orderly manner. Aunt Zhang This house is only cleaned once a year, and there is a lot of dust in the house. I just look at such a decent person in the depth of field, such a beautiful face, shuttling between the dust and the rag, and the hands are so flexible. It's like doing magic, and the house looks brand new in just half a day.

I began to suspect that he was indeed a scalpel. But this made me shudder even more. I remembered the razor in the movie "Sweeney Todd". The razor can cut off the head neatly, let alone a scalpel?I think he is a devil in a white coat even if he is a doctor. Such a devil lives opposite my house, compared to Li Peipei's married couple living opposite my house, I... God, I would rather let me sleep in the Xidan underground passage!At any rate, it's a little closer to the signing venue of Master Changsheng! "Lolo, are you 25 this year?" The devil suddenly raised his head and asked me.

I immediately took a step back subconsciously: "Then what does it matter to you?" "I'll just ask." He smiled gently, and beckoned me to come in and sit down. "Let's make friends." He said, "The chair is wiped clean. Are you thirsty? I'll get you something to drink." " "I'm not thirsty."...Hey, show your tail, devil, don't give me ecstasy. As if I had seen through the trick of the big-tailed wolf, I sat triumphantly in his living room and hummed a little song. Anyway, the door was wide open, and the mahjong table of the old lady was opposite. I guess he would not dare to do anything in broad daylight. .

"Oh, let's have some snacks then." He still smiled, calm and calm, before I could refuse, he turned around and took out a bag from the refrigerator with the logo of the supermarket downstairs printed on it. He neatly unwrapped the plastic bag with his scalpel hands, "I just bought it and haven't opened it yet," he said.I just watched him pour things out by dozens, hey, rich people are different, they buy everything by dozens, and they are not afraid of the smell of rich wine and meat on a hot day, "Whatever you like, eat it yourself." He said again. Then my dog ​​went blind, and the dozens of foods turned out to be my favorite and unaffordable—chocolate mousse!And - yellow peach egg tart!Canned peaches!Peach Yogurt!There are even peach-flavored lollipops!God!Could this devil read minds? !

"Why are you eating so many yellow peaches? Lolo, you should eat papaya." At this moment, a sentence came out of my mind for no reason. It seemed that a long time ago, in another distant time, someone said to me, but I can't see his face clearly, and I can't think of more things. Those words were blown away by the wind, leaving only the tide that catches the sky. It's a long stretch. I hold canned yellow peach in my left hand, yellow peach yogurt in my right, yellow lollipop in the yogurt, half an egg tart in my mouth, lying on the leather sofa with my legs crossed, squinting to admire the mahjong table opposite I was as comfortable as a spring sleepy cat. I was defeated without hesitation in the face of food. Chairman Mao taught us to overthrow the evil capitalism, so since he said to take whatever he wanted, I decided to eat him up. !Eat poor him!Not even a box left for him!In the end, I have to eat dry wipes, pat my ass and leave!I don't have to be polite to capitalist beasts in human skin.

While making excuses for myself, I gobbled it up. As for my dignity and image a quarter of an hour ago... Uh, forget it, the food is now, let's eat after eating... Well, Charlotte, you immoral woman. "Lolo, what are you doing now?" The capitalist beast is tearing down the curtains and throwing them in the washing machine, asking me seemingly nonchalantly. Cannibals have short mouths and soft hands, "Painting, and eating." I chewed a mouthful of food and said vaguely. "Oh." He nodded, and didn't say any more. The room fell into silence, only the sound of the washing machine vibrating, and the light and shadow of the summer afternoon cast long streaks. A talkative person, obviously he is not. I listened to the noisy card tables of some old ladies in my house opposite, but I felt quieter.

As for the depth of field, well, in fact, I have to admit that he has a good name, and he sounds like a cultured person. I looked at his busy figure in the room, and the light made his silhouette a beautiful outline, so silent and elegant He is such a beautiful person, and his face that you will never forget once you see it, how can God make such a good-looking person? I looked at him quietly, from his hair to his eyebrows, from his eyebrows to his eyes. The jaw, no matter where it is, is exquisite. With his face, there is a soft light in front of the window, and the tall and straight back is like a silent plant, but no matter in the snow mountain or the desert, the scorching sun or the rainstorm, or the extreme day. Even in the extreme night, the big tree will grow tenaciously. Its lush branches and leaves will surely protect every pedestrian under the tree from wind and rain.

What a pity, such a fairy tree. I think I am the only one who sees through the core of the tree is a flower. Like the male protagonists in my paintings, he is a man who throws himself into his arms and gives him an endless stream. He can shield every woman from wind and rain, Every woman opens her arms. The so-called temperament is polished by flowers, just like my brother, that kid has been honed in the underground band for five years. Compared with the singer, it can be said to be reborn on the spot. I suddenly remembered that when I first met my brother, I drew a picture in Beihai. At that time, I didn’t have the money to buy a computer and a hand-painted tablet. I carried an easel every day and put Wen Qing in the park. I still remember the landscape painting with green and golden yellow as the main color, the dark green is the leaves, and the golden yellow is the sunlight between the leaves. The unreasonable layout made my brother look at it and shook his head. What are you painting? He said, like an impressionist cramp. I said I didn’t know, and I suddenly wanted to draw.