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The balcony is not as tidy as the house. There are a lot of things piled up in the four corners, such as cardboard boxes, mops, empty fish tanks and dead potted plants.

Yang Zhen didn't know what was in the blue luggage bag with white spots at first, but Quan Wei said that, and he went to pick it up.It wasn't until Quan Wei instructed him to move into the second bedroom that he couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

Quan Wei stuck the shell, and said concisely: "Your luggage."

Yang Zhen was dazed by this nonsensical words, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to think about his luggage, how could it be here with Quan Wei?

He didn't want anything from Mingshui Village, and after more than a month, Yang Zhen never thought that the landlord would keep it for him, which made his reflex arc a little longer.

Generally, they are willing to help others privately, either because they have a deep friendship or have other plans. They are obviously not the former type, but if they are the latter type, they will be watched by the recipient in confusion and help More or less people will explain a few words, what is his original intention.

But Quan Wei neither died in silence nor exploded, he was secretly proud of himself.

A good landlord in China can make his tenants feel like dogs in minutes.

Quan Wei didn't speak, so Yang Zhen had to check it by himself. Since it was his luggage, Yang Zhen opened the zipper, and the first thing that caught his eye was stacked rice paper, with a reversed " Seek" word.

what?

At that time he was writing to ask for himself.

Yang Zhen could recognize his own character at a glance, but what made him stunned was the inexplicable situation in front of him. He didn't know that Quan Wei knew Fang Siyuan, and he didn't know that there was a Sun Shaoning between them. Flipping through it, he said incomprehensibly, "How did these things of mine come to you?"

Quan Wei added some water to the truth: "Your landlord told you to move out, Fang Siyuan had nowhere to send it, so he sent it to me."

Yang Zhen couldn't help being surprised when he heard his name called Xiao Fang in a smooth tone: "Did you know Xiao Fang from the beginning?"

Quan Wei let out a "hmm", and thought about whether they had known each other for 5 or 6 years, but finally didn't remember.

Yang Zhen thought that it was because of Xiao Fang's blessing that these things were returned to his hands, but Quan Wei's willingness to accept them exceeded his expectations, and he felt a warm feeling in his heart. The things in the bag were not very important to him. Important, but the thought of someone willing to save him is appreciated.

He opened his mouth after pulling his luggage, stood up and said sincerely: "Thank you and thank you Xiaofang, for always being taken care of by you. I happen to be checking in today, please have a meal."

Quan Wei is not very flattering: "I take it seriously, I don't like to go out to eat."

It's true that he doesn't eat takeaway much, but he hasn't even touched it. There are so many delicacies from all over the world, and there is no chef who cooks them at home. In fact, when he gets greedy, he will go out and have a crazy meal. I say that just because I'm a little petty.

I have to repay 17 yuan a year, and the monthly income of insurance is 1.5 yuan, and I don’t need a penny.

Quan Wei, who has been a loan shark for a lifetime, thought worriedly, save your money carefully, and don't waste your money.

Seeing that he refused without even thinking about it, Yang Zhen didn't feel hurt, because he had experienced Quan Wei's character many times, and he had almost developed an antibody.

After he crossed over, he hasn't cooked a few serious meals. One is that he has no craftsmanship, and the other is that he has no leisure time. Yang Zhen knew that his cooking skills were not good enough, so he didn't talk to him, and promised to cook a meal for Quan Wei in the house. .

He smiled optimistically. He felt as if he had earned a fortune without spending the money. Yang Zhen thought to himself that in this case, he would contract more housework in the house in the future.

Quan Wei went back to the master bedroom, and when he came out, there were two more agreements in his hand. Yang Zhen looked at the agreement and found that it was a template rental contract. He bent down on the coffee table and signed Party B's name, and then Quan Wei Wei gave him the key and card.

When Yang Zhen went back to the room and hung these two things on the key ring, he suddenly realized that the things on the ring were all microscopic. He lifted the key, door card and pendant in the air, and the objects rattled when touched. Damn, it seems to be the sound of human affection.

It was 10:[-] after a rental deal was completed, and Quan Wei had to eat lunch if he couldn't walk to a building, so he didn't go out at all, and watched a documentary about survival in the wilderness at home.

Yang Zhen was tidying up in the second bedroom, making the bed, laying out books, moving clothes into the cabinet, half-opening the door, and quietly making no movement.

After watching the two episodes, it was almost 11:[-], Quan Wei got up and went into the kitchen, and took out a pot of soaked rice noodles from the refrigerator. He grabbed a handful and threw it into the vegetable basket to drain. As a result, it seemed that there were too many. He looked at the basket for two seconds, and then went out again immediately.

Suddenly there were two rings on the open door, and then Yang Zhen heard Quan Wei outside asking: "Yang Zhen, what do you have for lunch?"

Yang Zhen just came, didn't buy anything, rice, noodles, oil and salt, he must have to go out to eat, he opened the door and said with a smile: "I haven't thought about it yet, I'll go downstairs for a while."

The house Quan Wei chose is not in the school district but in the living area. There are many restaurants outside the community, so you don’t have to worry about finding something to eat. If Yang Zhen said “I don’t know”, Quan Wei would ask him if he eats rice noodles, but now it sounds like He had some goals, so he nodded and changed his explanation: "I'm not here in the afternoon, and you can use everything you need in the kitchen and refrigerator, except for those that directly touch your mouth."

Living together should not be too fussy or polite. Yang Zhen smiled and said yes, and Quan Wei went back to the kitchen. He made a bowl of heavy-looking rice noodles with minced garlic, shallots, red oil, and hot peppers. It's actually not very spicy.

The dining room and the living room of his house are integrated, Quan Wei eats alone on the bar table on a high stool, and Yang Zhen is suffocated by the smell in the second bedroom.

Quan Wei forcibly stuffed an excessive amount of rice noodles, rinsed the bowl in a numb stomach for a while, yelled in the living room, and went out with the car keys.

Yang Zhen came out later with a half bag of luggage, which was filled with the clothes of the original body, which were too close-fitting for him to like to wear, so he was going to go downstairs to see if there were any green donated clothes like those in the Happy Garden. If there is a box, he will wash it, dry it and donate it.

He went out to eat a rice bowl, and went into the supermarket to buy daily necessities and food. When he turned around, he saw a big sign hanging on the intersection in front of him, which said "Jianmen Antique Flower and Bird Market 2km", he twisted With 5 catties of laundry detergent and a huge area of ​​paper and other things, I didn't go any further.

On the way back, Yang Zhen met a small cart selling indoor green plants. Aloe vera, succulents, and jasmine were all new varieties he had never seen in the Central Plains.

Having never seen nature and had no experience in picking goods, Yang Zhen didn't stop, but he remembered the pots of dead plants on Quan Wei's balcony.

People in the Central Plains believe that a place with lush vegetation is a place of wealth and honor. They say that Clivia gathers wealth, tuberose calms the mind, calamus is strong in Wenchang, and jade unicorn dispels evil spirits... Although the science here says that those are superstitions, but the green The greenery is really refreshing, Yang Zhen thought as he walked, and after a few days he solved his urgent need, he would go to the market ahead for a stroll.

Back home, Yang Zhen put all the custard, meat, and vegetables into the refrigerator. Seeing that the sun was shining brightly outside, he scrubbed the railings and dried a quilt on the balcony. He waited until the sun tilted and created a shade in the corner before he moved his pen and ink. After the paper came out, I lay down on the table and re-trace the directory of the dental office.

On Quan Wei's balcony, there is a set of maple-colored table and chairs for negotiation, and on the table is a literary pottery-colored thin-necked vase, with a few dried lotus pods inserted in it.

The pen casts a meandering shadow on the table. When Yang Zhen wrote these names silently again, his mood became a kind of memorial-like calm.

It was 5 o'clock before he finished writing, and he was worried that using the kitchen time would conflict with Quan Wei, so he temporarily pressed the opposite corner of the paper with ink and a teacup, and went to the kitchen.

Quan Wei stepped on the market today, but didn't like the house, and met a sissy first.

It was also a client who was looking at the house, and he met him in front of the same model model. After that, wherever he went, this person would be by his side without talking. During the period, he wanted to hit his chest with his fist no less than 3 times. Annoying him, I didn't bother to look at the house type, touched two small puddings and spun around directly.

The balcony was facing the entrance door, and the folding door was not closed. When Quan slightly opened the door, the airflow in the hall immediately rolled up the rice paper into a bulge, and the light ink bottle was overturned, and the paper danced in the wind.

Quan Wei doesn't like to study, the books and paper must belong to Yang Zhen, he quickly came in and closed the door, the paper was still falling leisurely in the air, if there is another gust of evil wind, maybe it will go to the free sky, Quan Wei Wei Wei pulled the slippers, and ran a tape measure on the shoe cabinet to add a load to it.

The words on it were written vertically, and I couldn't understand the content, but I saw a lot of names, which was a bit similar to the gift book that was registered when holding weddings and weddings in the countryside.

He Xing Yuan dental staff roster:

Dongjia, Zhang Shuyu, styled Yunqing, was born and died on September [-], Wuchen Year.

Master Xing, Zhao Rongqing, courtesy name Boyue, was born on June 27, Bingxu year, with blessings like the East China Sea.

Accountant, Deng Wen, courtesy name Weiren, born in the year of Ding Hai, wishing to live longer than Nanshan.

……

These names, titles, including the date of birth can be said to be quaint. At that time, Quan Wei didn't know why Yang Zhen was writing these, and thought that he was writing a novel.

In the kitchen, the range hood and the raging fire complement each other. Yang Zhen's leafy vegetables and garlic were half-minced until he heard the kitchen door knocking to know that Quan Wei had returned. Courtesy of reciprocity is still required.

Yang Zhen said politely, "Have you eaten?"

Quan Wei took out a box of yogurt from the side wall of the refrigerator: "No."

Yang Zhen continued the traditional hypocrisy: "Do you want to get a partner?"

Quan Wei didn't agree, but instead looked sideways at the plate of finished shredded pork with green peppers on the table. The green peppers were so rotten that the shredded pork was a bit mushy.

Seeing his undisguised disgust, Yang Zhen felt that he was a little too sincere, but he didn't have the face to despise Quan Wei in his heart, because his cooking skills were really bad.

He waited for Quan Wei to open his mouth to refuse, but who knew that the man stuffed the straw into his mouth and said while digging out something in the refrigerator: "Yes, but I still want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Give me the pot after your food is finished." washed."

Yang Zhen washed the pot neatly with the intention of seeing how superb his cooking skills are.

Quan Wei's skill is that he doesn't dislike it. He is not very good at eating salt, so every time he throws salt, he throws a stubble and tastes it. But Yang Zhen cleans up the cutting board in the back. He is not good at doing such things that are too invisible. So a few minutes later, the two came to the table, and found that the three dishes were all salty in their own merits.

Quan Wei took a few mouthfuls and then went to get a large glass of water, thinking that he would never be too lazy to wash the rice cooker and partnered with Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was more salty. Seeing that Quan Wei seldom touched his chopsticks and drank water frequently, he guessed that this person had a weak mouth. He couldn't eat and didn't say it directly. He didn't know what kind of self-esteem he was talking about, but he pretended not to see it.

The dishes I fried by myself should be eaten to death.

Although the cooking process and the result were not very good, after a meal, the atmosphere between the two of them was obviously closer to that of roommates.

Quan Wei asked Yang Zhen what he was doing in the afternoon, Yang Zhen talked about his trivial matters, Quan Wei felt that he was really hardworking, and after going out for a trip, he basically bought all the things he needed.

Those few withered pots took up space and were not eye-catching. Yang Zhen asked Quan Wei if the flower pots were still useful. Quan Wei didn’t remember where there were any pots. Yang Zhen said that he wanted to plant some flowers. As a green man, he would die. Quan Wei simply didn’t welcome it The gardener stays.

After talking about waste utilization, Quan Wei opened another bottle of yogurt, thinking about it, he asked casually: "How do you plan to pay back 17w? Have you thought about it?"

"I've been thinking about it since the day I knew I owed debts." Yang Zhen put down his chopsticks, pursed his lips and smiled, "It's still an old abacus, I'm going to be an intermediary, I submitted my resume yesterday, and tomorrow I will go to the store for an interview regardless of whether I get a reply. So in the future, I may have to ask Mr. Landlord to help take care of the business."

Quan Wei put on a "easy to talk" look: "Take care of each other, you have a good house, and I can take advantage of it, of course, if you dare to cheat me, you will be finished."

Yang Zhenxin said that if possible, he would try his best to get you a 88% discount. He said ironically, "I don't cheat anyone, especially you."

Quan Wei took a sip of milk in satisfaction, and the topic suddenly changed: "By the way, do you still have the wine you made for me last time? I still want a...no, a few jugs."

The blended wine in the vegetable market alley is still there, and it has expired now, Yang Zhen said: "That should be gone, I will find you another bar when I have time, it will not be bad, or do you just drink that one? "

"There is no requirement, as long as the drink is good," Quan Wei immediately expressed his attitude, and then he felt that the sustainable development was over, so he said with ulterior motives, "Next time you go to find me, my old driver, I will drive for you .”

Yang Zhen felt that he was too polite: "No, it won't take much."

Quan Wei said arbitrarily: "Don't push it, I'll take you off. In a place like a vegetable market, you have to transfer to a bus at n stops even after the next subway. It won't take much trouble to be a ghost."

Yang Zhen smiled and said, "...that's fine."

By the end of the day, all he saw was the human side of the landlord.

However, no one is perfect, and this kind of perspective must be one-sided, because the 88% discount paid in those years must be paid back.

Whether it’s sunlight or cooked mites, at night Yang Zhen got stuck in the quilt and had a good night’s sleep. He was really afraid that he wouldn’t be able to wake up, so he specially set an alarm clock at 8:[-], that is, I didn't expect this to be superfluous.

At around 8:[-] the next day, Yang Zhen was woken up by a rooster crowing full of rhythm and rhythm.