Mr. Turtle who lives opposite

Zhu was woken up by the rainstorm.

The raindrops slammed on the glass window, and soon a rain curtain was spread. The high-rise street scene outside the window was crooked and shapeless, like a distorted abstract painting.

Zhu Ze slowly got up from the quilt made of clothes and pillows, opened the long-closed window halfway, hung half of his arms outside, and squinted at the gray curtain in the distance.

The dimly lit room was full of messy things, and the long table was completely occupied by takeaway boxes of instant noodle buckets, and there was nowhere to put a pair of chopsticks.

Zhu Ze closed the window, cutting off the last connection with the outside world.He took out two black plastic bags from the drawer and began to clean up the trash on the table.

In the third month after moving to Qingming from Beijiang, a sudden rainstorm made a small opening in Zhu Ze's closed environment, and he decided to go out for a walk.

It was much faster to clean up the lunch boxes without soup and water. Half an hour later, Zhu Ze went downstairs with two bags of garbage, listening to the more cheerful rain outside the window, and went downstairs in a happy mood.

The green belt in the community has been covered with shallow puddles, and the sewers are also rushing.Zhu Ze didn't hold an umbrella, and the light gray home clothes on his body quickly turned dark gray, and his hair limply stuck to his face, covering his eyes.

Zhu Ze likes rain, more precisely, he likes the feeling of going home after the rain, taking a hot shower and then getting into bed. It is very warm and has an inexplicable sense of security.

Zhu Ze doesn't care whether he meets people or not, he doesn't care about other people's opinions.But if he can, he still wants to be alone with himself in this short time.

Zhu, who didn't meet anyone along the way, felt a little happier when the elevator door closed than before.

As the elevator door opened, Zhu Ze first heard a dog bark, and then met a pair of crooked and smiling eyes.The corridor was dim, but the eyes shone with light, which made his heart tremble.

It was a rare time off, so after the night shift, Cheng Yijia slept at home until he woke up naturally, and went out to the supermarket with his slippers on, intending to reward himself.You know, no matter how good the chef in the cafeteria is, he can't handle the same dish every day.

In essence, people don't like the new and dislike the old, but they just don't like the long-term single and boring.

Cheng Yijia has never met his neighbor, this is the first time.Just when he was still debating whether to say "Hello" or "Are you okay", Zhu Ze quickly slipped into the house.

He lay on the door and stared at Cheng Yijia before he turned around, his face was blushing, and he took off his shoes for a long time.

The whole body was soaked, Zhu Ze stood in the porch and stripped himself clean, and went into the bathroom barefoot.

The hot air is dense, the skin that has not seen the light for a long time is sickly white, the slender body is covered in haze, and the head is also dizzy.

After coming out of the bathroom, Zhu put the towel hanging around his neck on his head and rubbed it a few times. Regardless of whether his hair would be blown into chicken coops when he woke up, he took off his short sleeves and threw them aside, and snorted comfortably under the covers. Twice fell into a dream.

In the dream, it was still the same as usual, a misty white mist lay in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The dream ends with the face of the man I just met.

When Zhu Ze woke up, it was already dark. He was lying on the bed and staring at his eyes. There was no specific target, and there was nothingness in his vision.

Today's dream has become different, and now he really wants to see that face again.