star chaser poem

09:30 in the evening.

Fu Jing stood in front of the intercom on the ground floor of the wooden apartment building.The metal button marked with numbers stared at him with rounded eyes, not blinking for a moment.The zipper of the backpack was open, and the contents inside were rummaged.

The administrator's aunt leaves work at six o'clock, and no one has a spare key at this time.

He re-zipped the zipper and walked to the low flower bed at the entrance of the building. Over his head was the warm yellow light leaking from other people's windows. Fu Jing sighed and sat down in the darkness.

Most likely the key was left in the office and forgot to get it back.The building is locked at ten o'clock, even if you rush to find it now, it's too late.

He went through the bag again without giving up, and when he got the same answer again, he had to hold back his temper and started to check "24-hour door unlocking service" on his mobile phone.

I knew that living alone would encounter such accidents sooner or later.

Residents from the same building pass by from time to time. Most of them carry shopping bags from the supermarket or instant bento boxes sold in convenience stores. The cool air is filled with the aroma of warm food.

Go upstairs, open the door, take off your shoes and put down your bag, then turn on the TV, sit at the table, have dinner and watch your favorite show.

Watching the backs of the neighbors, Fu Jing rarely missed her deserted rental house.

I randomly found a number I searched on the Internet and called. The master on the other end of the receiver asked about the type of door lock and replied: "This kind of lock is more difficult to open. I can only bring tools to it. There is no guarantee that it can be opened absolutely."

The voice without the slightest emotion continued to add: "It will take me four or ten minutes to get to your place, and you will have to pay extra after ten o'clock in the evening."

After inquiring about the quotation, he hung up the phone, turned to open WeChat, and clicked into the four-group chat on the top.

The best solution I can think of so far is to go to Jia Jing, because he lives in a very big house.But the distance is too far, and the journey will take an hour.

[I forgot my house key at the office, who can take me in for a night. ]

Looking at the words and sentences in the input box and the flashing green cursor, Fu Jing's finger passed over the send button, went around in a circle, and finally touched the return button on the upper left corner.

He made another voice call.

"……Hey?"

"Xiang Shi, are you home?"

"exist."

He suddenly remembered that the house was not small and the person who lived nearby happened to be someone he knew.

·

It was too late, and not many shops were still open.Fu Jing went to the convenience store to buy things for the night and a change of clothes, and picked up a few cans of beer, snacks, and ice cream, and prepared to take them with her.

It was windy at night, and he was shaking the full shopping bag while walking.Above his head is a cable that extends infinitely forward, and the lead black track draws the direction of travel for him.They hang clearly in mid-air, and have existed here for a long time, but people who walk only know to focus on their eyes and never look up.

Fu Jing suddenly felt that the current self was very much like an elementary school student who went to stay at a classmate's house with a bag of snacks on his back.

Since he came to this area when looking at the house for Xiang Shi, relying on his memory, he found the place with ease.

Before pressing the call button on the walkie-talkie, Fu Jing subconsciously glanced at the reflection reflected in the glass door: Although the situation was embarrassing, he was able to calm down when things happened.

He is not the same as before.

An intermittent current sound came from the speaker.

"it's me."

·

Recalling the scene of the last meeting, Fu Jing was once again convinced of a fact: now that the two of them stand together, they will look very nondescript.

Today's Xiang Shi is not fully armed and wearing a suit, she only has a simple white shirt, the first button of the collar is unbuttoned, and the sleeves are neatly rolled up to the elbows.

The nose pads of the glasses remained on the bridge of his nose, with a light red that was hard to fade.Fu Jing suddenly felt as if this person had been hit hard by the hammer of life, and he was in the blank space before the pain had yet spread——his face showed a trance that the pain was about to come.

"You look tired." Fu Jing said.

"Really? Actually, I just got home too."

Xiang Shi's hair was dyed light chestnut, because the contours of her eyebrows and eyes were already delicate, and her nose was straight. After changing to a lighter hair color, she looked very mixed.

When he bent down to change his shoes, the faded blond hair slipped from the corner of his forehead and fell into view.He put his broken head behind his ears as usual, and his fingers inadvertently touched the earrings on the cartilage.

Next to the door stood a small cardboard box filled with empty glass bottles of refreshing drinks.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, he explained to Shi, "It's the weekend throwing bottles, and I can't get up in the morning."

Of course I know, I live in the same district as you.

Glancing at the meticulously sized brown glass bottles, he wanted to say a word of concern, but in the end he didn't.

The house rented by Xiang Shi is a one-bedroom house. After entering the door, there is a bathroom and a kitchen in sequence. Walking inside, there is a living room, separated by a door at the end, and entering is the bedroom.

He knew that this was an apartment building that had just been built this year, and the decoration and facilities were all up-to-date, so the rent was correspondingly not cheap.

Following behind the master into the house, the other party exudes a faint smell of mint.The spicy breath wrapped in a cold feeling slowly slipped through the nasal cavity and got into the forehead. Because it smelled a little strong, he secretly guessed that it should not be perfume.

When passing the kitchen, Fu Jing shook the shopping bag in her hand, "I bought some food and wine, can you put them in the refrigerator for you?"

"Okay, thank you."

Speaking of the refrigerator, he thought it would be more appropriate to call it a drinks cabinet. There were no fresh ingredients in it, only a dazzling array of bottles and cans; the stove was as clean as if it had never been used, and the spice bottles on the shelves were almost full. of.

You can tell at a glance that you haven't eaten well at ordinary times.

After entering the living room, he unexpectedly found that there were surprisingly many things in the room: game consoles, air purifiers, humidifiers, water dispensers, vacuum cleaners and sweeping robots, and there were even audio sets around the TV.

Although it doesn't look messy, it is very crowded, and those expensive appliances even encroach on the space for people to stay.

He remembered that Xiang Shi couldn't bear the mess in the room the most before, but now there are so many things in the house that he can't put them down.

The size of the living room itself is not small, and there are enough storage places, but he still bought so many, like an animal desperately hoarding food in the cave.

"Why are they all peppermints?"

The storage boxes on the coffee table are filled with various brands of mints and colorful plastic packaging shells, which give birth to an out of place childishness in this home.

"Afraid of sleepiness."

"You stretch out your hand."

Those eyes stared at him in bewilderment, but at this moment he was even a little afraid of being rejected.

A hand was handed over obediently.

Pursing the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, Fu Jing pinched hard on the top of his thumb.Like pressing a mechanical switch on a toy, the opponent's face wrinkled as expected.

"Does it hurt?"

"I woke up completely in pain."

The hand was withdrawn again—he lowered his head and observed the painful part.

"If you feel sleepy, press the Hegu point. I was told when I was working."

"work to earn a living?"

Ah, I slipped my tongue.

Deliberately looking away, Fu Jing casually poured a piece of candy into her mouth, and replied vaguely: "Well, singing lessons cost money."

Unexpectedly, the mints are too spicy, and I couldn't help sneezing after holding it for a long time.

He sniffed, and the silence after calming down lay between the two of them.

"Are you short of money?"

Xiang Shi asked this question slowly, but Fu Jing answered quickly: "I terminated the contract with the previous company, and now I work alone. There is a one-year blank period, so I went to work."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid of causing misunderstanding, he hurriedly explained: "I am the only one who terminated the contract."