The girl in the opposite building

I just moved to this residential area three days ago, and the floor of 13 has plenty of sunshine and excellent lighting. I rent this house at the price of 1000 yuan per month. The landlord is aunt. Although she talks a lot, she is approachable. This house was originally used by her son. Later, when her son went abroad, the house was completely empty.

I am a writer. Accurately speaking, I am a person who makes a living by writing, that is, a person who is not so famous and whose monthly income is not difficult to uncover. In this line of work, there are actually many people like me. Probably because of my career, I am rather withdrawn, so I don't have any friends. I always eat alone, go shopping alone, and sit in my room staring blankly. I don't know when I started, but I found myself used to this loneliness and began to enjoy it slowly until one day she appeared. ...

It was a sunny afternoon. I was lying on the rattan chair on the balcony, drinking coffee, reading books and enjoying a happy time of my own.

"Yinyin Creek is winding and green, and light rain shallows the flat beach."

"Goose and duck don't know where spring is going, and compete with running water for peach blossoms."

This poem was written by Chao Chongzhi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. Streams, drizzle, peach blossoms, these scenery are vivid and vivid, which makes me carefree and fascinated. Just when I was immersed in the scenery, a very dazzling light flashed in front of me, which attracted my attention and brought my thoughts back to the real world.

The light is reflected from the balcony door glass on the opposite floor 13. I know the room is 1302, because the structural layout of the building opposite is exactly the same as the building where I live.

The two buildings are very close, and I can see clearly where my eyes contact, of course, when the sun is not strong.

A girl came out of the opposite building/room KLOC-0/302, with a quilt in her hand. She was wearing a milky vest and five-point light blue jeans. Her bright black hair casually hangs over her shoulders, and her snow-white calf is petite and exquisite, which makes people uneasy.

Maybe I haven't been in contact with girls for a long time, so I can't take my eyes off for a while. She seemed to feel the fire in my eyes and suddenly looked back at me.

I quickly lowered my head, and when I was discovered by an adult, I looked like a child, and my heart was pounding unconsciously. I know it is very impolite to stare at others for a long time. I hesitated and looked up again. The girl was still looking at me and smiled at me slightly. That smile is so charming, just as the ancients said: one smile pours people into the city, and another smile pours people into the country.

I also responded in time, smiling, but it seems that she is not angry. Then, she entered the room, leaving only a gentle and graceful figure in my eyes.

In the future, whenever I read a book on the balcony, I will unconsciously pay attention to this girl who lives in the opposite building. When she appears on the balcony, my eyes will drift from the book to the opposite side, observing her every move. She doesn't seem to be angry, and I am always happy to say hello to me once in a while. Gradually, I suddenly found myself beginning to like this strange way of communicating with her.

I will appear on the balcony on time after a nap almost every day. I don't know whether to read quietly or wait for her to appear. She seems to be the only one in the family. I have never seen anyone else in the house opposite 1302, such as her friends or relatives. Can there be a lonely person like me in this world?

It happened on a sunny afternoon. She hurried from the house to the balcony, looking a little embarrassed, and waved desperately to me. I thought she was greeting me at first, and I didn't care. Then I suddenly realized that something was wrong. She seems to be calling me over. She looked at me and pointed her hand behind her in despair. I suddenly realized that something must have happened at her home.

Without much thought, I got up from my chair in a hurry. I don't know whether I feel happy or nervous at this moment. Judging from her appearance, things are obviously beyond her ability.

Because the two buildings are not far apart, I soon came to her door, where she was already waiting for me. Her body was wet, and the vest soaked with water modified her figure into a perfect curve. Even so, she is so cute that I can't help but lose my mind.

"Hello, you're ... really sorry. The faucet in the bathroom at home is broken. I can't fix it myself, and I can't find anyone to help me, so ... please, "she said apologetically.

Only then did I hear the sound of running from somewhere in the room behind her.

"You ..."

When I came to my senses, I couldn't help cursing myself from the bottom of my heart and quickly said, "Nothing, you're welcome! Show me! "

"Well, you go into the house first!"

I was dragged into the house by her, and she took me to the bathroom. The faucet is bubbling, and the ground is full of water, which is very slippery. I quickly took off my coat and found a towel to plug the faucet.

"Is there a spare faucet at home?" I asked.

She stood by with my clothes and hesitated: "There seems to be. Wait a minute, I'll look for it! " "

10 minutes later, with my efforts, the faucet finally stopped howling.

"Wipe it, the clothes are wet!"

I took the towel she handed me, and there was a peculiar smell of girls in it, which I had never smelled before.

"Thank you very much. I don't know what to do without your help! "

I gave myself a charming smile: "it doesn't matter, the weather is hot and the clothes will dry soon!" " "

Sitting on the sofa, sipping coke and secretly looking around. I've never been in a girl's boudoir, and that feeling is hard to express in words, like entering another world.

The room is clean and tidy, and the daily necessities are placed at will. The whole room is very warm, and it can be seen that she is a girl who loves cleanliness and has a regular schedule.

She wiped her hair with a towel from the bathroom and sat down on the sofa next to me.

"I'm really sorry, because I always live alone and my friends are far away. I want to call the property, but they ... forget it! Not to mention this, although I see you reading on the balcony every day, I still don't know your name. My name is Li Yu! "

"Er ... my name is Lin Sheng!"

Lin Sheng?' She repeated and asked, "What do you do?"

"Oh ... I write novels, um ... mystery novels!"

I wanted to say that I was a writer, but I finally changed the title because the word "writer" really didn't suit me.

"I used to be a writer. No wonder you like reading so much. Do you read there at this time every day? " She pointed her finger at the opposite side.

To tell the truth, I suddenly felt guilty and touched the tip of my nose. This is a bad habit of mine.

"Yes, because you usually need to accumulate materials for your creation, which happens almost every day, just like ... just like bees fall on flowers to collect honey every day."

"Ha ha, you are so humorous! Are you writers so joking? "

Seeing that her body kept shaking, I was speechless for a moment.

At this point, the room fell silent. Usually living in your own world, it is difficult to integrate into this world, just like Chekhov's The Man in the Condom. When I realized I had to break the silence, she spoke first.

"Do you still know me?"

"What?" I was stunned.

She suddenly smiled inexplicably and looked at me quietly. I was confused by her and my eyes drifted away subconsciously.

"Haha, it seems that your writers are really not good at joking!"

The Ancient Xuanwumen Spring and Autumn Zhuo Xin Classics of the Fugitive of Postgraduate Entrance Examination