The Starry Sky, The Starry Sea: Chapter 2 The eyebrows are picturesque, and the color turns bright

Chapter2 The eyebrows are picturesque, and the color turns bright

The setting sun is in the sky, and the figure is on the ground. He is standing there straight in white shirt and black trousers. He is as tall as a solitary pine, and his porch is like a morning glow. His eyes are picturesque and his color is bright. .

The day was over and the sun was scorching hot, but the corner next to the house and courtyard wall was cool and pleasant, with a fragrant fragrance of flowers. No wonder he could sit here all morning without humming.

I stood in front of him with my hips on my hips, and asked blankly, "Have you seen enough? Are you satisfied with the drama we sang?"

He said nothing.

I asked angrily: "Why do you keep hiding here and peeping?"

He said calmly: "It's not peeking, but the master didn't allow it, so it's inconvenient to walk around at will." It was hard to listen to him this morning, but listening to him now, although he has a weird accent, it's not hard.

I ridiculed: "Am I not allowing you to leave? Why don't you leave?"

"There are no suitable opportunities."

I was choked by him, and there was a lot of drama all morning, and it seemed that I never had the right opportunity to leave. I asked unwillingly: "Why did you... throw me a bunch of flowers?"

"Didn't you throw me with flowers too?"

Oh! So clever! I stared at him angrily, and he looked at me calmly, with a little indifference in his calm eyes, just like the vast ocean indulging rivers to churn in front of his eyes.

I became more and more annoyed, and I was about to explode.

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, and the fallen flowers rustled down like rapid snow. I couldn't help waving my hands, tilting my head to the left and to the right, but he sat still, watching intently the fallen flowers and pistils fluttering past his eyebrows and landing in front of his lapel.

In the shadow of the flowers, the sun is light and warm, but his eyes are very quiet and indifferent, like a **** who has neither joy nor sorrow, overlooking all living beings, but the melancholy past and old dreams clearly flashed in those deep and focused eyes.

Unknowingly, I stopped my movements and stared blankly at him—it was as if all of a sudden, everything became silent, and the falling flowers all over the sky slowed down, leaving only him lazy in the whole world And sit, quietly watching the falling flowers like snow, dancing around.

In just a moment, he noticed that I was looking at him, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at me.

When I collided with his gaze, I came back to my senses and hurriedly looked away. I felt my heart was weak and my face was hot for no reason. I didn't know where the original anger had gone.

Go, go, go! If you are sad at home, why bother to blame others?

I said with disinterest: "You can leave now, the timing is absolutely right!"

He stood up without saying a word, bypassed me, and walked out.

I bent down to clear away his eating utensils, only to see porridge bowls and dishes that were barely touched. I froze for a moment, turned around, and saw him walking out step by step. He was dressed in such a funny way, and his feet were bare, but maybe because of his tall and straight stature, there was no slightest contempt for him.

"Hey - stop!"

He stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at me with no doubts or expectations, his face was expressionless and calm.

I asked: "The food doesn't taste good? Could it be that I made it so bad?"

He nodded without seeing anyone else.

I'm just, really... going to be mad at him! He's like this... He's such a ghost, he dares to despise my cooking, starve him to death!

I waved my hand in disgust and said, "Let's go, let's go!"

He turned around, still walking step by step, not slow, but definitely not fast, I couldn't help staring at his feet, thinking of the bumpy stone road outside... "Hey - stop! "

He turned around and looked at me, still expressionless and calm.

I went to the courtyard, picked up the pair of slippers that had been dried, and put them in front of his feet, "Old slippers, if you don't like them, wear them!"

He stared at the slippers for a moment, and unexpectedly made a rare request: "I want to wash my feet, can I?"

"Yes... yes, come with me!"

I walked to the corner of the kitchen and handed him the plastic hose. After turning on the faucet, I was embarrassed to stare at him washing his feet, and turned to look elsewhere.

After a while, I heard him say: "Okay."

I took the water pipe and turned off the tap. From the corner of my eye, I saw his clean feet, pale without blood, and the red scars were particularly dazzling.

He put on his slippers and took two steps, looking fit.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, just a pair of old slippers you don't need."

He didn't say any more, and walked out.

I stared at his back, and suddenly shouted: "Hey - stop!"

He turned around and looked at me with the same expressionless and calm look.

I hesitated for a while, and before I regretted it, I asked confusedly: "Where did you come from? Why did you become like this? What are your plans now? Do you want to contact relatives and friends and ask for help? I have a phone number , I can lend it to you! If you need money, I... I can lend you some!"

He was silent and did not speak, but I was even more nervous than him, and said hastily: "The rivers and lakes help the emergency, not the poor, I will not lend you too much money, at most enough for your travel expenses home."

He said lightly: "It's just me."

His words were very brief, but I understood them completely. He was the only one left. When encountering difficulties, there was no relative to contact for help; when he was wronged, there was no safe haven to go back to rest. My eyes are a little dry, and I feel like crying. I took a deep breath and said with a smile: "You have hands and feet, and you are so big, you don't intend to become a beggar, do you? You must find a job to support yourself!"

He thought for a while and said, "I should find a job."

I carefully asked: "Your education level, university, technical secondary school, vocational high school, or have you learned any crafts?"

"No."

"No? Nothing? You have to learn something when you grow up! Even if you don't get good grades in school, you should learn a craft..."

His expressionless and calm silence was like a silent disdain: I said everything, why are you talking nonsense?

I was crazy, "What have you been living on all these years? Could it be that you are gnawing on the old?"

He frowned a little displeased, "I rely on my own strength to eat."

OK! As long as it is not delicious, lazy, committing crimes, doing physical labor is also a legitimate occupation. I hesitated and struggled, and didn't speak again for a long time, and he was not in a hurry, just standing quietly under the sun, letting my reason and impulse fight.

I frowned for a while, gritted my teeth for a while, and after a full ten minutes of consideration, I tentatively asked: "Are you willing to stay and work with me? You can take care of food and housing, and your salary... depends on your performance." Just now When I was struggling, I still felt that I was a living Lei Feng, but finally found that I must be Huang Shiren in essence.

He was silent, and I was nervous, but I didn't know why I was nervous. There are limited job opportunities on this island, and now that he's down and out, shouldn't he smile flatteringly and hug my thigh?

Finally, he nodded, "OK!"

I breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily: "That's it, as long as you work hard, I will not treat you badly. My name is Shen Luo, and a snail is not a snail of Siluo, but a snail of a conch. What's your name?"

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Wu Julan."

After a short self-introduction, Wu Julan and I got to know each other, but what should we do next? It seems that I want to sign a labor contract, but I don't pay him wages, and I even plan to drive him away at any time. This labor contract... Anyway, I will never bring it up first. If he wants to scold a profiteer, he must be a profiteer. !

The two faced each other in silence, and very rarely, he took the initiative to ask: "What should I do?"

"What?" I was immersed in my own little ninety-nine, and I didn't react.

He said: "You asked me to work for you, what do I need to do?"

"Oh! Don't worry about that, I will settle you down today." I looked at him and decided that the first thing to do was to help him buy some clothes.

"I'm going out now, you and me..." Before I finished speaking, I shut my mouth abruptly.

Theoretically speaking, he is still a stranger, and I shouldn't keep him at home. However, if I take him to the street with him like this, I can guarantee that it won't take long for the whole island to spread the word Over and over again, maybe someone with good deeds will call Dad at night, I'm crazy to do that!

I thought about it a few times, gritted my teeth, and said firmly, "You stay at home!"

I pointed to the place where he sat before, "You can move out the rattan chair and sit anywhere you want."

I went upstairs, changing clothes, still struggling with my decision, was it really appropriate to leave a stranger at home whose name I just learned? You won't wait for me to come back, the whole house will be emptied, right?

In the struggle, I rummaged through the boxes and stuffed cash, bank cards, ID cards, household registers, and even a platinum and diamond necklace that I never wore into my handbag. In this way, what is left in the house is either old clothes or old furniture. Even if he wants to evacuate, it won't be easy!

When I closed the bedroom door, I thought about it, went to the bathroom to get my comb, and carefully removed a hair caught in the comb, and stuck it in the door. Then he painted gourds in the same way, and put hair in the cracks of the doors of the three bedrooms upstairs and the study downstairs.

In this way, whenever he opens the door, the hair will quietly fall out. I learned the method of such a TV show when I was ten years old. In order to verify whether my stepmother had peeked at my diary, I deliberately put my hair in the diary. The final fact proved that she did read it. I had a big fight with her. In the end, she accused her of "being very scheming at a young age".

I walked out of the house carrying a heavy handbag, and saw Wu Julan moved the rattan chair to the eaves of the main house, leaning on the rattan chair, watching the bougainvillea blooming vigorously on the courtyard wall. My heart moved slightly. The delicate pink flowers contrasted sharply with the ancient and vicissitudes of the blue-black stone walls, forming a very unique beauty. I often stared at it.

I said: "There is water and food in the kitchen, go get them yourself. Although you dislike my cooking skills, there is no need to starve yourself to death."

He nodded slightly to show that he heard it.

"Then——I'm leaving! I'll be back soon!" The moment I closed the courtyard door, I met his eyes. The smile made me feel instantly that he saw through my worries, and was even amused by my pettiness!

I stood in a daze in front of the closed courtyard gate, impossible! It must be an illusion, and it must be the reason for the angle of light!

In recent years, tourism on the island has developed rapidly. The clothing stores on Lantern Street are all popular with tourists. They mainly sell floral tops and floral shorts, which are not suitable for daily wear. I dare not go to the few clothing stores I often go to. The owners know me. I am afraid they will ask who I buy for, so I can only go to unfamiliar stores.

After visiting several stores, I finally bought clothes that Wu Julan could wear. I bought him two round-neck short-sleeved white T-shirts, two plaid long-sleeved shirts, two pairs of shorts, two pairs of trousers, and a pair of flip flops. In the end, I still blushed and gritted my teeth and bought him two packs of briefs, three in each pack, six in total.

What a crime! I have never bought underwear for my grandfather. For the first time in my life, I chose men's underwear, not for my boyfriend, but for a strange man!

On the way home, I bought some food by the way. I carried two big bags of things, and walked along the potholed stone road in the old street, while doing ideological construction for myself: When I get home and find that he stole things and ran away, it is normal, and I will treat it as a waste of money. disaster! The sooner such people are recognized, the better! So although my actions today are somewhat reckless and impulsive, they are still a well-arranged test!

When I walked to the gate of the yard and took out the key, I hesitated, took two steps back, and carefully looked at the gate in front of me. The door was tightly closed, and there were only fallen flowers and dust on the ground. I couldn't tell if anyone left with something after I left.

I bit my lip and inserted the key into the door lock. The nervousness when I unlocked it reminded me of the feeling when I was waiting for the results of the college entrance examination.

As soon as I opened the courtyard door, I saw him sitting under the eaves. I couldn't help but smile on my face, walked briskly to him, and put a bag of clothes at his feet, "It's all you Yes, I reckoned I bought it, take a look." Before he could answer, I turned around and went into the kitchen, and put the vegetables I bought into the refrigerator, "I bought a live fish and steamed it for dinner at night." In the words of my grandfather He said that although steamed fish is a test of the chef's heat, the most important test is the ingredients. As long as the fish is good and fresh enough, it can be delicious if the heat is slightly lower.

After washing his hands, he walked out of the kitchen and saw that he was going through the clothes one by one. My face was a little hot, so I quickly looked away, walked into the living room in a hurry, and said loudly: "Go and take a shower, and then change into the newly bought clothes. If it doesn't fit, I will change it tomorrow. Use the one on the first floor." In the bathroom, if you want to change the clothes, you can wash them yourself, or throw them in the trash can if you want to."

I stood at the door of the bathroom on the first floor and said to him: "This is the bathroom. There are shampoo and shower gel in it. I'll find you two clean towels. After you pick out the clothes you want to wear, go You can take a bath."

I was rummaging through the cupboard for towels when he came up behind me and asked, "What is this?"

As soon as I turned around, I saw him holding a pack of open underwear and looking at me seriously. My blood rushed straight to my face, and I almost shouted: "What are you talking about? Even if you don't read well and can't read, there are patterns printed on it!"

"How to wear it?"

I roared: "How to wear? How do you say to wear it? Of course it is worn close to the body and inside the pants. Do you want to be like Superman, wearing underwear outside, or like Batman, wearing underwear on the head? Warning you , make such a silly joke next time, I will never finish with you!" I angrily threw the towel on him and rushed out of the living room.

I stood in the yard, gnashing my teeth and swearing, I will never buy underwear for men who are not boyfriends in the future! Otherwise, good intentions will be taken as a joke!

After blowing the wind for a while, I felt that the hot face on my face had receded. I checked the time, and it was almost time for dinner, but... I have to see if he is eligible to stay for dinner.

I walked into the living room and saw that the door of the bathroom was closed tightly. I tiptoed to the door and listened. I heard the sound of dripping water, and it seemed that I was taking a bath. I hurried to the study, bent down to check carefully, and found that my hair was still clipped in the original place.

I straightened up and immediately went to the second floor. I carefully checked the doors of the four bedrooms. Every hair was still in its original place, not to mention falling, not even broken. Obviously, after I left, he didn't try to enter any room, and stayed in the yard obediently.

I bit my lip and walked downstairs slowly, staring at the closed bathroom door, a smile gradually appeared on my lips, and the annoyance of being teased just now disappeared. As long as you are not a bad person, occasionally annoying behavior is not unforgivable.

I finished cooking, but Wu Julan still hadn't finished taking a shower. I ran to the door of the bathroom and heard the sound of water still running. Could it be that I fainted in the bathroom? I knocked **** the door, "Wu Julan, Wu Julan!"

The sound of running water disappeared, "Come out soon."

"It's okay, take your time." As long as you don't faint, wash longer and clean, I absolutely support it.

I moved the rattan table and rattan chairs to the courtyard and put them away. The meals were also served on the table and arranged with a gauze cover to prevent flies. When Wu Julan comes out, dinner can be served.

It's not dark yet, but it's not hot anymore, and the breeze is very comfortable. My grandpa and I used to eat in the yard when it was neither windy nor rainy. I was sitting on the rattan chair, shaking the cattail fan, looking up at the blue sky and a few wisps of white clouds on the eaves. There was no noise of cars or horses or noisy people, only the sound of the wind blowing the grass and trees and the chirping of insects , the familiar scenery and the familiar tranquility made me feel a bit of long-lost comfort even in my sadness.

Feeling the shadow in front of my eyes, I realized that Wu Julan was already standing in front of the dinner table. I looked at him casually, but was startled suddenly, and the cattail fan in my hand fell to the ground.

The setting sun is in the sky, and the figure is on the ground. He is standing there straight in white shirt and black trousers. He is as tall as a solitary pine, and his porch is like a morning glow. His eyes are picturesque and his color is bright. .

I don't know if he is used to my amazing gaze, or he didn't notice it at all, and sat down calmly, "The clothes fit you well, thank you."

"Oh, oh... You're welcome, eat, eat!" I came back to my senses, picked up the fan to cover up my embarrassment, and there were thousands of grass and mud horses running by in my heart, and I fainted at the door of my house. man? He is so eye-catching after washing up?

Wu Julan picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of fish first. While I was eating, I secretly looked at him - the slightly long hair hangs neatly by the ears, the face is no longer half-covered, it is completely exposed, the shape of the facial features has not changed, but after washing, the skin is no longer It was dry, dull, and malnourished, and it became white and smooth, which immediately set off the whole facial features, as if the dusty orb was wiped clean, and finally revealed its original brilliance.

There was a plate of meat dishes and two plates of vegetarian dishes on the table. I found that Wu Julan only tasted one chopstick and didn't pick up the second chopsticks. I belatedly discovered the fact that he would rather just eat white rice than my cooking! I was so angry that I forgot about the two plates of vegetarian dishes. In order to steam the fish, I kept staring at the watch and stood by the stove, not daring to be distracted at all.

"You don't eat vegetables, but you think the dishes I cook are terrible?"

He didn't even lift his head, and said "hmm" bluntly.

I stared at him bitterly, and kept staring at him bitterly.

He finally raised his head, looked at me, thought for a while and said, "I know you've tried your best, it doesn't matter."

What? What is he saying? Do I need him to forgive me loftily and magnanimously? What did I do wrong to need his forgiveness? I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to him anymore, I buried my head, went down with my chopsticks, and put half of the fish into my bowl. If you don't eat it, I will!

I adhered to the idea that I must support myself, and ate hard. Wu Julan had already put down the chopsticks, and I was still eating hard, until I was about to throw up after another bite. Wu Julan looked at me silently, and I said angrily, "What are you looking at? I've never seen a person with a big appetite!"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if there was a little smile on his face.

I glared at him and said, "I'm cooking, you go wash the dishes!" After finishing speaking, I really wanted to stand up in a cool and handsome way, and walk away, leaving him with a cool and unrestrained back. However, as soon as I lifted my butt, I found that I was too full, and I had reached the highest level of the buffet strategy, and I needed to support the wall to get out. I shook twice, and could only sit back in embarrassment.

I picked up the cattail fan and fanned it pretendingly, "It's cool outside, I'll sit for a while."

He said: "I need to sit for a while."

Before I could reply, he had already packed up the dishes and walked into the kitchen, leaving me staring at his unrestrained back.

I sat for a while, but I was finally worried. I stood up unsteadily, went into the kitchen, and went to watch him wash the dishes.

He didn't add detergent, so in order to wash away the greasy, he had to use steaming hot water, which was not too hot!

I turned on the tap and put some cold water, then picked up the dish soap, poured a few drops into the water, "Ask me if you can't find anything in the future."

He picked up the bottle of dish soap and looked at the instruction manual, and said calmly, "Okay."

I said: "After washing the dishes, wipe the desk, the stove, the cabinet, the floor, the windows, and..."

I put on the attitude of the boss, and made one picky request after another, Wu Julan simply answered "Yes" blankly.

The two of us, one directing and the other hands-on, the results of our work completely exceeded my expectations. He not only cleaned the desk, stove and cabinet, but also polished the windows and the tiles around the stove. The level I set for him in my heart, he passed with full marks.

Looking at the bright and clean kitchen, I am a little curious about him. Although this person has a picky tongue, he is serious in his work and diligent in his hands and feet. He is not a lazy person. How could he be reduced to a situation where he doesn't even have a pair of shoes?

After cleaning the kitchen, Wu Julan took the initiative to clean the bathroom he had used.

I sat in the empty living room, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom from time to time, thinking about something.

Grandpa died of stomach cancer. He was already in the middle and late stages when he was discovered. At that time, I was doing financial work in a foreign company in Beijing. After learning about the incident, I immediately went through the resignation procedures and returned to the island with all my luggage.

Grandpa did not object to my willful decision, nor did I object to Grandpa’s decision not to be hospitalized for surgery. Instead of lying in the hospital and being cut east and west, with tubes inserted all over his body, it is better to be like a normal person and enjoy the last time.

We deliberately forget about the pain and live a normal life, planting flowers and plants, playing chess and drinking tea. When the weather is good, we even set up stalls at the pier and go fishing. The time is no different from before, just like The seven years away from home have never existed. I have always stayed on the island, but he used to hold my hand and walk, but now I walk with his hand.

Since I resigned, I have been out of work for more than half a year. My father is worried about my job. He must think that I am self-willed and don't think about the future at all. But he didn't know, because he didn't take on the responsibility of being a father. I have been thinking about the future and working hard for the future.

Before my grandfather got sick, or even when I was in college, I thought about going back to the island to settle down. It’s just that money is needed for food, clothing, housing and transportation. I’ve already spent a lot of my grandfather’s retirement money, so I can’t drag him down anymore. For the plan of “going home and settling down”, I work hard to work overtime and earn money. I plan to return to the island when I have enough money. , rent an old house by the sea, transform it into a coffee shop, not only can take care of my grandfather, but also face the sea and enjoy my life. However, the son wants to support but the relative is not there, and time does not wait for me.

If I had known that my grandpa would leave so early, if I had told my grandpa that I don't miss the big city, maybe... But, the world didn't know it earlier.

I was feeling sorry for myself when I suddenly heard Wu Julan say: "The bathroom is finished, what else do you want me to do?"

I raised my head and saw him walking towards me from the direction of the bathroom. During his steps, Xiao Xiao was solemn, dressed in a cheap white shirt and black trousers, but he was dressed like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Startled Dragon" atmosphere. I couldn't help staring at him for a moment, and then said: "There is nothing to do, let me show you the place where you want to live!"

I stood up, opened my hands exaggeratedly, and made a gesture, "As you can see, this is an old house, the old house of the Shen family..."

According to the grandfather, the old house was built after his grandfather ventured into the sea when he was young, and sold the pearls for the money. Because the island was too poor, the three aunts married far away, and the grandfather left home. The old house was no longer lived in, and gradually became deserted, with moss growing on the eaves. After Grandpa left the salvage bureau, he did not choose to stay in the city, but returned to his hometown, sorted out the old house, and settled in his hometown.

Different from the traditional civil structures on the mainland, the old houses are made of brick and stone. The island residents use local materials, build walls with blue-black random stones, and cover the roof with blue-gray tiles. Typhoons can also prevent moisture and moth.

The main house of the old house is in the shape of a "7", but it is long horizontally and short vertically. There are two upper and lower floors, and downstairs are two large suites, one is the living room and the other is the study room. The living room is on the horizontal line of the "7", and the study room is on the vertical line of the "7", both of which are very spacious. Because grandpa had rheumatic legs, it was inconvenient to go up and down the stairs, so the study was later used as a bedroom.

The stairs up and down are at the corner of "7", go up the stairs, there are two rooms on the horizontal of "7", and two rooms on the vertical of "7", both are bedrooms with independent bathrooms. The two bedrooms near the stairs are relatively small. After placing a double bed and a few simple pieces of furniture, there is no extra space. These two bedrooms are regarded as guest rooms, for the convenience of Dad and the others when they come back for a short stay. Speaking of it, the old house can be decorated so "modern", thanks to Shen Yanghui. When Shen Yanghui was six years old, he couldn't get used to living there after he came back, so he cried and begged to leave. In order not to wrong his grandson, the grandfather hired someone to do a major renovation in half a year, installing showers and flush toilets in the old house. But in fact, Dad and the others rarely come back, and they can only come back for two or three days in two or three years.

The two large bedrooms are located at the horizontal and vertical ends of the "7", with internal and external compartments. After putting beds, bookshelves, desks, rattan sofas and rattan chairs, they are still very spacious. The one on the horizontal was my grandfather's bedroom, and the one on the vertical is my bedroom.

The kitchen is an independent stone-tiled bungalow, on the left side of the main house, forming a "gate" shape with the "7" of the main house. The place where the word "gate" is located is a flower garden, and the Gongsun orange, which is at least a hundred years old, is in the flower garden. According to his grandfather, he doesn't know how old Gongsun Ju is. Anyway, according to his father, he would pick oranges from the tree and squeeze out the juice when he was young to dip them in mackerel.

On the vertical head on the left side of the word "door", there is a rectangular flower garden. Dragon boat flowers and bougainvillea are planted close to the courtyard wall. There is a faucet next to the kitchen wall, and the drainage is built with bluestone and cement. Groove, easy to wash things. On the vertical head on the right side of the word "door", there is an open space, planted with dragon spit beads and mulberry incense, just outside the window of the study and my bedroom. In the middle of the word "gate" is a rectangular courtyard, paved with blue-black stones, and bonsai are scattered here and there. The direction of the opening of the word "gate" is the main entrance of the courtyard.

After leading Wu Julan to visit all the rooms, I stood by the window of the guest room on the second floor, overlooking the entire yard, with my back turned to Wu Julan and said: "I plan to open a hotel, I can't do it alone, that's why I stayed Write down your reason."

The little secret hidden in my heart, I shared it with others for the first time. I was a little excited and couldn't help saying: "From the day I came back, I have no intention of leaving. No matter how big and prosperous Beijing is , have nothing to do with me, I will always be like a guest under the fence, I have tasted enough of being under the fence in this life, even if I live a little poorer, I still want to stay in my own home."

After I said it, I felt that I had talked too much, and I was a little embarrassing. I quickly changed the subject, pretended to be serious and said: "The location of the old house is not good, and it is a bit far from the sea. It will not be the first choice of tourists, so I want to win with special features. After I have word of mouth, there will naturally be guests coming here. From now on, I will be the owner of the inn, and you will be the waiter of the inn. I rely on my brain to eat, and you are Rely on physical strength to eat, so all the dirty and tiring work will be done by you..." I was suddenly a little worried that the free guy would be scared away before the inn opened, so I hurriedly said: "Of course, it's just an inn, not There is no dirty or tiring work on the construction site, as long as you work hard."

Wu Julan gave an "um" to express understanding, "Where do I live?"

I said: "This is the one." This is the decision I made after several considerations. Since I want to open an inn, theoretically speaking, I should let him live in the study downstairs and rent out the upstairs room as a guest room. However, I am not ready yet, and I am reluctant to let others live in the place where my grandfather lived, so I can only let him live upstairs. Of the two guest rooms, this one was next to my bedroom so I could "spy" him, since he was a stranger after all.

"My younger brother just lived in this house. There are clean sheets, quilt covers, and pillowcases in the drawers under the bed. You can change them yourself. If you want to clean the bathroom, clean it yourself. The rag is hung in front of the sink. The disinfectant is in the cabinet under the sink."

"Okay." Wu Julan readily agreed.

"I'm tired today, and I want to go to bed early, so you should go to bed early too! We still have a lot of work to do after we rest."

I closed the door for Wu Julan and entered my bedroom.

I haven't had a good rest for a few days, and I woke up early again this morning. My head is a little dizzy, and I almost can't wait to climb into bed to rest, but there is someone next door.

Although he passed the test this afternoon, there is a kind of person in this world who looks well-dressed and looks like a human during the day, but at night, he will transform. People's hearts are separated by belly, who knows if Wu Julan is such a person?

I locked the door and put a square stool behind the door. There was a beer bottle upside down on the square stool. As long as someone pushed the door in the middle of the night, the beer bottle would fall to the floor and I could wake up immediately.

A small flashlight was placed under the pillow; a mobile phone was placed next to the pillow, and the alarm phone was set as an emergency call, which could be dialed at the fastest speed anytime, anywhere; a watermelon knife was placed under the bed.

I thought about it, and it seemed that there was nothing I missed, so I put on a pair of thick cotton socks and lay down on the bed. Although it is very uncomfortable, there will always be a woman in a movie who has to escape barefoot in a critical moment. Just in case, I think it is safer to wear socks.

In the beginning, I kept resisting the drowsiness and kept my ears open to hear if there was any abnormal movement outside, but gradually, I was overwhelmed by drowsiness and completely fell asleep.