The Story of Renting a Room (01-04)

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(I) My name is Wang Yuan, I am 24 years old this year, and I am a college student with a bachelor's degree. This is my second semester of senior year. According to the requirements, I must find a job and go out for an internship. So, like many others, I went to various job fairs early to try my luck. Fortunately, I learned some skills during my studies, in addition to playing games. In the end, I was hired by a financial company. However, the workplace is quite far from our school. If I live on campus, I have to leave at least 7 o'clock in the morning to make it in time. For a college student who is used to sleeping in, this is an impossible task. So, I started looking for a place to rent near my workplace very early. This is the first time I have ever rented a house. I searched online and found a lot of information about being scammed. This made me even more cautious and afraid of being scammed. Finally, I found a house in a community through the introduction of a senior. The previous tenant was in the same class as the senior. He had a temporary job transfer and had to leave. So he could no longer rent there and was in a hurry to find someone to sublet it. Coincidentally, during my last chat with my senior, he asked me where I was interning. And just as coincidentally, the senior who was subletting his place lived near my company. So, this strange coincidence happened to me. My first impression of the landlord was that he was cunning, and my second impression was still cunning. Although he was smiling, I could tell he was hiding a knife behind his smile. Landlord: "Young man, you can see, there's no better place here. This apartment is very popular; I wouldn't have reserved it for anyone else if Xiao Chen hadn't recommended it." Me: "It seems like most apartments in this complex are this type, quite a few like yours. I've looked at a few, but I haven't decided where to rent yet. But their prices are much cheaper." The first trick to negotiating a rental price is to try to find fault with the apartment. Don't let the landlord think you're too satisfied with the apartment, otherwise it'll be harder to negotiate. I looked at the apartment for a long time, trying to find something wrong with it, but I couldn't. To be honest, the apartment was really good, both in terms of location and interior decoration, much better than other apartments in the same complex, except for the price. Landlord: "Yes, there are cheaper houses here, but most of them use the cheapest materials and have the simplest renovations. Some electrical wires are even tangled and haven't been repaired. You can't live comfortably in a house like that." Me: "Uncle, you have to consider that I'm just a college student doing an internship. My total salary is limited. I can't starve myself just to afford a place to live. So, I'll have to choose a cheaper place." After hearing my analysis, the cunning landlord lowered his head and pondered. He had a chance. He thought quickly and made up his mind in the blink of an eye. The landlord said, "Young man, I came here because you were introduced by Xiao Chen. I know Xiao Chen quite well, so I trust the people he finds. I understand what you're saying; I've been through the same thing before." He pondered for a moment, as if making a difficult decision: "I'll lower the rent by another 100, that's the lowest I can go. I'm telling you, several other people want to see this place. Just now, someone asked if the house was rented. Here! See for yourself." The landlord handed me his phone to show me his WeChat messages. Indeed, someone had just messaged me about the house. He then showed me messages from several other interested people. I knew he was putting psychological pressure on me, but I really couldn't find a better place anytime soon, and I couldn't possibly go to one of those rural houses with exposed electrical wires. After thinking for a while, I said, "Okay, then I'll rent it." The moment I received the affirmative answer, the landlord's face beamed like a flower. I wasn't being sarcastic; it was a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart, impossible to fake. After discussing some other matters, we decided to sign the rental contract tomorrow, and I could stay here tonight. As I was leaving, he suddenly asked me, "Are you living here alone or with someone else?"
I replied, "I'm living alone. Otherwise, we could split the cost, and I wouldn't say anything more. What's wrong? Can't two people live here?" The landlord said, "No, there are two other families living here. One is a couple; they live here as a couple. I was just asking casually, so I don't see a stranger and think a thief has broken in."
As a college student who loves playing games and doesn't like socializing, I'm naturally still single. Who would want a girlfriend to share an apartment with? Sharing such a small bedroom with another guy would be too cramped for me alone. Anyway, since we were already on the topic, I casually asked, "What about the other family?"
The landlord said, "The other room is occupied by a girl who just graduated from university, a year earlier than you. I think she works in banking and insurance." He then added mysteriously, "That girl is very pretty and nice. Most importantly, she's single and doesn't have a boyfriend. Want me to introduce you two?" His animated expression when talking about the girl's beauty was like that of a lecherous old man. Naturally, I didn't think much of it and just laughed it off. The rental contract was signed smoothly the next day, and this little place became my own private apartment, even if it was just one room. That afternoon, I went to the nearby supermarket and bought some necessities. I planned to take the bus, but I had so much to buy, and the bus ride was too tiring. So, I gritted my teeth and called a Didi (ride-hailing service). To my surprise, the driver was a woman. I've taken Didi rides quite often, but this was the first time I'd encountered a female driver. However, I wasn't overly excited. It wasn't because I'm honest or kind; it was just that the female driver was only moderately attractive, not particularly appealing. The saying "riding in a female driver is risky" proved incredibly true in my case. Not only was she driving slowly, but the car in front of me had stopped and wasn't slowing down at all. I was terrified, thinking we were going to crash, and was about to yell for her to brake when she suddenly slammed on the brakes. If I hadn't always worn my seatbelt, the car's momentum would have thrown me against the windshield. I was furious and about to yell at her, but then I saw her utterly bewildered expression, gasping for breath, and I didn't say anything. But then my eyes were drawn to something else. Because the car was heated, the female driver was only wearing a thin sweater. During the sudden braking, she had been thrown forward, only avoiding a head injury because of the seatbelt. And because of that, the seatbelt was somehow digging right into her chest. People say God is fair; when you lose something, He always gives you something else in return. I wasn't particularly attracted to the female driver's looks, but I never expected, or rather, never noticed, how magnificent her chest was. Her thin sweater, tightly constricted by the seatbelt, divided her chest area in two, revealing two hemispheres on each side. The size of her breasts was truly the largest I'd ever seen; it was impossible to grasp them with one hand. Perhaps I'd been holding back for too long, but I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. Even after the female driver snapped out of her daze, I was still staring intently at her chest. I only snapped out of my daze when she coughed loudly. But I wasn't embarrassed at all. I thought to myself, "It's your good fortune that I even saw you looking like that. And consider this compensation for the fright I just had." The female driver, seeing my nonchalant attitude, spat lightly, "You pervert." She thought I hadn't heard her, but I not only heard her but also turned around and gave her a smug smile. Probably never seen such a shameless man before, the female driver's face fell, and she drove off. That day, I experienced the most terrifying fright of my life. I even suspected that the near-accidents that followed were the female driver deliberately messing with me. When I got back to my rented room, my legs felt weak. I almost bumped into someone as soon as I opened the door. My luck had hit rock bottom that day, and I was very annoyed. Just as I was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, the words almost spilled from my lips, but I swallowed them back. There are three possibilities: one, the other person is a family member; two, it's an elder, teacher, friend, or someone I know; and three, of course, it's a beautiful woman. Eliminating the very unlikely first two, only the last possibility remains. "Ah! I'm so sorry, so sorry, are you alright? I didn't hit you, did I?" Not only is she beautiful, but she's also kind-hearted; this girl has already earned me many points. I carefully observed the girl in front of me. She was wearing a business suit, dressed rather maturely, but judging from her appearance, she was probably only about my age. Her face was lightly made up, not heavily made up, and her maturity was tempered with a touch of innocence. Her eyes were clear and innocent, seemingly without any guile. Me: "I'm fine, I'm fine. How are you? I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, did I?"
My attitude was completely different from how I treated the female driver earlier, which can only illustrate one thing: the difference in treatment between beauty and the beast. (II) The girl smiled and shook her head. On a whim, I blurted out, "You're the girl who lives in the innermost room, right?" The girl looked a little confused. I said, "I live next door to you. I just moved in." The girl suddenly realized, "Oh! I remember now, Uncle Wang told me about you. So it's you! Hello."
The girl politely extended her hand to me. I saw her slender, white fingers, so beautiful I wanted to kiss them. I immediately grasped her beautiful hand: "Hello, my name is Wang Yuan." The girl chuckled, "You also have the surname Wang? What a coincidence! Isn't that the same surname as the landlord? My name is Zhao Sichun." She actually associated me with that sleazy landlord! Am I that bad? I said, "Yes, it is a bit of a coincidence. After finding out, I even went to ask my dad if we had such a distant relative." As expected, Zhao Sichun couldn't help but laugh. When she laughed, she didn't grin widely, but rather covered her mouth very ladylike. Zhao Sichun: "So, what happened next? Did you find out anything?" It was a joke, but if the person listening to it doesn't call you out on it and is still willing to joke along, it means you don't have a bad impression on them; they're willing to chat. Me: "Later, my dad called and said there's no such person in our family lineage, and told me to ask my grandpa to see if we could find them by going back eight generations." My humor once again triggered Zhao Sichun's laughter, and I felt a little smug. With such an interesting meeting and chat, it would be hard for this girl not to remember me. Zhao Sichun: "Oh no! I was so busy talking to you that I almost forgot about the important matter." Me: "You have something else to do, right? Then go ahead and get busy. See you next time." "Okay, see you next time." After saying goodbye, Zhao Sichun hurriedly went upstairs. Back in my room, lying on the bed, I was still a little absent-minded. This place, besides being expensive, wasn't entirely without its advantages; at least I had a pretty female neighbor next door. I remembered what the landlord had said: Zhao Sichun was still single. If I hadn't known beforehand, who would believe such a beautiful girl didn't have a boyfriend? As the saying goes, proximity makes it easier to get what you want, and I wasn't entirely without a chance. Thinking about it this way, happiness seemed to be just around the corner. "Knock, knock, knock." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and it was on my room. Could it be Zhao Sichun coming back so soon, looking for me? Although I barely believed it, I still went to open the door with some skepticism. The door opened, and there stood a strange woman, in her thirties, wearing only light makeup. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was the kind of woman who, at first glance, wasn't particularly striking; however, the more you looked at her, the more attractive she became. She was wearing casual loungewear. I glanced at the open front door and asked, "Who are you looking for?" The woman gave me a friendly smile. "Hello, you must be Xiao Wang who just moved in. My name is Li Jing, and I also live here, right across from you." It was only then that I realized she was the couple the landlord had mentioned. "Oh! Hello, hello, my name is Wang Yuan. I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you at first."
"It's alright, this is the first time I've met you either. I just got back yesterday and was busy with other things, so I didn't get a chance to say hello." I smiled apologetically. "Not at all, I should have greeted you first."
"The landlord must have told you about our situation, right? My husband and I rent this place together."
I nodded, and Li Jing continued, "You just graduated this year, so I'm quite a bit older than you. If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Jing." Sister Jing was clearly a very outgoing person. I replied, "Then I won't be polite, Sister Jing." I don't even know why I said "I won't be polite," since I hadn't taken advantage of her at all; in fact, she was the one taking advantage of me. "Hey! I'll call you Xiao Yuan from now on. Come find me if you need anything. I'm mostly at home when I'm not working." Having such a kind neighbor wasn't a bad thing. A harmonious neighborhood made going home more pleasant. After chatting with Sister Jing for a few more minutes, I took her home and went back to my room. Later, I thought about it carefully and felt something was off. I felt like something was going to happen. Before starting work, in this unfamiliar place, I didn't know anyone. I'm usually a homebody and don't like going out, so I spent the next few days in my room. I ordered takeout for lunch and dinner, and if I could get up, I ate breakfast; if not, I skipped it. After that, I basically didn't see Zhao Sichun again. Sometimes, while playing on the computer, I could hear the sound of the door opening and closing next door; I knew that meant she was coming back or going out. Her schedule seemed quite irregular. Sometimes she would come back in the middle of the night, and I would be playing games when I heard the sound of the door unlocking next door. When I looked up, it was almost midnight. Sometimes it seemed like she didn't need to go to work and could stay in her room all day. On the other hand, I ran into her several times when Jingjie went out. That day, she happened to be taking out the trash, and she was coming back when she got downstairs. Sister Jing: "Xiao Yuan, you're here to take out the trash too." I greeted her with a smile: "Sister Jing, what a coincidence. This has been sitting here for days, it'd get moldy if I didn't take it out soon."
Sister Jing smiled helplessly: "You guys are all like this, my husband is the same. He never does any housework, he doesn't even wash his own socks, he just expects me to wash them for him." I: "Then you're so lucky, brother, to have found such a wonderful woman like you, Sister Jing." Sister Jing gave me a particularly charming look: "Can't I tell that what you look like on the surface? You're
just like your husband, all smooth talk and all you know how to do is flatter." A woman's most attractive quality is that half-angry, half-furious expression—a look that seems both angry and delighted with you. Just as I was thinking of making a lighthearted joke with Sister Jing, her expression suddenly changed. She raised her hand and beckoned, "Honey! Over here!" I was startled and quickly turned around. Sure enough, a man in a sharp suit was walking towards us. My heart skipped a beat; I had a bad feeling, though I didn't know what I was afraid of. The man approached and looked me up and down several times, his expression somewhat serious. I awkwardly greeted him, "Hello, brother." Sister Jing walked to her husband's side and politely took his arm, introducing me to him: "Honey, this is Xiao Wang, the one I told you about. He lives right across from our room. You haven't met him yet, have you?" After hearing Sister Jing's introduction, her husband's expression softened slightly, and he nodded gently in greeting. I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to say. Jingjie, seemingly oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, continued chatting politely with her husband: "I've already prepared dinner. You're off work now, we can go upstairs for dinner." Jingjie's husband nodded without saying much. "Then, Xiao Wang, we'll go up first." "Okay, I have something to do, bye-bye." After saying goodbye to the couple, I walked out of the complex alone. Actually, I didn't have anything else to do; I just didn't want to share the elevator with Jingjie's husband, so I had to find an excuse to leave. I wandered around outside for about an hour, then randomly picked a restaurant for dinner. Estimating it was about time to go back, I figured I'd walk, treating it as an after-dinner stroll. About a kilometer from that pigsty, I saw a car parked in front of a shop. The street was practically deserted at night because of the upcoming demolition. It's highly unlikely anyone would park their car in a place like that, so I curiously glanced at it a couple more times. That's when I noticed the difference: the car was vibrating even after the engine was off. My heart skipped a beat; I'd stumbled upon the legendary "car sex." Because the lights were on and the windows were closed, even though I knew someone was
having sex . I couldn't help but think how well these two had chosen their location. After a few more glances, I continued walking. When I got home, I subconsciously glanced at Jing's room across the hall. Through the crack in the door, I noticed their light was off. It was quite unusual for the couple to be out so late. Back in my room, I was about to turn on my computer to play a game when I remembered that the internet cable had been replaced a few days ago. I told the landlord, and they said they'd have someone repair and replace it in a few days. So, I hadn't been able to get online for the past few days. The boredom and frustration made me not want to move at all, so I just stared blankly out the window, counting the stars. This neighborhood is quite secluded, eerily quiet after nightfall. Just then, a car pulled up below, immediately catching my attention. What surprised me even more was the striking resemblance between this black sedan and the one I'd seen having sex in on my way home. Afraid I was mistaken, I leaned out the window and used the headlights to check the license plate. Having glanced at that car several times, I remembered it well; though I hadn't memorized the entire license plate, I clearly remembered the last few digits. It was truly a small world. This discovery only fueled my curiosity about the people inside – what kind of woman had managed to snag such a lucrative relationship? Five or six minutes had passed since the car pulled up, and still no one had come out. Were they still locked in their lovemaking here? "Damn it, they did it outside, and now they're doing it again? What's the point of single people living like this?"
I could only grumble at the glass, while downstairs, they were really going at it. After a while, the car finally moved again. This time, the door actually opened, and I first saw a foot sticking out. The foot was wearing a high heel of about ten centimeters, and the woman was wearing a short skirt, because her calves were completely exposed. Just looking at her calves, I knew those legs were enough to keep someone entertained for a year. Finally, in the next second, I saw the woman's true face. "How could it be her!" I couldn't believe my eyes. The woman who got out of the car was my neighbor next door, Zhao Sichun. Was this still the innocent little girl I thought she was? She was actually having passionate sex with a man in the street. At the same time, I started to wonder. I had heard from the landlord that she didn't have a boyfriend. How could she be so openly having sex with a man? If it were a normal relationship between a man and a woman, I wouldn't be surprised at all. But my brain started to connect the dots in unbelievable ways. "Knock knock knock... knock knock knock..." Zhao Sichun kissed the man goodbye before going upstairs. I could clearly hear the sound of her high heels on the floor in her room. Each blow felt like a sharp pain on my heart. Although I hadn't known this girl for long, I had a feeling for her that I couldn't explain. I knew I was in love. But before I could even make a move, this beautiful dream was shattered, a painful wake-up call. I drew the curtains, unable to look any longer, and collapsed weakly onto the bed. A short while later, I heard the front door open. I knew it was Zhao Sichun returning, having just left a man's embrace. "What am I anyway? Just a poor, recent graduate. What am I compared to her? Why does she like me?" But then I thought, "Why do all the good things go to the rich? Why are all the pretty women just for the rich to play with? And I'm left all alone." My anger flared, and my thoughts began to spiral into a dead end. The more I thought about it, the more resentful I became. "Bang!" I slammed the door open. Zhao Sichun, who was just about to find her key, was startled. She patted her chest, "You scared me! You...you're still awake so late?" I rushed forward, my chest heaving, "You...you...I...I want to tell you..."
Zhao Sichun stared at me with wide, bewildered eyes, waiting for my next words. I looked at her, but the words I wanted to say wouldn't come out. I gave a cold laugh. Yes, what was I doing this for? I'd only met her a few times and I was already professing my love for her. Was it really love at first sight, or just that I was attracted to her looks and wanted to sleep with her? Was a woman who slept with rich men really worth my love? Thinking this, all my long confessions and pent-up frustration vanished. "N-nothing, you're back so late too?" Zhao Sichun blinked, looking at me, and paused for a few seconds. "Ah! Yes, yes, then... goodnight."
"Goodnight." But before I could finish saying "goodnight," I heard strange, muffled sounds coming from the next room, Jingjie's room. The sounds weren't loud, but they were particularly clear in the quiet corridor. Zhao Sichun seemed to have heard the strange sound as well, staring blankly at me. I looked at her too, when suddenly a woman's groan broke the silence. I then realized what the strange sound had been. Looking at Zhao Sichun again, her eyes quickly glanced at me before averting their gaze. I figured she must understand what had happened in that room, after all, just a short while ago she and a man had been doing the same thing in a car on the street. Zhao Sichun lowered her head, not daring to look at me again. She haphazardly inserted the key into the lock, opened it, went inside, and closed the door behind her. I stood in the hallway outside the room. Jingjie's room had become quiet again. I shook my head and returned to my room. Everything that night felt like a storm crashing down on my soul. I had felt a sudden realization at the moment of confession, but now, alone in my room, my mind was racing, unable to release the pent-up emotions. I don't know when I fell asleep that night; it was very late. The next day, when I looked in the mirror, I felt like I had aged for years. Was it worth it for a woman who might not even like me? I asked myself this question, but I had no answer. (III) As I was getting ready to go out, I looked up and saw Sister Jing and her husband also about to leave. I awkwardly called out, "Sister Jing, Brother." Sister Jing smiled and nodded at me, but her expression seemed a bit strange. Her husband, on the other hand, looked much more relaxed than the day before, and simply nodded at me. Watching them leave, thinking about the sounds I heard last night, I shook my head with a bitter smile. I should just go out and take care of my business. Since that day, I have been intentionally avoiding meeting Zhao Sichun. Sometimes when I see her on the street, she walks ahead of me, but I have to stop immediately or turn around and walk a long way back to my rented room. The sweetness of love can make you want to laugh all the time, but it can also make your heart ache every day. In the days that followed, I suddenly realized that I had
n't . Every time I returned to the empty house, I was alone. Only now did I truly understand the feeling of working far from home. "Hey! Jingjie, long time no see!" "Ah! Yes, long time no see." Living in the same building, if we didn't see each other today, we would eventually meet again. We greeted each other and then fell silent. I didn't know what to say. It seemed that ever since I overheard Jingjie and her husband's intimate moments, the distance between us had grown, even though we weren't particularly close before. After several seconds of silence, just as I was about to say goodbye and escape this awkward situation, I heard another voice calling from nearby. It was Jingjie's husband returning. I only learned recently, when I met the landlord, that Jingjie's husband's name was Yang Kun; I didn't ask what he did. "Oh! Xiao Yuan's here too. You got off work early today." Surprisingly, Brother Yang greeted me warmly, a stark contrast to our first meeting. Lately, I've been avoiding Zhao Sichun, so I've been wandering around outside after work, resulting in late returns home. "Yeah, nothing much today, so I came back early." The truth is, yesterday I overheard from my landlord that Zhao Sichun might be sent away for training for a while, meaning she'd be out of town for some time. Relieved, I returned home at my usual time tonight. "Have you eaten? Want to come to our room and eat together? You can try your sister Jing's cooking."
I couldn't believe my ears. Why was Brother Yang's attitude towards me so different from before? I started to think about it. Instead, Sister Jing gave him a reproachful look and playfully patted him lightly, saying, "With my meager skills, aren't you afraid people will laugh at me?" Turning to me, she said, "Xiao Yuan, why don't you come over to our house for a meal? Cooking is too much trouble, and you don't seem like someone who can cook." She then covered her mouth and chuckled. "That would be too much trouble for you. I'd better not bother you. Please don't bother me." I'm not one to trouble others, afraid that if they need my help later, I won't be able to refuse. "We live right across the street, what's the trouble? If you don't come, are you complaining that I don't have any good food to offer you?" When it comes to persuasion, women are always much better than men, because no matter how unreasonable their words are, you can't refuse or argue back. I chuckled awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Finally, with Brother Yang encouraging me from the side, I couldn't refuse anymore and agreed. Jingjie said there might not be enough vegetables, so she pulled Yangge to the nearby farmers' market to buy some fresh vegetables and meat. I politely complimented them a few times and let them go, returning to my room alone. About half an hour later, I heard them return. Before they came in, Jingjie knocked on my door, saying she would call me when the food was ready. I smiled and agreed. Sure enough, around six o'clock, my door was knocked on again. "Come on, the food is ready, we can eat." "Okay, I'll turn off the computer." I turned around and went back to my computer desk to quickly shut it down, because before Jingjie knocked, I was browsing pornographic websites, looking at the fiery bodies on the screen, while my Xunlei was downloading a movie. When I'm alone, I inevitably have physical desires that need to be satisfied, especially during my adolescence when I was in school, I masturbated countless times a day. As I grew up, I learned to cherish my body and began to know how to control myself. As usual, I only need to take care of myself once or twice a week. Sometimes, when I'm busy, I won't even masturbate once a month. But during this time, I don't know how much energy I've wasted. I know it's because of loneliness. Just as I was about to pause the download using Xunlei, Jingjie walked in and startled me. "Your place doesn't get much sun, does it?" Luckily, her attention was focused on the arrangement of my room, and she didn't notice my secret. "Ah! Yes, I noticed that when I was looking for a place, but I can't find another good place for a while, so I'll just have to make do for now." Jingjie suddenly chuckled, as if she had discovered something amusing. "Look at you, how long have these socks and pants been sitting unwashed?" She pointed to... The basin contained my socks and pants, and embarrassingly, it also contained my underwear after I showered, only it was covered by my jeans so it wasn't noticed. "I can't be that fussy living alone. I'll do a thorough cleaning every week." "I knew you'd do it this way. No wonder the room smelled like this as soon as I came in." Jingjie said, even putting on an act, pretending to take a deep breath, then pouting and looking pitiful. It didn't feel like she was disgusted by someone at all; instead, it was very cute, like a little girl. "Really? Then I'll go buy some air freshener tomorrow and spray it on." Sister Jing smiled at me again. "Or you could just bring your clothes over and wash them for me from now on. I have a washing machine, so I can just put them in when I do laundry. If I wash them in the morning, I can dry them in the evening and bring them to you. It's so convenient." "I'd feel bad about that. I'll just hand wash them myself. I don't have many clothes anyway."
Just as Sister Jing was about to say something, her husband Yang's voice came from the room across the hall: "Xiao Jing, why aren't you two coming over yet? The food is all cooked. Come and eat quickly, or it'll get cold."
Jingjie and I stopped chatting, closed the door, and went to Jingjie's room. This was the first time I'd seen Jingjie's room; it was about ten square meters larger than mine, enough for both of us. Although it was just a temporary place, the couple had made it very cozy. The walls were covered in pink wallpaper, and the furniture and belongings were neatly organized, showing that the owners had good taste. There was even a shoe cabinet by the door, and we were supposed to change shoes upon entering. "Don't take off your shoes, just come in,"
Yang Ge said warmly, but as a guest, I couldn't be impolite. "I'd better change into a different pair; my shoes are too dirty from walking around outside." "We don't have any extra shoes here, but you can wear your brother's for now." Jingjie squatted down and took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet for me to change into. "Yes, don't be shy, make yourself at home." My recent gloomy mood was completely swept away by the warm hospitality of the couple. At Chinese dinner tables, if you're inviting guests, there must be alcohol, and Brother Yang had prepared that well in advance. However, my alcohol tolerance is terrible; I don't usually like drinking. I remember once getting drunk in college and causing a scene on campus, but I completely forgot about it until my roommate, who helped me back, told me. They laughed at me about it for a long time. Since then, I've tried to drink as little as possible, afraid of embarrassing myself in front of others. "Come on, this is Brother Yang's toast to you, consider it a celebration of you moving here and becoming our neighbor."
To my surprise, Brother Yang's alcohol tolerance seemed even worse than mine. After just a few drinks, his face was already red, and his tongue seemed to be slurring. "You have such a low alcohol tolerance, yet you still have the nerve to keep pouring drinks for others," Sister Jing teased her husband, but I could tell she was worried about him. Yang waved his hand, "What's there to be afraid of? If I get drunk, I'll just lie down on the bed. Xiao Yuan, if you get drunk too, you can lie down and sleep too." "What nonsense are you talking about?" Jing Jie snatched Yang's wine glass away angrily, then glanced at me, looking somewhat embarrassed and shy. "You women, you... sigh." Yang wanted to grab the glass back, but Jing Jie's glare seemed to have woken him up, and he could only sigh helplessly, shake his head, and tell me to eat. I looked down and thought, "Yang's alcohol tolerance is really low." Then I remembered what he had just said: "If you get drunk and just lie down and sleep here, wouldn't that be the same as Jing Jie..." Some inappropriate images started to appear in my mind. (IV) In the end, nothing happened. Seeing that we had almost finished eating, I got up to say goodbye. Yang was already quite drunk, and he seemed a little unsteady on his feet. Jing was supporting him worriedly. I was also worried about him. After I left, Jing felt it would be too much work for her to clean up the mess by herself, so she said, "Let's help Yang to bed first." The distance between the dining table and the bed was only a little over a meter, but it was quite a challenge for Jing, a petite woman, to support a drunk man. Jing nodded gratefully to me. Ironically, Yang was still shouting loudly, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, let's, let's keep drinking." When Yang was finally settled on the bed, I said goodbye again and returned to my room. Returning to this empty room once more, the liveliness faded, and loneliness welled up in my heart. I had been thinking seriously about whether I really liked Zhao Sichun too much, and why I couldn't let go of her. In the end, I realized that I was just unwilling to accept my miserable life. It's like seeing a piece of fatty meat, right in front of you, within easy reach, but just as you're about to reach for it, a rough, large hand suddenly appears and snatches it away, cooking and enjoying it right in front of you. That's the feeling I have. If I really got Zhao Sichun, it probably wouldn't last long. Being together isn't just about physical attraction; you also need to be able to accept each other's inner qualities. And my feelings for Zhao Sichun are still at the very basic level of wanting to sleep with her; I know nothing about her character or habits. Fortunately, I had a few drinks with Brother Yang earlier, and my head is starting to feel a little dizzy. I figured I wouldn't be sleepless until the early hours tonight. "Oh! How could I forget about that?" Just as I was about to undress for bed, I remembered that I hadn't paid this month's rent. Actually, the rent is due in three days, but my salary won't be paid until today, so I discussed it with the landlord and agreed to pay a few days later. I just didn't expect Sister Jing and her husband to suddenly invite me to dinner tonight, so I completely forgot about the landlord. I knew he was a miser before I rented the place; he gets really upset if I pay a few days late, but I really can't say anything. I thought I'd better pay him the rent sooner rather than later, it's pointless to wait until he comes to collect it. In the past, people paid rent in cash, but now with high technology, you can just use your phone to transfer money. Our company, for some reason, still pays salaries in the old-fashioned way, not by depositing it directly into your bank account, so my salary for today is still in my backpack. Before renting the place, I researched the nearby banks, restaurants, shops, and other amenities. Luckily, there are several banks nearby that I use regularly. I grabbed my bag of RMB and was about to go out to deposit some money when I saw that Yang Ge's room across the street was dark and the lights were off; they must have already gone to bed. Just as I opened the door to leave, I stopped abruptly, checking my pockets just in case. Luckily, I had been extra careful; I had indeed left my bank card behind. Otherwise, I would have had to run back to close the door, go inside, and retrieve the card. The very next second after I closed the door, the familiar sounds of colliding and suppressed, unspeakable noises emanated from Yang Ge's room. The soundproofing in this house is excellent if everyone is in their own room. Even if you play music in your room, the people in the next room won't hear you. But if you stand in the hallway, even a slightly loud voice inside your room can be clearly heard. Similarly, people inside their rooms can easily hear noises in the hallway, which is why I know exactly when Zhao Sichun comes home late. Listening to the intermittent sounds of sexual intercourse coming from Yang Ge's room, I felt a strange unease. He was just drunk, and now he's still making love in bed. It seems that when a man wants something, even drunkenness can get him to do it. I should have gone in, taken out my bank card, and left immediately, then come back and did what I was supposed to do. But for some reason, I stood there motionless, knowing that if I moved even slightly, the people inside would hear me leave. I stood there for about three or four minutes. There weren't many loud noises coming from Yang's room, just occasional muffled groans and that familiar slapping sound, which kept nagging at my heart. "Wife, shout louder! Everyone's out, what are you afraid of? There's no one else here, shout it out." Hearing Yang's slightly excited voice, I could tell he was about to pass out, and his breathing was rapid. As if stimulated by Yang's words, Jing's faint moans began to grow louder, carrying through the room into the hallway and reaching my ears. "Oh~ so deep, so deep, slower." Sister Jing started moaning like a lewd beast released from its cage. The lewd sounds she uttered were completely unrecognizable from the person she usually appeared to be. Yes, even Zhao Sichun, who seemed so innocent and naive, was having sex in a car with someone in the street. Women are just a bunch of slutty bitches with pure appearances but incredibly wanton hearts. For some reason, I thought of Zhao Sichun again, and a nameless anger surged within me once more. "Wife, why are you so wet tonight? Look, my legs are all wet." Brother Yang was still teasing Sister Jing, but she ignored him, only occasionally letting out a few alluring moans. "I know, did you start getting wet when you were drinking with Xiao Yuan? Did you want it?" My heart tightened. How did this have to do with me? Sister Jing remained silent, but Brother Yang ignored her and continued, "I see him always coming and going alone, it seems like he doesn't have a girlfriend. If he's lonely at night and wants it, he's probably masturbating in his room." As he said this, I felt Sister Jing's moans getting louder. "Why don't you help him out sometime? It's pitiful. You can just give him a handjob. "
My blood started rushing, my face started burning, and my previously drowsy head suddenly cleared up considerably.

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