301 Midnight Chanting

Several years ago, one early summer night, I returned home to a completely silent building. Just as I was about to step into the dark building, a woman from some floor above erupted in a high-pitched, passionate scream. Suddenly, everything was brightly lit, startling me so much I almost dropped my cigarette. Looking up, the motion-activated lights on floors six, five, four, three, two, and one were flashing in unison, their orange glow radiating an atmosphere of ambiguity and passionate fantasies…
Time and my left leg ceased to exist, my right leg ceased to exist, and I was frozen in place… The woman's scream was powerful and rhythmic, with pauses and slight breaks in its flow. At that moment, it felt as if I were possessed by a deity; I didn't need to decipher her pronunciation to understand every need in her nerve endings. Time finally resumed its normal function, and in my dizziness, a strong desire arose within me. I desperately wanted to know: whose voice could make all the lights in the building flash! But the deep stairwell and the cold security door prevented me from solving the mystery.
The wait was always so long. My chance came when it was my turn to collect the sanitation fee. In the darkness, I knocked on the door. A voice inside asked, "Who is it?" My heart raced instantly, a jolt of electricity numbing my senses. Gathering my breath, I calmly replied, "Neighbor, collecting the sanitation fee." Sesame finally opened the door! When the singer I'd been longing for appeared before me, a tingling sensation ran down my spine... She was a tall woman, her hair obscuring her features, and the dim light prevented me from seeing them clearly. The joy of solving the mystery and the fascination with her voice made me feel that here, the absence of a face was more powerful than any other; 301 was more important than anything else at that moment!
The singer's voice always rose before midnight. Her passionate arias could penetrate the ceiling and floor of 201, striking my eardrums, and even pierce through two layers of fully enclosed security doors, stirring my restless nerves as I waited. Except for one place, her voice could make every other part of my body feel infinitely weak. For a long time, I would often squat by the building entrance, the smoke from mosquito-repelling cigarettes wafting before my eyes; behind me, the high-pitched, passionate singing lingered, the motion-activated lights flashing on and off... The security door cruelly restricted my desire for progress, forever isolating me in the era of stereo radios.
The singer and her arias were certainly captivating, but what intrigued me even more was: who made her voice so melodious? Neighbors always meet eventually. Finally, I saw the man who had captivated me with his voice. I carefully estimated his height and weight: his height was shoulder-width apart from the singer's, and his weight was about 80% of hers. His slender, refined physique overturned my notion that volume and energy were directly proportional. At that moment, I firmly believed: concentration is the essence! Small efforts can achieve great things!
Watching this man leave, I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for his departing figure!

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