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Apartment 38|699 (1)
The street lamps are stingy and only take care of the world under their feet. Sheng Qingrang stands outside the bright light with a half-blind face. Reading at zero
The heat of the instant noodles rose quietly, the spicy aroma diffused in the nasal cavity, the background music of the convenience store automatically switched to the next song, and the melody suddenly became lively.
The part-time night shift students were scrapping expired food, and the sound of footsteps stopped. Zong Ying sat in front of the long table in a daze.
From a certain year, the day of 9/14 has become no longer worth celebrating.
Therefore, she hasn't had a birthday for more than ten years, and no one has said "Happy Birthday" to her for a long time.
To Zong Ying, the unreal blessings that sounded through the glass window were a long-standing strangeness.
After the part-time student finished her work, she suddenly raised her head, looked out, and saw a familiar figure, she thought, why is she here again?
Because she was on the night shift, she often met this strange man after ten o'clock in the evening. Although he was old-fashioned, he was never shabby, but every time he came to the store, he always bought nothing and only asked her if she had any scraps. food.
The part-time student looked around, and saw that he was bent over and his eyes fell on the woman who was eating instant noodles behind the table.
He wouldn't even be jealous of other people's instant noodles, would he? !
The part-time student felt embarrassed when she looked at it. Just as she looked away, the welcome bell rang. She turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw that the gentleman opened the door and came in. Reads; the best agricultural tycoon.
He didn't go to the counter to ask for scrap food, but went straight to the window table and stopped beside the lady.
He was obviously a little overwhelmed, leaned over a little, and whispered cautiously, "Miss Zong, I'm sorry, I may have been abrupt just now."
Zong Ying was distracted from the moment she listened to him say happy birthday, until he disappeared outside the glass window, until he pushed the door and came in, until he opened the door to apologize, then she put on the lid of the instant noodle bowl and raised her head sideways, unexpectedly authentic. With a voice: "Thank you."
Seeing her expression as usual, Sheng Qing let Fang breathe a sigh of relief, and then handed over the watch box: "Thank you very much for your help over the past few months, please accept it."
Zong Ying's eyes fell on the box, and two seconds later she reached out and took the gift.
You can basically guess what it is by looking at the logo on the box. When you open it, there is indeed a watch inside, a watch from the 1930s.
Unlike the antique watches that have been passed down from generation to generation, this watch is new and shiny, without the baptism of time. When you touch the dial with your fingertips, you can directly touch the temperature and smell of that era.
Zong Ying vaguely smelled some of the flames of war.
On the watch, on the box, and on the smell of Sheng Qing's clothes.
They are so clear and strong that they even overwhelm the spicy flavor of instant noodles.
Zong Ying lowered his eyes to look at Sheng Qingrang's shoes, the uppers were dust that had not been wiped off, the trousers were not clean, the shirts were kept neat and tidy, but he looked up and finally met his eyes, she I really wanted to ask "Where have you been these days?", but in the end, I just asked him in a calm tone: "Have you eaten?"
Sheng Qing let her look down at her dull face, and replied truthfully, "No."
"Just right." Zong Ying lifted the lid of the bowl again, got up and walked to the cash register, asked the stunned part-time student for another pair of chopsticks, turned back to the long table and sat down: "I didn't eat either, sit down."
After she finished speaking, she sat down again, holding the plastic bowl lid in one hand and chopsticks in the other hand, took out half of the curly noodles from the bowl, and piled them all on the bowl lids.
The action is neat, without any hesitation.
When Sheng Qing was stunned, she pushed another pair of chopsticks and the remaining half bowl of noodles in front of him: "Eat it."
It is not unusual to eat noodles on birthdays, but two people sharing a bowl of instant noodles to celebrate their birthdays is an experience that Sheng Qingrang has never experienced before.
He came to her era and met her, and he had encountered too many firsts, but this time, it was vaguely different.
Zong Ying always eats quickly, Sheng Qing tried to keep up, but he was still half a beat, and finally—
She watched him finish the last chopstick of noodles and reminded, "Don't drink the soup."
Sheng Qing asked him to put down the bowl, Zong Ying naturally reached out and took it, covered the bowl, got up and walked to the door, throwing the chopsticks and paper towels into the trash can.
She put her hands in her trouser pockets, turned around and gave way to Sheng Qing: "Go back."
Sheng Qingrang quickly picked up the briefcase, took the watch gift box on the table, got up and walked out with her.
The part-time student in the store looked confused, and the development of things completely exceeded her expectations. She wanted to take another look, but she had already gone far.
Outside the store, there were only street lamps with lifeless eyes open, and the tung tree, which had been devastated by the wind and torrential rain, was limply pestering, motionless, and its broad leaves fell to the ground.
The door of Apartment 699 was also covered with Fatong leaves, and the ground was wet.
Few people enter or leave the building late at night, and there is a special silence in the inner corridor. The two entered the elevator, Zong Ying kept looking down at the phone, Sheng Qingrang stood aside, somewhat embarrassed to do nothing.
After holding back for a long time, he asked, "Is Ms. Fang in the apartment?"
The elevator door opened, Zong Ying put away her phone and said, "Grandma just left today."
Sheng Qingrang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
As soon as the door was opened, the room was full of dampness, Zong Ying clicked on the hallway lights, and saw that the balcony door forgot to close.
She went straight to the balcony to close the door, and Sheng Qingren leaned over and placed the watch box on the sofa and coffee table, which seemed to be performing their respective duties.
It seems to be a rare thing for two people to meet in Apartment 699 so unhurriedly.
Zong Ying was very tired. He slumped into the sofa, and the TV was too lazy to turn on. There was only the sound of the bell in the room. It was not until Sheng Qing let him go to the kitchen to boil water that the lively sound of boiling water sounded in the room again.
Sheng Qingrang just poured the water into the cup when a bell rang at the door.
Hearing the doorbell, Sheng Qing made his subconscious nervous and hurried to avoid it, but Zong Ying got up from the sofa and reassured him: "I ordered takeout."
takeout? Sheng Qingrang didn't remember that she had taken out any food at all, so he stepped forward to open the door, but the other party said seriously, "Ms. Zong ordered the takeout, this is the bill."
Sheng Qingrang was just about to pick it up, but Zong Ying took the list first and opened the entrance cabinet to get the money.
She opened the box and pulled out a few banknotes and handed them to the other party, and suddenly noticed that there were several thin letters under the box.
In front of Sheng Qingrang, Zong Ying read one by one, and finally looked up at him from the letter.
Each letter was written by Sheng Qing Rang, and basically there are only a few words. The wording is to report the current situation in a safe style. There is a signature and date at the bottom of each cover.
Zong Ying narrowed his eyes and asked him, "Have you been to the apartment these days?"
Sheng Qing let his head drop for a moment, and explained, "I called you and the apartment the night I came back from Pudong, but I couldn't get through. Later, when I returned to the apartment, there was no one at home. I was worried that your grandmother would come back at any time. To avoid trouble, I didn’t stay for a long time, but it’s not good if I don’t tell you, so I can only leave a letter to you.”
After listening, Zong Ying lowered her hand. She still remembered the last time she said to him in the express service area, "If you come back, no matter what, let me know", and he really did it.
Few people take her words seriously, Zong Ying pursed her lips and turned her face away, put the letter back in the entrance cabinet, stepped forward to close the door, and quickly changed the topic: "Half bowl of noodles just now is definitely not enough, so come back I ordered some food on the way."
Sheng Qing reminded her that she was looking at her phone all the time.
He hurriedly picked up the takeaway box and walked to the dining table, getting busy with ease. Seeing that he was busy, Zong Ying didn't intervene, and went straight to the storage cabinet to find a bottle of wine, took the corkscrew, and sat down at the dining table.
There are seven or eight cartons on the table, and the food is steaming and rich.
Sheng Qingrang just gave birth to worry about "will I be able to finish it?" Zong Ying glanced at him and replied, "Don't worry, I can finish it and I won't waste it."
When food was in short supply during the war, Zong Ying could understand his cherishing of food.
As she opened the bottle, she asked, "How do you know my birthday?"
She raised her eyes and stared at him again.
The cork was pulled out, Sheng Qing asked to get up and fetch two cups, he replied, "Your password is 914914, and 914 is also printed on the umbrella. It can be seen that this number is very important to you, not to mention..." He paused. : "Your ID card also states the date of birth reads; Food Hunter."
"Fairy Wood"
Zong Ying recalled that he did use his ID card in front of him.
She poured half a glass of wine into the other party's glass, and another half into her own glass, and said calmly, "Today is also my mother's memorial day. She passed away many years ago."
Sheng Qing let him know that 914 was the day Yan Man passed away, but Zong Ying took the initiative to reveal his past to him, which was the first time.
He knew that he shouldn't interject at this time, and sure enough, Zong Ying continued: "The nanny said that she would come back for my birthday at night, so I prepared cake candles early in the morning, but I waited from dawn to dark. , did not wait for her. Very late, they came to the house to report that she had committed suicide in the new building. Dad was very angry when he found out. He took anger at me and smashed my cake and candles. "
She took another sip of wine: "It's the kind of double-layered cream cake, sweet and greasy; the candle is a candle with an electronic chip that can sing. After being smashed, the nanny aunt threw it into the trash, but it was still alive. Singing, just changed the tune, slowly and miserably. That night, all the people in the family went out, and I was the only one left. I sat by the trash can and listened to it until the electricity ran out. I felt very scared. Didn't fall asleep either."
Speaking of this, she raised her head and drank all the wine in the glass.
It was rare for Zong Ying to speak so much, but his tone was unwavering, as if he was telling someone else's story, but there was some sadness hidden in his usual dull look.
The warm light above her head covered her, even though she was still wearing hard armor, she didn't look so cold and difficult to approach.
She is not a machine, and she also has her own emotions under her cold and agile behavior.
Sheng Qing let her catch a soft and real tiredness in her eyes.
The living room fell silent for a while, only the clock ticked indifferently toward the new day.
After the zero o'clock bell struck, the cold wine gradually faded away, and there were only a bunch of empty cartons left on the table—all eaten.
Sheng Qing asked to get up to clean up, Zong Ying calmed down, took the cigarette case and walked to the outside balcony to smoke.
When she drew the second one, the sound of water in the kitchen stopped, and Sheng Qingrang came over and stopped a few steps away from her.
She stood in the darkness outside, watching him re-evaluate her bookcase, her photo frame, and her information whiteboard under the bright light.
Sheng Qingrang suddenly asked her, "Miss Zong, are you not an ordinary doctor?"
Zong Ying frowned and lowered his head to take a cigarette, then looked up and said, "It turned out to be, not now."
He asked, "Why not?"
Zong Ying glanced at his hand out of the corner of the eye and said, "Some accidents happened. It turned out that the door was closed, so I had to dig another door."
His eyes returned to the information whiteboard, which posted various accidents and murders. In fact, he should have realized that she was not an ordinary doctor. How could a doctor deal with the deceased every day?
He turned to the bookcase again and saw the small badge of the Extreme Sports Association in the corner: "Miss Zong, do you like extreme sports?"
Zong Ying seemed to recall something from a long time ago: "Yes."
"What kind of extreme sport?" he asked.
"rock climbing."
"Are you going now?"
"No."
"Because of the danger?"
Zong Ying's cigarette was about to burn out, she said, "Take your hands to read; the great god and his cat."
Sheng Qing stopped the topic and asked her, "Are you busy with work?"
"Busy." She paused, "but I'm on vacation now."
"Why are you on vacation?"
"Because there are more important things to do than work."
Sheng Qingrang suddenly remembered the matter of "making a will" and the matter of her selling her shares to deal with the property. He hesitated and finally asked her: "Can I ask what it is?"
Zong Ying will answer every question tonight, but when he comes to this question, he throws out the question: "Life and death?"
He just felt it was a big deal and asked, "Is there anything I can help?"
Zong Ying shook his head.
Sheng Qing asked her to look at her for a moment, and then his eyes returned to the room.
There is a small picture frame on the bookcase - a nebula image is printed, like the wings of a butterfly spread, it is a breathtaking beauty.
Zong Ying walked back into the room, threw the cigarette butt into the empty can, glanced at the photo frame that Sheng Qing was staring at, and said, "That's a dead star."
Sheng Qing turned his head to look at her.
This was beyond his knowledge reserve, and he asked, "Do you like astronomy?"
Zong Ying replied: "I liked it when I was a child." She suddenly looked up at the clock: "It's getting late, go take a bath and sleep."
She urged Sheng Qingrang not to waste any more time and went upstairs to get the clothes, but Zong Ying said, "Wait—"
She strode back to the room, brought out a white shirt, and threw it to Sheng Qing to make way: "The shirt you left in the stairwell of the Nanjing Hotel, I let them wash it together when I sent it to wash, it's clean."
After she finished speaking, she sat down on the sofa, took the half bottle of wine she drank just now, and urged him without raising her head: "Go and wash."
Sheng Qing asked Zong Ying to lie down on the sofa and sleep when she came out of the shower, and she drank the remaining half of the bottle of wine.
She looked uncomfortable in her sleeping position, and she didn't even have a blanket on her body. Sheng Qingrang leaned over and called her softly: "Miss Zong, wake up and go back to the bedroom to sleep."
Zong Ying did not wake up, but frowned, her teeth clenched harder, and her breathing became heavier. Because of the wine, a rare blood color appeared on her face, her lips were slightly open, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm a little scared. "
It's a dream.
Sheng Qingrang called her softly again, but she suddenly reached out and grabbed his fingers.
Sheng Qing made his entire back tense.
Zong Ying woke up on the sofa. There was a reclining chair next to the sofa, and Sheng Qingrang was nowhere to be seen. It was already bright outside.
Chenguang crept into the living room, Zong Ying sat up, rubbed the sun to refresh himself, and his eyes fell on the watch box of the coffee table.
She reached for it and remembered that on the eve of her birthday a few years ago, she asked her grandmother, "What gift will my mother give me this year?"
The grandmother who knew the inside story said: "Your mother recently said that you have no concept of time at all, and you only know how to sleep after finishing your homework. Could it be that she wants to give you a watch?"
But until it was dark, until last night, she hadn't waited for a watch.
She suddenly took out the watch case from the box, put it on her wrist, and put it on.
forlife——
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