Zhang Moyan lives in a community that was developed more than ten years ago. There are dozens of six-story buildings with stairs. Although they are a bit old and don’t even have an elevator, because it is a school district house for a key middle school, the replacement rate and occupancy rate are high. The residents are of high social status, and the sanitation, greening and functional facilities are among the best in this type of community.
Xiao Xingyu went through some trouble to grab a parking space and park his car. He found Building 27 according to the address on WeChat and went up to the 3rd floor.
He found Room 301 on the left. He didn't rush in, but first found the water meter cabinet in the corridor and opened the white wooden door. Sure enough, there was a 6-inch cake box inside.
He took the cake and went to the door of Room 301, entered the six-digit password, pressed the door handle, and the door opened.
It still gets dark early in the evening at the end of February. It's completely dark around 6:30. Xiao Xingyu uses the light from the corridor to find the light switch on the wall of the entrance hall. With a click, he turns on the light, and the house suddenly becomes bright.
This is a one-bedroom apartment of about 50 square meters. You can get a general view of the inside by standing at the door. The house is very clean and the layout is warm and tidy.
The living room is the core area with a set of double sofas, and a quiet photo of green plants hanging behind it. Opposite it is a TV and a combination cabinet. There is a small carpet between the TV and the sofa, and an oval coffee table on it. Tissues and remote controls are neatly stored in leather storage boxes.
The living room and kitchen are connected by a set of walnut-colored dining tables and chairs, and the refrigerator is right next to it.
Xiao Xingyu closed the door and put the key on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall.
The shoe cabinet is filled with all kinds of women's shoes, high heels, wedge heels, flat heels, a pair of furry rabbit women's slippers, and a pair of men's slippers.
Xiao Xingyu took off his leather boots and walked to the refrigerator on the floor wearing only socks without changing into slippers.
The refrigerator is as organized as the room.
Above is a freezer, with eggs, a box of milk, a tube of condensed milk, Cantonese fermented bean curd, and various jams and chocolate sauces standing in two rows on the door.
Inside the door are cereals, bread, and Lock&Lock containers, which are sorted into categories with halved lemons, shredded cheese, sliced ham, cooked broth, pickled kimchi, red bean and lotus seed porridge, etc. The display level may not be as good as Marie Kondo's, but you can tell at a glance that the owner must be a homebody who likes to spend time at home.
The freezer below was divided into two layers: one for hot pot ingredients like beef and mutton meatballs, and the other for frozen breakfast items like dumplings, glutinous rice balls, and hand-pulled pancakes. Xiao Xingyu combined the two categories and cleared out space for the ice cream and cake in their boxes.
After closing the refrigerator, Xiao Xingyu turned around and stood there looking around the tidy little house, feeling a sense of absurd unreality.
There were two pink pillows on the sofa, several boxes of chocolates on the coffee table, and a vase of green bamboo on the dining table, each leaf of which was lush and green...
Everything you see and everything you smell tells you that this is a girl's house.
…
“I’ll go!”
I was startled by my reflection in a mirror!
Xiao Xingyu rubbed his chest and suddenly found himself standing in Zhang Moyan's bedroom.
The bedroom is only a dozen square meters, with light-colored curtains and a set of white modular furniture, and a soft pink and yellow quilt spread on the bed.
The bed is 1.35 meters long and can accommodate one or two people.
There is a desk next to the bay window, with a desk lamp, a few books, and a Ferris wheel-shaped photo frame on it.
Each of the six hanging boxes contained a photo, five photos of Zhang Moyan alone, and one half-length photo of her and a man.
This is a standard tourist check-in photo, with the background in a scenic spot. The two people in the photo are standing side by side in front of a mountain carving. Next to the heroic and upright man, Zhang Moyan is wearing a light green windbreaker, with beautiful black hair hanging down her shoulders, and she is smiling faintly at the camera.
Feeling a little presumptuous, Xiao Xingyu quickly retreated. Except for the refrigerator, he did not touch anything in the room.
He put on his shoes in the entrance hall, turned off the lights and closed the door.
The voice-activated lights in the hallway came on. Xiao Xingyu walked to the stairs, leaned his back against the railing, stretched his legs, and pulled out his phone. Under the orange light, this posture incredibly highlighted his superior body proportions and the lines of his long legs.
The first line in the call log was "Empress Dowager Mother". He paused a second before pressing the button, changed his mind, swiped down twice, and dialed.
The phone was picked up after three rings, and Jin Xueyang's flattered voice came from the receiver.
"Teacher Xiao? Hello, Teacher Xiao! Have you changed your mind? I knew you would! Our topic is ambitious, grand, and profound. It's definitely a masterpiece of our time. I knew it would impress you!"
Xiao Xingyu didn't rush to speak. After Jin Xueyang finished his enthusiastic speech, he slowly said, "No, I don't have any."
Jin Xueyang muted the call. After a few seconds, he reassembled his broken heart and asked tentatively, "So... Teacher Xiao, you called... who?"
Xiao Xingyu looked up at the small light in the corridor and said unhappily, "Call reporter Zhang and tell her the cake is in her refrigerator. I don't have her phone number."
Jin Xueyang was stunned for a moment, then said confusedly, "You... put the cake in the refrigerator for her? Sorry, I'm not very smart, so why don't I understand?"
Xiao Xingyu thought about it and realized that it made sense. The incoherent speech was indeed confusing, so he explained it clearly.
"She ordered an ice cream cake online and had it delivered to her today. No one was home, so I happened to be at the hospital and picked it up for her. I've already put the cake in her freezer. That's it."
Jin Xueyang finally understood what was going on: "Teacher Xiao, you've been to Yunshan Garden, right?"
Xiao Xingyu said lazily, "Well, I'm at Yunshan Garden right now. I just came out of her house."
Jin Xueyang was shocked. "Ah? Is Zhang Moyan really that bold? She actually dares to order you around, Teacher Xiao!"
Lord Xiao Xingyu was magnanimous: "Forget it, it's just a small matter."
Jin Xueyang didn't think so. He was very nervous. "Teacher Xiao, Zhang Moyan is such a careless person. Her emotional intelligence is a bit questionable. She thinks she's your boss just because she saved you... No, no, no, I was so angry that I said something without thinking. Anyway, Teacher Xiao, please don't bother with her! By the way, how about I give you Zhang Moyan's phone number?"
"No need," Xiao Xingyu said impatiently, "Just tell her."
Jin Xueyang understood the tone and said hurriedly, "Okay, okay, Teacher Xiao, don't worry, I'll definitely pass on the message! I'll definitely help you educate her!"
"That's not necessary," Xiao Xingyu said perfunctorily, "Alright, that's it. I'm hanging up."
"Okay, Teacher Xiao..." Jin Xueyang wanted to talk about something else, but it felt inappropriate at the moment. In the end, he could only reluctantly say: "Okay then... I'm hanging up."
Xiao Xingyu turned off the screen of his mobile phone, put it in his pocket, and walked downstairs in a dashing manner.
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