Shi Guang raised his head, his eyes brightened: "It's you, good morning."

After saying hello, Shijian finally answered his question: "It's not me who lives here, it's my brother."

As she was talking, she suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, my brother said he wanted to go see that house in a few days. Do you think you have time convenient for that?"

Xu Qian nodded quickly: "It's convenient, it's convenient for me anytime."

Shijian found it a little funny. Why did this man look so silly and not very smart? "Then do you think tomorrow's time is suitable?"

She remembered her brother saying last night that he had no plans for tomorrow.

Everything is fine here, but...

Thinking of that strange neighbor who would knock on the door from time to time, time shuddered.

That young man seems to be mentally unstable, so it’s better to let his brother move out as soon as possible.

Xu Qian rolled his eyes.

Brother Ci doesn't seem to have any plans for tomorrow? Since Brother Ci said that he has given him full authority, it shouldn't be a problem for him to set a time without consulting me first, right?

"Okay." Xu Qian nodded and said, "Then tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, you can ask your brother to wait in front of the bookstore next to the bar street."

Shi Guang nodded and smiled: "Well, tomorrow then."

The girl's smile in the sunshine is bright and particularly charming.

Xu Qian was a little dazed, and when his eyes touched the red mole on her forehead, he suddenly came to his senses: "Hey, what a coincidence, I saw a girl last night who also had a red mole on her forehead like you, what a coincidence."

"Ah?" It couldn't be such a coincidence that he saw his brother wearing women's clothes last night.

Shi Jian's eyes drifted slightly for a few seconds: "Well, you might have seen my sister. My sister seemed to have gone out to play last night."

Xu Qian did not suspect anything, but just looked surprised and asked: "Do all the sisters in your family have red moles on their foreheads?"

Shi Guang nodded, and he didn't know what he remembered, and his tone became low: "Well, my mother has it too, so it can be considered hereditary."

Xu Qian felt that he seemed to have touched someone's sad memory and felt a little helpless. Just when he didn't know what to say, the breakfast stall owner nearby spoke up: "Girl, your packed porridge is ready."

"Okay." Shi Jian shook off the melancholy that had just surged up in her, took the porridge, tilted her head, and said to Xu Qian: "Then I'll go first, don't forget it tomorrow - bye -"

"Oh, okay." Xu Qian wanted to say something, but after a while he could only say: "Well, bye."

Time waved to him, and went back humming a song while carrying his breakfast.

When I returned to the house, it was quiet as expected.

Shijian put the porridge on the table without being surprised, and went to the study and knocked on the door: "Brother, I bought you golden pumpkin porridge and steamed eggs, remember to heat them up when you eat them later."

The room was silent. There was no response, but he didn't feel awkward. He just said, "I've made an appointment for you to see the house tomorrow morning. I've sent you the time and place on WeChat. Remember to take a look when you're free."

"I have something else to do at school, so I'll go back first."

This last sentence finally got a response from the person in the room.

Through the thick door, Shi Jin's voice seemed like a different person, but the coldness in his tone remained the same: "Okay, go back and be careful."

"Okay, remember to eat breakfast." Shi Jian reminded him again with concern, then he picked up his bag and went out.

Inside the house.

Shi Jin rubbed his sore eyebrows.

Looking at the densely packed text on the computer screen, he relaxed his brows and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Sure enough, only immersive personal experience can bring him inspiration.

It was at this moment that Shi Jin noticed his WeChat window flashing continuously.

He opened WeChat, clicked into the time dialog box first, and wrote down the time and place for house viewing tomorrow. Only then did he have time to read the messages one by one.

He ignored all the unimportant messages or messages from group chats. As he scanned through the messages, he only found a dialog box with the note "Edit 11" that was fortunately opened.

[Editor 11]: Grandpa, how is your manuscript going?

[Editor 11]: You have been dragging on for so long that the flowers I have been waiting for have all wilted.

[Editor 11]: When can you submit the manuscript? If you don’t submit it, the money I earn won’t be enough to pay for my hair transplant.

[Editor 11]: By the way, the sample copy of "Silence" has been printed. I will bring it to you some other day.

[Editor 11]: Didi? My dear, are you there?

【时黔】: in.

[Editor 11]: Oh my God, you finally replied to me.

[Editor 11:]: If you don’t reply to me, I will call the police.

[Shi Qian]: Please give me the sample book later. I am moving soon.

[Editor 11]: What? Why are you moving?

[Editor 11]: But it’s better to move. The boy living next door to you is scary. It’s better to move out as soon as possible.

[Editor 11]: When you move, remember to give me your address;

[Shi Qian]: Okay.

Shi Jin didn't read the news after that.

Because the doorbell rang again.

He sat quietly for two seconds and then stood up.

The doorbell rang with no regularity. The rapid and chaotic ringing echoed in the empty living room, making people feel upset.

Shi Jin walked into the dining room, put the pumpkin porridge and egg custard on the table into the microwave to heat them up, and then stuffed the blanket that Shi had thrown on the sofa into the washing machine.

All these actions were done slowly and calmly, as if the annoying doorbell didn't exist.

After doing all this, he washed his hands and walked to the door.

“Crack—”

The door opened, revealing the fair face of a young man outside.

"Brother Shi, why did you open the door just now?" The boy's soft voice was slightly complaining, and he acted coquettishly in a natural way: "I rang the doorbell for a long time, and my legs were numb when you finally came."

"By the way, look, I bought you breakfast." The boy raised the bag in his hand, looking happy: "There are steamed buns, steamed buns, and a bowl of beef noodles. Which one do you want to eat?"

As he spoke, he kept walking towards the house.

The mahogany door stood firmly in place, and the only remaining space was occupied by Shi Jin, so the young man could not find a gap to enter.

Seeing that his plan to enter the house was ruined, the boy's fair face fell, and he felt very aggrieved: "Brother Shi, why don't you let me in?"

Shi Jin lowered his eyes, ignoring the boy's familiarity: "Mr. Cheng, we don't seem to be that familiar."

The boy blinked twice, his long eyelashes fluttering, his soft and tender face full of confusion: "Why are we not familiar with each other? Brother Shi, didn't we grow up together?"

Cheng Ke was a little anxious. He pursed his lips, kneaded the bag in his hand with his fingertips, and stared at Shi Jin: "Brother Shi, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding." Shi Jin stated the facts calmly with a cold expression: "Mr. Cheng, you and I are just neighbors."

The boy's expression suddenly changed: "You are lying."

The drama that has been played out several times these days has worn away Shi Jin's already limited patience.

His face turned cold and he looked away expressionlessly: "Mr. Cheng Ke, you are disturbing me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The door of the next room suddenly opened, and a woman in pajamas ran out. She pulled Cheng Ke back to her side and carefully apologized to Shi Jin: "Mr. Shi, I'm so sorry. My Xiao Ke is here to disturb you again. I'm so sorry."

She randomly smoothed her messy hair and explained awkwardly, "Xiao Ke made a fuss last night. I stayed with him all night, and I couldn't stand it anymore so I fell asleep in the morning. I didn't expect him to run out during this moment and disturb you. I'm really sorry."

Shi Jin nodded calmly.

The moment he closed the door, he glanced at the woman's tired face and paused.

After two seconds of silence, he rationally offered his suggestion: "Ms. Bai, I suggest you take Mr. Cheng to the hospital."

There was clearly something wrong with Cheng Ke's mental state, and leaving it alone would do no good to anyone.

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to touch upon a taboo for women. Her pupils shrank suddenly and she said in a sharp voice, "No, I won't go to the hospital. My Xiao Ke is not sick. He is very normal. Why do you all say he is sick? He is not sick!"

The woman's excited emotions gradually calmed down under the cold eyes of Shi Jin. She wiped the tears from her face awkwardly and moved her lips twice: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Shi Jin raised his eyes and said indifferently, "Then please do as you please."

The mahogany door closed and Shi Jin stood there for two seconds.

Lack of empathy and patience, not good at interpersonal communication, and rejecting strangers...

For a person like him, would it really be a good decision to choose to share a house?

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