Chapter 217 A Single Bed
Following Du Xiang up the stairs one step at a time to the fifth floor, Du Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then led the two to the innermost part of the fifth floor. Originally, the fifth floor was where old files were stored, but now the files have been burned as waste paper for heating.
He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door in front of him. Not long after, a curly-haired woman in her forties or fifties opened the door. Seeing that it was Du Xiang standing outside the door, the woman showed a somewhat stiff smile.
"Aunt Qin, do you still have Xiao Qiu's room? My cousin and sister-in-law are here today. Do you think you can give it to them?" Du Xiang smiled back and then spoke.
"No one lives here yet. Since Xiao Du has asked, you can move in. But my life is not easy either. The rent..." Aunt Qin said embarrassedly. A young woman's cursing voice and a little boy's crying could be heard in the room.
"Don't worry, Aunt Qin. One pack of biscuits and one bottle of water a month. What do you think?" Du Xiang frowned slightly when he heard the young woman's voice. He couldn't help but said, "Aunt Qin, if it really doesn't work, you should move out."
"Hey, I'm so old now. I don't have many days to live. Why do I have to go through so much trouble? Besides, I can't bear to let my little grandson leave his mother. Give me the things and I'll get the keys for you." Aunt Qin shook her head bitterly and turned to walk into the house.
"Aunt Qin used to be the file manager on this floor, and she has the keys to this floor. Xiao Qiu is an intern working under Aunt Qin, but he went out to find food a while ago and never came back. The
ones in the house are Aunt Qin's daughter-in-law and grandson. Aunt Qin's son was bitten to death by zombies after the apocalypse in order to protect them. But since her husband died, that woman has become restless." While Aunt Qin went back to the house to get the keys, Du Xiang whispered to Luo Xiaran and the others: "I used to have a newly married cousin, but there has been no news of him a long time ago. If it's an outsider, you'll have to get a lot less luggage."
"Thank you for troubling me, Brother Du. Let's cook noodles later. I have a salted duck egg here. Let's share it at lunch." Jun Lie expressed his gratitude to Du Xiang. Although they didn't lack this little food, no one wanted to be taken advantage of.
Luo Xiaran had already prepared biscuits and mineral water. She waited quietly for Aunt Qin to come out with the key, and then handed the things over obediently with a sweet smile.
Aunt Qin was a little dazed, and then whispered: "Don't take things out like this outside in the future. The little girl had better not go out of the house. She is not safe now."
After that, Aunt Qin nodded to Du Xiang and closed the door to block the young woman's yelling and the child's crying in the room. With this bag of biscuits, soaked in water, it will be enough for the child to eat for at least more than a week.
The so-called Xiao Qiu's room is far away from Aunt Qin's room, all the way at the end of the corridor. It is a slightly moldy room with a single steel bed and nothing else.
"This..." Du Xiang was stunned when he saw the appearance of the room. He didn't expect that the things Xiao Qiu left behind were gone like this, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Brother Du, please come in. There is no stool. Please sit on the bed. I will clean up the room." Jun Lie patted Du Xiang's shoulder, then took Luo Xiaran's hand and went into the room, kicking the papers on the floor together.