Chapter 5: It's called happy but I'm not happy at all
The sudden ringing of the doorbell broke the silence in the house. The electronic doorbell screen next to the entrance door lit up, especially dazzling in the dim light.
Shen Xingjian’s expression was stern, and he quickly got on the wheelchair and drove to the door.
He deliberately lowered his voice: "Who?"
The low voice echoed in the empty living room, making Gao Xing, who was standing nearby, involuntarily tense up.
A hoarse male voice came intermittently from the receiver that had not been used for a long time. Shen Xingjian frowned: "Express delivery? I didn't buy anything, you sent it to the wrong person."
Seeing that the other party was still explaining, he raised his voice impatiently: "I said I didn't buy anything, you sent the wrong thing!"
Gao Xing was standing a little far from the doorbell phone, and he didn't hear the content clearly at first, until Shen Xingjian began to get impatient: "What happy delivery? I still have a sad delivery!"
He was about to hang up when Gao Xing suddenly realized what was happening. He rushed over, grabbed the intercom, and apologized profusely, "Sorry! Sorry! It's my package. I'll come right out and get it!"
She quickly ran to the gate and made sure the courier hadn't crossed the edge of the yard before she breathed a sigh of relief: "From now on, just leave my package at the door. Thank you for your help."
The courier was already annoyed at work, and now he had to be ridiculed. He threw the electric cooker in front of her with some dissatisfaction and asked her to sign for it.
Gao Xing smiled twice, signed the document, and returned to the house with the express box.
As soon as I stepped into the door, I heard Shen Xingjian say quietly at the door: "Your name is Gao Xing?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Gao Xing glanced at him unhappily.
Seeing her with a sullen face all day long as if others owed her millions, Shen Xingjian tutted: "Your name is Gao Xing, but you are not happy at all. Is this worthy of your parents' good intentions?"
It was just a casual joke, but it pierced Gao Xing's heart like a knife, and her face turned cold.
"So, what's your amazing name?" she asked deliberately.
"Shen Xingjian." He straightened his back, with a hint of pride in his tone. "As Heaven moves forward, so a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement."
Gao Xing sneered, his eyes darting back and forth between him and the wheelchair, and he said sarcastically, "Heaven moves forward, can you move forward?"
Shen Xingjian's body suddenly froze, as if he had been hit on the head with a stick. He froze in place, his pupils contracted violently, and his lips trembled uncontrollably, as if he couldn't believe that someone would say such words in front of him.
That night, when Gao Xing came down from upstairs again with a pot to cook instant noodles, he found that Shen Xingjian was still sitting in the same position as before.
After being scolded in the face, Shen Xingjian thought he would be ashamed, angry and embarrassed, but strangely, he didn't. After a brief shock, he fell into a strange calm.
For a long time, everyone kept his leg secret, afraid of touching a sore spot. When he walked on the street, people who saw him often showed sympathy and pity, as if he was some extremely miserable person who had to rely on their charity to survive.
This deliberate avoidance and sympathy always made him feel inexplicably irritated, but he couldn't explain why.
It was only until just now that he seemed to understand something.
His leg was broken, and that was an indisputable fact that could not be erased by not saying, asking, or mentioning it. What he wanted was not pity or special treatment from others, but to be treated as an ordinary person and treated equally, good or bad.
In the living room, several candles burned quietly in the darkness, the flames jumped lightly, and the old wicks made a few "sizzling" sounds from time to time.
After calming down, Gao Xing also realized that his words might have been too harsh, but when he saw Shen Xingjian sitting silently in the living room, the words of apology got stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment.
The overlap of time and space was not what she wanted. She was also a victim. This was obviously her house, so why should she swallow her anger and allow him to ridicule her?
In the kitchen, the blue flame on the stove bloomed and extinguished. When Gao Xing came out with the hot noodles, he was unexpectedly met with Shen Xingjian's straight gaze.
"You use my kitchen and eat alone?" he said quietly.
After a moment of joy, he followed the donkey down the hill, turned around, took a bowl and shared half with him: "Is that all right?"
Shen Xingjian picked up his chopsticks and fiddled with the noodles in the bowl with a picky look: "Instant noodles, as the name suggests, are noodles soaked in water. It's also called instant noodles. You have to cook it in a pot and put it in a bowl. You have to wash both the pot and the bowl. Do you think it's convenient?"
Happy:"……"
She suddenly smiled, because people really want to laugh when they are speechless.
It was the first time she saw someone feeling superior while eating instant noodles. He was really sick!
"Eat it if you want!" she retorted unhappily.
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At six o'clock in the morning, with a slight "beep" sound, the power was restored.
Gao Xing was awakened by the sound. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, only to find that the indicator light on the air-conditioning controller was on.
After a night of silence, the air conditioner started running again, and the air vents blew out cold air. Perhaps it was a sequelae of the unbearable heat last night, but Gao Xing felt that the cold air was a little cooler than before the power outage.
Because of the power outage, the slippers that she accidentally kicked under the bed last night were still lying there. Gao Xing bent over to grab them, but suddenly hesitated for a moment, and finally went to the bathroom barefoot.
After that day, Gao Xing didn't go downstairs for nearly three days.
Now that the power supply has been restored, she can use her split electric cooker normally and no longer has to go downstairs to use the kitchen.
She locked herself in the room and concentrated on writing.
When it comes to writing at least one word, Gao Xing is really having a headache. She has obviously tried very hard to learn, but when the new chapter is released, readers still complain about it, saying that the emotional scenes are awkwardly written, the interactions lack tension, and it is so boring.
She was really helpless. Why was love so difficult?
Gao Xing was staring at her computer screen, worrying, when her phone suddenly lit up. She glanced at the out-of-town number displayed on the screen and confirmed it wasn't from Xijiang before pressing the answer button.
"Hello, is this Teacher Gao Xing?" A sweet young female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I am, who are you?"
"Hello, Teacher Gao Xing. I'm Ji Nian, an intern editor at Xinghai Media Publishing House." The girl's voice was filled with unconcealed excitement. "Our editorial department is planning to re-evaluate the publishing plan for 'Feng Yue'. I was wondering if you'd be available to come to the publishing house soon to discuss this in detail?"
His eyes lit up instantly, "Of course it's convenient!"
She is short of money right now. If the publishing is successful, she can concentrate on studying without any worries.
The two quickly set a date to meet, and after hanging up the phone, they happily put down their phones, imagining the happy days of moving out after receiving the copyright fees.
Although the overlap of time and space has not caused any substantial harm to her for the time being, it is a supernatural event after all. The origin of the person downstairs is unknown, and it is not known whether he will become a dangerous person. If possible, it is better to move out as soon as possible.
Downstairs, Shen Xingjian sat in a wheelchair, his fingers tapping the armrest unconsciously.
He hadn't heard any noise upstairs for several days. Could something have happened?
Is she dying of heat upstairs? But he clearly helped her lower the temperature by 1 degree! 25 degrees shouldn't kill anyone, right?
Could it be that the space-time folding has ended and there is no one upstairs anymore?
If something really happened to the woman upstairs, would it be helpful if he called 120?
All kinds of terrible guesses swirled in Shen Xingjian's mind. After thinking it over again and again, he still felt that he had to call her twice to see if she was still there.
Although the two of them don't get along, it would be a big trouble if she really died in her own home!
"Hello?"
"Hello!"
He called out twice tentatively, but when he got no response, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Happy? Happy!"
On the second floor, Gao Xing, who was revising a manuscript, was startled by the sudden shout. She walked barefoot to the stairs and leaned forward impatiently: "What are you doing?"
Seeing that the person was still alive, Shen Xingjian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He let out a long sigh and was about to explain, but then he changed his mind and thought, if he told the truth, this woman might misunderstand that he cared about her, right?
"I say, can you please walk a little quieter? You woke me up from my nap. Do I have to wear those worn-out slippers of yours?" He deliberately put on a stern face.
Gao Xing looked down at his feet on the floor, then looked up at the bluffing man downstairs, and immediately smiled speechlessly.
Great, she actually thought that she disturbed him by walking in slippers. Did she come here on purpose to cause trouble?
Gao Xing snorted coldly, went back to his room, tore off a piece of note paper, quickly wrote a line of words, crumpled the note into a ball and threw it down.
Seeing something thrown down, Shen Xingjian instinctively caught it. After unfolding the crumpled note, he found that it was an address?
"No. 59 Zhongnan Road? What does that mean?" he read out in confusion.
"The most popular braised food shop in Xinjiehui." Gao Xing sneered from upstairs, "If you don't want the ears, you can donate them."
Shen Xingjian’s face flushed instantly: “You you you you you you!
The author has something to say:
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The two touched their mouths and were poisoned to death.
I'm glad I didn't treat Shen Xingjian as a disabled person, nor as a human being [smirk]
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