Chapter 7

Miss Zhang's house lives on the first floor, with moss and weeds covering the corners of the walls. Before entering the house, a cold, damp, and moldy air comes rushing towards her with enthusiasm. Due to the obstruction of the second floor terrace, the lighting inside is poor, and only a small window facing south can receive some sunlight, like a prison cell.

When Jiang Xiaoyuan entered the room, she found a small five watt light bulb hanging from the roof in the living room - let's call it the living room - with the lights on during the day. Once someone walked upstairs, the dim light would shake her head and shake her mind.

There is a young girl under the lamp, about fourteen or fifteen years old, who looks very beautiful. She has a pair of eyes as big as Zhang Xiuqin's, and her big eyes are on her face, making her look like a female monkey. When she looks on this girl's face, she only makes people feel watery.

She was wearing a deep blue sports school uniform for middle school students and was doing her homework when she heard a voice and looked up at the door. She saw Zhang Xiuqin leading a stranger in. The little girl didn't say hello or be surprised, first furrowed her brow, then turned her gaze indifferently to her own book, casually flipping through it while using a pen to curl her hair at the temples.

Zhang Xiuqin shyly introduced, "This is my girl, named Tiantian. Zhang Tian, why aren't you called human

Zhang Tian turned a deaf ear and had a pale complexion. Based on his appearance, it was probably in the late stage of his second illness.

Zhang Xiuqin was very embarrassed and wanted to get angry, but her eyebrows twitched for a moment before she restrained herself and explained to her daughter in a low voice, "This sister can't find a place to live temporarily. Let's settle down at our house first. I don't understand your homework either. You can ask her more in the future

Zhang Tian glanced at Jiang Xiaoyuan sideways. Her eyes were extremely black and her face was extremely white. Paired together, they looked like she had walked out of a painting. However, before Jiang Xiaoyuan could appreciate them, the picturesque little girl gave her a standard cold laugh.

Zhang Xiuqin had no way to deal with her at all, and helplessly said to Jiang Xiaoyuan, "I can't control her either - Xiaoyuan, come here, you stay here for now, and Big Sister will tidy up for you later

Behind the palm sized living room, there was a bedroom that was also devoid of any silk. Jiang Xiaoyuan suspected that the girl was so white and might have been overshadowed by this year-round extreme night environment. Behind the bedroom was a utility room, which was Jiang Xiaoyuan's resting place.

Zhang Xiuqin asked her to wait on the side, rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward. She made a pile of miscellaneous items three times and five times, and dug out a folding marching bed and a bedding from it. With each bed, a single berth appeared.

Jiang Xiaoyuan lowered her head and looked at the thin body of the marching bed, the various unidentified yellow stains on the corners of the bedding. She then looked around the windowless storage room and thought to herself, "I have transformed from cousin Dali to Harry Potter

The environment is a bit bad, "Zhang Xiuqin said awkwardly." It's just a bit messy, not dirty... The sheets have just been washed, you sit down first, and I'll pour you a glass of water

Jiang Xiaoyuan quickly stopped her and asked, "Where is the restroom

What are you washing... Oh, the toilet, it's outside, "Zhang Xiuqin said." The kitchen is also outside

Two minutes later, Jiang Xiaoyuan was taken to the shared "restroom" in front of the entire building. It really didn't deserve to be called a "restroom" because there was no place to wash her hands.

The toilet is only suitable for medium to thin body types, and the floor is filled with unknown liquids. The most terrifying thing is that there is a row of leaky flower windows above the wall opposite the squatting pit for some design consideration. Jiang Xiaoyuan looked up and happened to have a eye contact with the old man who was drying clothes on the second floor opposite!

... such a design that is easy to observe.

Jiang Xiaoyuan murmured expressionlessly, "How many households use this one toilet? It won't start fighting in the morning, right

No, "Zhang Xiuqin took over the conversation," everyone uses a spittoon to pee in the basin. Just queue up every day to pour it out, soon

Jiang Xiaoyuan imagined the scene, her goosebumps standing in a square formation.

Because of this place, Jiang Xiaoyuan transformed into a camel, taking every bite with great caution, afraid of going to the bathroom again - which made Zhang feel that she was shy.

That night, Jiang Xiaoyuan thought she would toss and turn, unable to sleep at night, but she didn't.

She lay on the creaking marching bed, her head not touching the pillow before she fell asleep. She had no dreams all night until she fell asleep half asleep and woke up groggily.

The surroundings were pitch black, and it was impossible to tell the exact time. With people involved, the biological clock was completely on strike - not to mention that Jiang Xiaoyuan had never experienced that before.

She turned over with difficulty, wiped her face, and remembered the quiet night before. She didn't take the opportunity to cry alone, almost admiring herself - she felt like she had developed some special self-protection mechanism. Jiang Xiaoyuan watched her experience with a cold eye, numb to joy, anger, sadness, and happiness.

Jiang Xiaoyuan used to wash her face every day in the following way: first, thoroughly clean her face with a four step facial cleanser, then paint another layer of water after the imported makeup water dried, and paint water of different textures three times. According to the thickness of the texture, from thin to thick, then apply skin base fluid, eye essence, facial essence, eye cream, face cream, and finally eyelash nourishing primer. After this set, she decided whether to add a facial mask according to her mood, and then the maintenance link was over, officially entering the more complex makeup link.

But what the hell is there in this place?

There is a water room as big as a fart in the small building. Every morning, people of all ages and genders line up together, each carrying a set of braces and a towel on their shoulders. They come in disheveled and disheveled, dripping soup and leaving.

What kind of liquid or essence is impossible. When they go back, they can apply some packaged cream. If they don't let the skin crack in winter, they will have done their utmost to the face.

Jiang Xiaoyuan was stunned by the bed for a moment, thinking that she was a guest at someone else's house and should have tidied up the bed for them. She lowered her head and looked at the bed she had slept on before, only to see the scattered mold and yellow spots on it through the faint light shining through the cracks in the wall.

Jiang Xiaoyuan stood still with herself for a moment, expressionlessly holding up one hand. Suddenly, she bent down and covered her mouth, feeling nauseous.

Of course, she didn't vomit anything, only physiological tears fell down. Jiang Xiaoyuan wanted to find a place to hold her head and cry with someone, but she was alone in this space and didn't know anyone. Jiang Xiaoyuan's parents were not her parents, and her relatives were not hers. She was just a ticket evader who stole someone else's identity.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyuan heard voices coming from outside - the old house had no privacy, and the neighbors could hear every whisper clearly, not to mention that they had no intention of concealing it.

Zhang Tian said, "Do you know who she is? Just take her home

Zhang Xiuqin said, "Speak softly, you speak softly... I met a pitiful little girl on the road, who is not much older than you

Zhang Tian: "What's wrong with the little girl? She can't be a bad person anymore. I don't think she looks like a good person. I don't even know which country she's from. When we had dinner yesterday, they didn't even want their chopsticks to touch their lips. That's because they despised you. Can't you tell

Zhang Xiuqin: "They just arrived at our house, sorry

Zhang Tian: "Pull it down! Our house is just these two rundown houses. You still don't think there are enough people living here, do you? Two more flies fly in and can't fit in. You even bring someone home, and the person you bring in is just eating and drinking for nothing. Do you think she looks like she's looking for a serious job? When is this? If she doesn't get up, who is she? Which household's young lady is waiting for someone to come in and take care of her living and dressing

Zhang Xiuqin: "You lower your voice! The noise is making my heart ache

Zhang Tian retorted with a sharp tongue, "You're so angry that my teeth hurt

Zhang Xiuqin: "Alright, alright, Auntie, don't you still have to go to tutoring? Alright, alright, hurry up, have I packed the boxed lunch I brought for you... Hey Sweetie, why don't you take it

A glottal sound came from outside, and Zhang Tian's angry voice drifted far away: "You can keep it for yourself to eat, let me starve to death

The outside remained silent for a moment, and after a while, the door to the storage room was gently pushed open with a small crack. Zhang Xiuqin may have wanted to secretly check if Jiang Xiaoyuan had woken up, but unexpectedly her gaze met that of Jiang Xiaoyuan sitting beside the bed, lost in thought.

Zhang Xiuqin trembled and accidentally pushed open the door to the storage room. In the dark and narrow room, the two of them stood and sat silently, lost in thought.

The atmosphere is no longer awkward.

With Jiang Xiaoyuan's terminally ill princess illness, no matter how grateful she was to Sister Zhang, she couldn't help but breathe this sigh.

She opened her slightly swollen peach blossom eyes and pressed her tongue firmly against the bed, preventing herself from directly spewing a mouthful of anger on Sister Zhang's face.

Sister Zhang's two houses combined are not as big as her toilet, so she packed them together and sold them, but couldn't sell her monthly pocket money.

Oh my god, in this hellish place, do you really think you're the White House? "Jiang Xiaoyuan thought to herself," She's quite good at cherishing her own broom

However, before she could speak, Sister Zhang spoke unexpectedly.

Zhang Xiuqin: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyuan. I've always been disobedient since I was a child. Look at me doing this, driving around the city day and night, I can't even care about her. Can you... please don't be like a child? She's not sensible

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Zhang Xiuqin's monkey eyes were full of helplessness, her face slightly green, and there was no trace of blood on her lips. She stood at the door helplessly and awkwardly, her gaze like a dull file. With a single stroke on Jiang Xiaoyuan's body, it scattered her raging anger.

Jiang Xiaoyuan is the kind of person - if someone accidentally offends her and the other person's attitude is indifferent or dismissive, she will definitely persist and fight to the end. However, if the other person sincerely apologizes, no matter how unhappy she is, she will feel embarrassed to get angry.

Besides, she is already an unwelcome guest who is favored by others. What's there to criticize others for?

No, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said somewhat stiffly," it's nothing, thank you, I'm too disturbed

Sister Zhang didn't know what to say for a moment, so Jiang Xiaoyuan said, "I'll go wash my face first

Standing fiercely, Jiang Xiaoyuan, who had low blood sugar, couldn't help but shake. Her most urgent task now was to find a place to have a good meal and take a shower.

She pinched her nose and tidied up her only possessions, carrying them all with her. She made a gesture of preparing for a long journey and politely bid farewell to Sister Zhang, ready to go to the hotel at all costs.

Miss Zhang remained hesitant and didn't say anything. Her back hurt even more, and she felt like she couldn't straighten her waist, as if a big mountain was pressing down on her.

Kindness, how expensive it is, not everyone can afford it.

Zhang Xiuqin escorted Jiang Xiaoyuan out all the way, and the neighbors thought Jiang Xiaoyuan was a relative of her and greeted her with smiles.

She stood at the entrance of the courtyard, watching Jiang Xiaoyuan's back and sighed. Perhaps she was too tired from the sports car last time, or maybe she hadn't slept well the night before. Zhang Xiuqin's chest hurt like needles, and she held onto the door frame to rest for a moment. Suddenly, she heard a "hey" sound coming from above, and without looking, she knew it was the silly child who had come out to cause trouble again.

Zhang Xiuqin wanted to scare him, but suddenly she couldn't catch her breath. She heard her heart beating rapidly for a moment, and her fingers unconsciously squeezed into the wooden door frame.

There was only a muffled sound, and the little fool didn't know what he had thrown down from the second floor. Zhang Xiuqin couldn't control herself, and it was too late to hide anymore.

A discarded and dusty safety helmet fell from the sky and landed on Zhang Xiuqin's head. Amidst the clamor, Zhang Xiuqin fell straight down.