Years 128

Before Qingping could react, he was pulled upstairs by this enthusiastic roommate in the same dormitory who was very upset.

Her own dormitory is on the second floor and Liu Yan'er lives on the fourth floor.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one opened the door to Liu Yaner's dormitory.

The roommate was angry: "Look... he must think of us as your fellow villager. If your fellow villager comes back at this time and doesn't bring the keys and they don't open the door, will they have to be frozen in the corridor?"

Not that exaggerated.

If a family of such a cold family takes off their clothes and goes into bed, no one wants to get up again.

The roommate was about to knock on the door, but Qingping stopped him and asked loudly: "Does anyone have any? Please open the door. Something is wrong..."

"No one!" A laughing voice came from inside, "I've been frozen to death, I'll find someone to collect the body tomorrow."

This guy just finished speaking and changed his personal words: "Is he a selling thing? We don't want anything. Sisters are so lazy, you can take care of it."

Feelings are regarded as being sold.

Nowadays, there are people who do business in the dormitory. They have approved instant noodles and knocked on the door in the dormitory building to sell them, as well as tapes and various materials.

There are also cosmetics, toiletries, stationery and small appliances, which are all included.

After nine o'clock in the evening, knocks will be one after another, and everyone will be impatient.

Qingping expressed understanding.

However, the roommates and classmates did not have such a good temper. They had a very bad view of the girls in this dormitory.

Who is this? My classmates’ bedding is so wet that I have to go out to stay up all night. Is it so indifferent to them? They are still laughing and laughing.

She pushed Qingping Bangbang's door open: "Open the door! It's still right to pour water on the roommate's bed. Are you bullying like this?"

The sound knocked out many people wrapped in quilts and came out to watch the fun, and immediately surrounded them.

And in this dormitory, it seemed that it was silent for a moment, and something faint came from the door, similar to a crazy person who found the wrong door for no reason. It was mixed with a serene voice, and it was not very real to hear it.

But with just one or two sounds, Qingping also felt that this was wrong. He didn't seem to be a thief and was guilty. He must have made some mistakes. She knew Yan'er too well. She was not a person who would swallow his anger when bullied. So in an instant she wanted to pull her roommate away.

When I really went in, I saw that it was not, and it was very embarrassing.

But before she could move, the door opened suddenly.

A long girl opened the door and said coldly: "Who bullied her classmates in the same dormitory? Who poured water on her quilt? You guys make it clear." As she said that, she opened the door, "Come on, come in and see who the quilt is wet."

Qingping hurriedly said: "We must have gone wrong."

As she said that, she pulled her roommate. This guy had a bad temper and shook Qingping's pull: "Who said he was wrong..." She stretched out her hand and pushed the eldest girl open the door and headed to the other person's dormitory.

Qingping quickly apologized to the girl on the verge of anger: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! She was angry again..."

After following in and taking a look, I saw my roommate looking at a bed in disbelief.

That's right, that bed is a bit out of place.

Others have plaid sheets and sky blue quilts, pillows are sky blue, and pillow towels are white background and blue flowers. Even the bed circumference is negotiated, with simple black, white and gray plaids. They are either expensive fabrics or very friendly things for about ten yuan. They are clean, just look at these three beds. These girls are very neat.

On the other hand, the bed next to the balcony door, my god. The mattress is spread directly on the bed, without a sheet. The quilt is folded and placed on the head of the bed. The pillow is the kind of round pillow that has disappeared for many years. The fabric is pieced together and the colors are messy.

The mattress is a satin fabric with large flowers on one side and a native cloth on the other side. But the upward side is not a local cloth, but wrinkled satin.

The roommate looked at Qingping and seemed to be asking: This is your fellow villager’s dormitory.

Qingping lowered her eyelids, and she regretted not holding her roommate.

If you see this embarrassing side, no one feels comfortable, let alone Liu Yan'er.

"Let's go." She grabbed her roommate, "I found the wrong one."

She said this, but the other party did not believe it at all. She stretched out her hand and pulled the quilt away and lifted it up.

Then he saw that the other person's face was full of incredibleness.

The inside of the quilt and mattress is covered with local cloth, but what's going on with a circle of maps on mustard seeds on top?

Still wet the bed?

this?

Qingping took a look and went up to clean up the bedding again.

This embarrassing pattern of mustard-like urine is of course not Yan'er wet the bed. Her younger brother, cerebral palsy, is now lying on the kang and urinating and defecating. The older he is, the more unpleasant the urine smell. Sometimes he doesn't care about disassembling and washing it, helping to change the bed, and then taking the wet urine directly outside to dry. If it is cleaned in time, it will not be easy to leave these traces. However, after repeated drying, the cotton inside the bedding is aging and even dirty and dusty. Under the influence of several factors, the traces cannot be washed away.

Originally, the patient's things were only used for the patient. But who said that her younger brother was a treasure? No one could be wronged. He could use the bedding at home.

So Yan'er's bedding is like this. Even if she washes it, she still leaves such traces that it is embarrassing and inexplicable.

How could such a bedding be covered up so hard, so how could it be taken out to dry?

The new dormitory building is already wet. Half a semester has passed, and recently it has been raining and raining again and again, and the bedding has long been wet.

The bedding is wet, it's the truth.

But there are too many hidden secrets here. It is not bullying in the dormitory, nor is it Yan'er pretending to behave.

Hunger and cold are easy to make people fragile.

She cried to Lakshin, it should be the fragility caused by the cold.

Qingping cleaned up Yan'er's bed and apologized to the other three: "I'm so sorry, we found the wrong place. We also messed up your roommate's things. Do you think I can clean it up? I'm so sorry."

While apologizing, he pulled his roommate away.

When I came out, I brought the door to me and explained to the corridor, watching the fun: "I'm sorry, we went to the wrong door. We misunderstood the classmate of 418." The voice was very loud, for fear that everyone would misunderstand others.

Then he ran back to the dormitory, carried the oranges and bananas that Xu Qiang had brought yesterday, went downstairs, and knocked on the door before he went to bed, and handed over the things without saying a word: "I heard the phone wrongly, and I misunderstood."

She was also afraid that these people would think that Yan'er was talking nonsense outside and framed them, so she insisted that she had gone through the wrong door.

The anger over there also disappeared.

Bananas are not very friendly fruits nowadays, and they feel a little expensive, so students are willing to buy them once a while.

It looks like this big handful, five or six pounds, and four or five pounds of oranges, which is very sincere.

"It's okay!" said the eldest girl with a stiff expression.

Qingping then ran back to the dormitory. He was sweating even when it was so cold that he was sweating.

When I returned to the dormitory, I heard this enthusiastic roommate sitting on a stool and calling, "...Really... I won't lie to you... I should be sick... I'm so old and wet the bed..."

Qingping: "Why are you talking nonsense?"

"I didn't say you fellow villager." She always thought she had gone to the wrong dormitory, and asked Lakshun if he remembered it wrongly, but he couldn't stay there at all.

Did you remember correctly that Lakshun understands very well, okay?

Qingping said, "No matter who it is, you shouldn't say that. What does it look like if it is spread?"

The roommate stuck out his tongue, "Laxhin is not that kind of person." Then he grabbed the phone and warned Laaxhin, "Don't say it out. You can't discriminate against others."

Lakshin felt a little clear when he heard the conversation between the two through the phone.

He didn't tell the enthusiastic female classmate that it was unnecessary, and just said, "Then I probably remembered it wrong. It's okay..."

After hanging up the phone, the enthusiastic roommate kept telling the other two about this: "... This disease really needs to be treated quickly... But looking at her bedding, you will know that the situation is not good... How about we start an event and raise money for this classmate to treat it?"

Qingping's face turned pale: "No! How do you know that someone is sick?" She was a little angry, "Do you know if the old bedding is damp for a long time, it will become like that... You don't ask others, you don't know anything. Are you sure you are helping others not harming them... Others hide scars, you have to pull out other people's clothes and reveal the scars for everyone to see... Are you sympathetic? If sympathy is like this... Then there is no sympathy in this world... This is more vicious than murderous poison..."

The roommate suddenly changed his face: "I am kind, do you want to say so ugly..."

Qingping turned her face and stopped talking. She didn't plan to get too close to this roommate in the future. Most people really can't bear her kindness.

The other two have made a smooth move. One said that Qingping’s words made sense, and he shouldn’t do bad things with good intentions. The other said that although Qingping’s words made sense, it would be a bit too much to say that the roommate was vicious. She just thought that the problem was simple and her heart was good.

Then they made the two apologize to each other, and they looked harmonious again.

Qingping maintained superficial contact, but he refused to get closer to this classmate in his heart. However, the other party seemed to have not noticed this kind of distantness.

Yan'er rushed back to the dormitory early the next morning to wash up and met Lakshen downstairs.

He handed over the things in his hand: "...Is the bedding so swelling that it has no time to dry it? Give it! I have extra here, don't dislike it. This is made by my mother, and it is the most swelling mattress on the bed. I also have a set of bedding sent from home. This set is from the school and I don't use it much. If I don't dislike it, spread it on the bed, and it will be softer at least."

There are two sets of bed sheets, quilt covers and pillowcases for one person, so it’s easy to change.

For boys, is it necessary to change bed sheets and quilt covers? It seems that no one has seen anyone change it.

He took out his set that was not available yet, and there was only one set of bedding, but he really had thick bedding sent from his home. He had always used it from his home. He took this set.

As for what he asked Qingping to see in her dormitory last night, he didn't say it, and I believe Qingping wouldn't say it either.

And she has always been alone and doesn't look close to her classmates in the same dormitory. Naturally, she couldn't know this from the mouths of the people in the same dormitory.

Everything is natural, knowing that your bedding is getting wet, I'll give you a set, that's all.

"I'll give you the money." Yan'er took the things over and said so.

Lakshun laughed: "I'll go eat pork rib noodles, you can scoop me a little more..."

Yan'er smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, then nodded heavily, and walked into the dormitory with her things.

After going upstairs one step at a time, the other party never saw it again. The smile on her face slowly closed. Looking at the bedding in her hand, she paused and turned her face back. Even if she couldn't see anything, she insisted on maintaining this position.
To be continued...