On the afternoon of the day when she was drying her clothes, Zhang Chunqin walked back with a light blue bucket full of dry clothes, driven by hormones, and was about to pass by Yisong's room again. She came to the aisle of the community, hummed a familiar song, approached Yisong's window in a casual position, and then looked into the window naturally under the "no choice". Well, it seems that the guy next door has never come back today, the position of the curtains seems to be no different from that in the morning, there is still no figure in the house, the "sleeping position" of the quilt on the bed is as enchanting as before, and the large washbasin is still thrown in the same position resentfully.

Zhang Chunqin regretted that she had no chance to flirt with her today for a few seconds and decided to change her clothes and go out for a spicy hot pot to reward the busy day. Just as she spent five minutes changing her clothes quickly and pushing the door open with her bag, she saw Yi Song pulling out the keys with his extra-large washbasin clamping on her hands and waist. A stack of clothes piled up in the washbasin. It seemed that she had just returned from collecting her clothes.

"Such a coincidence!" Zhang Chunqin heard the sound and turned her head to see the handsome guy talking to her with a smile on her face.

"Hey, what a coincidence, have you just come back?" Zhang Chunqin replied absent-mindedly, and then hurriedly left.

At this time, Zhang Chunqin, a female writer who has enjoyed the drama and drama, feels a little furious when she comes to her morning experience. She always feels that this neighbor is not normal at speed, and many villain ghosts can come out to move during the day. But as a normal person, her three views are still comforting herself. This is just a coincidence. Maybe they are just walking fast, but from then on, Zhang Chunqin is more concerned about Yi Song.

...

Half a month later, on the cold early January night, Zhang Chunqin thought that she might have been urged to get married again when she went home this year, so she decided to stay here for the New Year. She contacted Aunt Wang, who had asked her several times, to decide to renew her rent.

"Aunt Wang, I am Xiao Zhang, the one who rented 102 yuan." Zhang Chunqin called the landlord.

"Oh, Xiao Zhang, auntie knows you, all your phones are stored." Although Wang Guixiang can't remember what Zhang Chunqin looks like, she remembers that the tenant of 103 is indeed a woman.

Then Zhang Chunqin discussed with the landlord about renewing the lease. Of course, Aunt Wang wanted to rent it again and cleared up the business.

After finishing the job, Zhang Chunqin thought of the strange things she had encountered recently, and asked indirectly: "Aunt Wang, is there a new person next to me?"

When Wang Guixiang heard that this was not nonsense, she had been renting for dozens of days and could not see it? She replied: "Yes, I came in the group two months ago and I am quite energetic." Wang Guixiang thought she still remembered the young man clearly.

"Well, he's quite handsome." Zhang Chunqin slowly organized the language, "What is he doing?"

"Oh." Wang Guixiang, who was waiting for her son to come home, didn't think too much and joked, "Xiao Zhang, are you interested in someone?"

"No~~" Zhang Chunqin thought to herself that she was so scared that she was so scared, and at the same time she said in a shy tone, "I just think he is often elusive and a little curious."

"Oh, maybe they're busy with work." Wang Guixiang thought to herself, how could you know that he was elusive when you stared at him all day long, and answered accordingly, "He hasn't told me in detail."

"As long as I don't violate the law, why should I take care of so much?" she added in her heart.

"Ah, so, Aunt Wang, I won't bother you." At this point, Zhang Chunqin was not sure whether she had clicked on the landlord or not, so she could only hang up the phone.

"Okay, goodbye." Wang Guixiang simply hung up the phone. She stared at the snow clam paste stewed in the casserole in front of her. She recalled what Xiao Zhang said just now, and thought about the incident when he sent Yi Song invoices before. She felt that it was indeed a bit strange. In order not to get into unnecessary trouble, she felt that she needed to observe the new tenant. Although rent is important, living a safe and stable life...

"Sir! Sir!" The sound of water in the casserole overflowing and hitting the flames of the gas stove interrupted Wang Guixiang's thoughts. She came back to her senses and hurried to carry out the next step.

...

Two days later, Yisong got tired of American food and sent it back to the rental house to go to the nearby Lanzhou ramen to have a mutton soaked bun.

"I want to order two more oil cakes this time." Yi Song said to himself in his heart, carefully zipping his pants, opened the door and walked towards the ramen restaurant.

Just as Yi Song turned the corner, a slightly fat figure walked out from the side wall of Yi Song's room - it was the landlord Aunt Wang.

Wang Guixiang looked at the direction where Yi Song left with a vigilant look on her face. She could be sure that there was absolutely no one in Yi Song's room just now. Because she wanted to have an encounter when Yi Song came back or went out, and then asked about Yi Song's situation, so she walked to the side of the unit building. When she passed Yi Song's room, she had observed that there was no one inside through the thin curtains.

At this moment, Wang Guixiang's suspicion of Yi Song reached the critical point of early warning, so she took out Yi Song's spare key to open the door. She saw that except for the computer, suitcase and bedding, the rest in the room were no different from when renting it out. The toilet window was open. Wang Guixiang thought strangely: Xiao Yi wouldn't have crawled in from the toilet, right? What an inexplicable hobby.

Recalling the details of Yi Song's life inquiry with other tenants over the past two days, Wang Guixiang couldn't help but suspect that Yi Song might be a fugitive, otherwise normal people wouldn't do this. Who would have nothing to do without going to climb the windows? Thinking of this, Wang Guixiang made a difficult decision...

...

Two more days later.

In the evening, Yi Song, who had eaten mutton soaked buns for three days in a row, walked out of the noodle restaurant today with satisfaction, and felt a little angry at the corner of his mouth. He deeply realized that he had eaten too frequently and decided to continue tomorrow. After all, the spicy food of Lanzhou ramen is so fragrant.

Feeling the slightly burning pain on the right side of his lips, Yi Song thought for a while and was about to go to the fruit store to buy a few pears.

"Boss, how do you sell this pear?" Yi Song picked up a pear and asked.

"1.5 per pound." The boss looked at the place where Yi Song took the pear and replied.

"Take three." Yi Song thought about it and it didn't seem too expensive. In the past, a pear was two and a half yuan in college. He always wondered why pears in college were sold by one.

"Do you want to choose it yourself or I will help you." The boss stopped the half-cut pineapple in his hand, put down the knife and pointed it in his right hand, "If you choose it yourself, the bag."

"You can choose, I don't know much about this." Yi Song said with great nuance.

"Hey, let it go." The owner of the fruit shop put the pineapple on a clean plate, stood up and walked towards the pear stall. On the way, he touched the customer who had just walked in and was picking the cantaloupe melons, and shouted, "I'm a ten-year-old shop here. These are all very sweet. Just pick one of them."

Upon hearing this, the guest turned around, pressed against the container to give way to a passable passage, and his eyes naturally skipped Yi Song and the boss's face.

"5 yuan, you're five yuan!" The boss said and handed the bag.

"Thank you." Yi Song took it with a smile.

About two or three minutes after Yi Song left, when the boss gradually became impatient, the customer seemed to have chosen the target and left with a cantaloupe melon.

The guest quickly walked to the side of the road at the entrance of the fruit shop and entered a white Santana. As soon as he closed the door, he heard a voice saying, "Comrade Police, this is this person!"

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PS1: Author's Fungus One of the universities sold pears at one of the two and a half yuan each╮(￣▽￣”)╭
Chapter completed!