Chapter 16 Are you polite?

Chapter 16 Are you polite?

Chapter 16 Are you polite?

Fan Wumian and Miss Zhuang Muxi both live on the 12th floor of this apartment building.

The tenant who lived in room 11 on the 1102th floor downstairs and was smoking and eavesdropping on the balcony was named Feng Minglong, and he was a reporter for Hongcheng News Network.

Reporter Feng Minglong shares a house with three other residents. The small room is divided into pieces of about 15 square meters, and the kitchen and bathroom are shared. The monthly rent is 1700 Hong Kong dollars, and there are additional expenses such as property fees, water, electricity, gas, etc.

When reporter Feng Minglong had a wicked smile on his face and was eavesdropping with his ear tilted, the sound of a guitar playing was soon heard.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the so-called procrastination and seizing the time were not what he had expected at all.

A Yellow Crane Tower cigarette is pinched between fingers.

Reporter Feng exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly to himself:

"Fuck your mother... There's no one at home, and you're busy playing the guitar. You deserve to be single for the rest of your life."

Like many unlucky guys who are still single after the age of 30, reporter Feng's lustful desires are suppressed by his poverty. Poverty has made him behave well and have a good style, otherwise he would not be a good guy.

Still not giving up, he continued to eavesdrop with his ear tilted.

I heard the strange guy who lived upstairs began to sing "You Hide, I Hide" in a very nice voice, singing:

“Dating is like sharing the feeling of being full

If you have any problems, don’t mention them

If this is romance, why would I feel like we are about to break up?
You cried but your eyeshadow is more beautiful

Who am I? You are always my lover.

Smiling and looking at each other in silence. Laughter is more tragic than crying.

have to say.

I was expecting something else, but after hearing this song, reporter Feng Minglong found it quite nice and couldn't help but open the window and stand closer to the windowsill.

Especially the sentence "Smiling and looking at each other silently, laughing is more tragic than crying" instantly touched reporter Feng's tears.

He had a girlfriend who he had been dating for six years, but they broke up after graduating from college. When he met her again a few years later, his ex-girlfriend had married and had children. She rode a bicycle to buy groceries and became a housewife. She no longer had the sweet smile she had when she was young.

The Yellow Crane Tower in reporter Feng's hand suddenly burned faster, and the thick smoke entered his throat and caused pain in his heart.

Across the balcony.

Zhuang Muxi was standing by the window, listening attentively to Fan Wumian singing.

The lyrics of the song "You Hide and I Hide" are not complicated. It describes a couple in which the girl has someone else in her heart, and although the boy knows it, he chooses not to point it out, maintaining a relationship that is only superficial.

Almost everyone in the school knows that Fan Wumian has been deeply in love with the school belle Zuo Ziyan for several years.

She naturally projected the story hidden in the lyrics onto Zuo Ziyan, thinking that the girl already had someone else she liked, which made Fan Wumian feel miserable, so she wrote such a beautiful song.

If it were just a spur-of-the-moment idea, the story of the toad wanting to eat the swan's flesh would only be funny.

but.

Fan Wumian's deep love for Zuo Ziyan and his relentless fight despite repeated failures make Zhuang Muxi believe that he is actually a good and loyal man, strong on the outside but gentle on the inside.

She quickly imagined the scene of Fan Wumian pretending to be strong at school and silently composing songs when he was alone. For some reason, Zhuang Muxi suddenly felt a little sorry for him, and at the same time regretted that she was not the campus belle Zuo.

It can only be said that invisible imagination is the most deadly, and blind worship leads to self-attack.

Listening to Fan Wumian singing, Zhuang Muxi thought she had a deeper understanding of him. When the song was over, this tall, fair-skinned girl with long legs leaned over the balcony and whispered:
"I really envy Zuo Ziyan. God is so unfair sometimes. Why does he give her all the best things?"

"???"

Fan Wumian was completely confused. He was puzzled as to why the young girl's train of thought was so incomprehensible. How could she become jealous of the rich girl while listening to him singing?

However, when he thought of Zuo Ziyan's prominent family background, he felt a little jealous. He regretted that he did not seize the opportunity to be born into a good family, so that he owed a lot of debts in just a few days, and his total net worth was not as good as that of a beggar on the street.

Although he was jealous, he didn't forget to ask about the real matter.

He was worried that just like people looking in the mirror, his voice would be automatically beautified by his brain when he sang, so he couldn't wait to ask, "What do you think of my singing of this song?"

Zhuang Muxi was just about to open her mouth to praise him.

I heard reporter Feng Minglong, who lived downstairs, was the first to applaud and praise:
"Very good! Both the rhythm and the emotions are on point. It almost made me cry. Can I ask which singer sang this song? I want to listen to it a few more times online!"

Fan Wumian was stunned on the spot. He leaned over and looked down, but he didn't see anyone. He couldn't help but scolded with a smile: "Are you polite? You actually eavesdropped on our conversation!"

"You blame me? You sang so loudly, I'm glad I didn't file a complaint against you for disturbing the neighbors!"

Reporter Feng joked, then added: "It's okay if I don't complain to you, just tell me the name of the song!"

"'You Hide My Secret', a song I wrote myself!"

After saying this, Fan Wumian's conscience ached slightly, but at this point in time, he was very sure that this song was indeed not available on the market.

Just like if you don’t pay, it doesn’t count.

Since no victims came to him, he didn't think it was a big deal. He just shouldn't think of himself as a genius and lose himself in the praises.

".You are such a boaster. I will search it on the Internet myself!"

Reporter Feng Minglong, who lives downstairs, thought that Fan Wumian was just flattering himself and talking nonsense.

As a person who has experienced it, reporter Feng himself has been caught in the rain, and it is rare for him to be kind enough to hold an umbrella for others, and he said again:

"Listen to my advice. Although men's desires are like lighters, which light up easily and go out easily, if you meet someone you really like, you must do your best to hold on to them and never let go, even if you die."

Fan Wumian heard it.

Of course Zhuang Muxi, who was only a few meters away from him, also heard it.

She didn't think much about it, she just felt that what he said made a lot of sense and sounded like there was a lot of story to tell.

But the same words sounded extremely dirty to Fan Wumian's ears, and his expression immediately became strange.

I vaguely heard other people talking. Zhuang Muxi was startled and hurriedly gave Fan Wumian a thumbs up to express her appreciation. Then she closed the window and walked into the house. It was obvious that her parents had returned.

Fan Wumian was too lazy to continue chatting with the strange neighbor, so he closed the window, took his guitar and went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and lazily lay on the sofa to rest.

Until a little after 9 o'clock.

With the sound of a door opening, Silly Old Fan walked into the house with his hands behind his back. Because of his funny mustache, at first glance he really looked like Lu Xun in the book.

Fan Wumian looked at the clock on the wall and said jokingly, "Didn't you say you might not come back tonight?"

This sentence undoubtedly touched the sore spot of Silly Old Fan, and he immediately explained:

"Wow~ This is really too much of a bully. I didn't expect Ah Xiang to have such a good figure but such a bad taste. She found a fifty-something watch shop owner as her fiancé and even asked me to teach her how to dance. But I hugged Ah Xiang several times tonight and she almost broke my ribs, so it's not really a loss."

Fan Wumian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is your chest so hard? Is it stuffed with stones?"

".Hey, it seems really suspicious when you say that. If it's just filled with silicone, then it's not a pity. Anyway, Miss Xiao who sells egg waffles is my true love."

Silly Old Fan waved his hand to signal Fan Wumian to move aside, snatched the remote control in the blink of an eye, and started watching a Hong Kong drama called "Full-Weight Wife and Eight-Tael Husband".

When I saw the hot look of handsome star Huang Zezong in this drama, Fan Wumian almost laughed like a pig. Fortunately, when I went to get a haircut a few days ago, I didn't ask for the same hairstyle as his.
(End of this chapter)