C5 Strange Uncle

Fan Shuang could not calm her heart. She could only tolerate her boss's harsh words at work. She did not expect the landlady to add fuel to the fire, and regardless of whether she agreed or not, she would compromise. This was not a discussion, but simply a report to herself.

He felt extremely depressed, and then locked himself in his room. He did not eat, because his mood of eating was completely dispelled by the people and events of today; he did not take a bath, because he felt that there was no one who was as weak as he was, that he would not be able to stink in a day, that instead of suffering a blow, he would rather rot and smell clean; and he did not feel sleepy, because he was already very embarrassed, troubled, and even extremely sleepy, and had become degenerate and degenerate.

Fan Shuang did not pour out his dissatisfaction by relying on the words, but rather placed his bets on another method to reduce stress. Perhaps this method was very harmful to his body, but he was used to doing nothing and thinking about it. Only by watching the game on the computer screen, the intense fighting, and the feeling of being in danger could he find some balance.

Fan Shuang was not an ordinary "otaku", just like the many helpless and sorrowful "otakus". However, after finding a trace of comfort in the game, tomorrow, he had a peaceful mood, and this was him, the different him. Perhaps this was not his sorrow alone, but like the many 80s, he would release it when he felt good, and when he felt pain, he would choose not to speak of the difficulties, endure it in his heart, not wanting to complain, disturbing others.

"Ding dong, Ding dong!" "Ding dong …" The hasty and annoying doorbell kept ringing, just like how Fan Shuang's heart had finally calmed down after a long struggle to tie a bowstring. It was unknown how many times the people outside had tried to rouse him, but he still refused to leave, refused to give up, and was patient enough.

The night before, Fan Shuang had once again passed by the computer desk in a daze. The bed was just two steps away from his left hand. It was not that he did not know how to live, nor did he know how to take care of himself, but he was just too sleepy and tired.

Although he had not slept for long, he still felt tired in both body and mind. No matter how good his temper was, there would always be complaints, and the doorbell had finally come to a stop, yet it rang like a gong, causing Fan Shuang to not feel at ease for even a moment. He looked at his left hand with a dazed expression on his face, the needle on his finger at ten-thirty, completely unconcerned, and prepared to sleep a little longer, but the intruder outside did not want to let Fan Shuang off so easily. He started yelling as he knocked on the door, "Hey, little Fan, you're not home? "I didn't see you go out to buy food, so I guessed that you must be in your room again. Quickly open the door!"

Fan Shuang immediately came to his senses. If he was stubborn, he would not just let it go. In order to settle this matter, he could only drag his heavy body along with a pair of slippers to open the door in the living room.

The voice was familiar and annoying. Other than the landlady, Auntie Bao, no one would disturb him. Fan Shuang was like a goldfish's memory of what happened yesterday. It was exaggerated, but when he woke up, he had forgotten about it.

After confirming that the person knocking on the door was Auntie Bao from the peephole, he was afraid that she would break into the house again, so he asked, "Auntie Bao, what are you in such a rush for so early in the morning? Even if it's an urgent matter, you shouldn't run to my sixth floor just like that, right?"

"Open the door first. Auntie has knocked on the door for half an hour, yet you have wreaked havoc in the room. When the time comes, if you run away from your crimes, who am I going to claim justice from?"

As expected, Mrs. Bao was able to speak the truth. She could even speak the truth if she was alive, and even if she was fake, she could speak the truth if she was not bad at all. She was even more beautiful than the Han Family and reached out to push open the anti-theft door, putting half her body in front of the door as she feebly asked, "What exactly happened?"

When she saw his appearance, Grandma Bao was frightened out of her wits. At this moment, Fan Shuang's appearance was extremely unsightly. He had a stubble on his beard and his face was oily. His face was charred yellow and his hair was messy like a chicken's nest. "Little Fan, are you sick? Why did it become like this? You worked overtime last night? No matter how much you struggle, you still have to pay attention to your body.

Fan Shuang did not want to waste any more time with her, so she asked bitterly, "If Auntie keeps on blabbering, I'm going to close the door and thank the customers, am I not?"

Not waiting for Fan Shuang to close the door, she grabbed the edge of the anti-theft door tightly with her fat left hand, afraid that if Fan Shuang really closed the door and called her again, he would pretend to ignore her. If he did so, their relationship would become awkward, so he argued, "You're still young, yet you're rushing to be reincarnated? "Do you really have no conscience to treat me like this, a widowed lady?"

Fan Shuang was having trouble saying it. He wanted to add to the charge by releasing the strength from his left hand, afraid that if he started arguing, he would hurt her, so he said in a frustrated tone, "Auntie, you beat around the bush. I don't have the mood to make you happy, but do you have other things to do first?"

Grandma Bao went straight to the point, not bothering to give Fan Shuang any nonsense, "Little Fan, did you consider the discussion I gave you yesterday afternoon? "I've already said that it was about 10 o'clock today, yet you slept well until 10: 30, causing me to knock on your mom's door for half an hour. Luckily, the other households all went out to work, otherwise I would have thought that I was chasing after a debt for my life."

Fan Shuang cursed in his heart: "Isn't it just chasing after debts for your life?" Ordinary people gave up after knocking for a while, but she refused to let them go. She had to knock for a whole half an hour. What kind of hatred was this? But he forced a smile and replied, "I'm sorry, I was too busy working at night... I forgot all about it. "

Auntie Bao did not seem to mind at all, as she still had a sweet smile, "It's alright, Little Fan. Auntie can understand the young people of today. They have a heavy career, a close relationship, and a small circle, so …" She seemed to want to bribe him, but before Fan Shuang could ask, she said directly, "You are a kind and friendly person, you will definitely not refuse to see others from a thousand miles away, right? "Little Fan?

She called out so intimately that Fan Shuang felt goosebumps all over his body. He suddenly shivered and asked with a frown, "Aunt, what exactly are you trying to express by talking about it?" If you want my permission, you really haven't thought it through yet? How about... A reduction in rent? "

When Grandma Bao heard "rent reduction", she was exceptionally agile. She immediately gagged Fan Shuang, "It doesn't matter if you agree or not, I'm already at the door. I can't be ruthless enough to let a little girl stand in front of your door. Anyone who sees me would think that …"

Fan Shuang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His hairs stood on end as he waved his hand to indicate, "Don't say anymore. You've already brought him here. What else can I do?" "Come in!"

It was funny in her heart that a man like him was actually afraid of gossiping, he would only be 'manipulated' by her if he lost too much face. She said to the side, "I'll put this bag in first, and Little Fan will help you carry your luggage in."

Fan Shuang was both angry and anxious. He wanted to be angry, but he still maintained his composure. Since men always had a lot of face, he naturally wouldn't be angry in front of strangers. He thought to himself, "Do you think I'm a sick cat because I'm a teapot and a hard worker?" Even though he was complaining in his heart, he was still swallowing his anger.

She took a step back to make a path, excitedly barging in as if she was at home. She gave herself a familiar and amiable look, and even urged in an commanding tone, "Little Fan, don't stand there anymore. Help me move my sister's big leather case inside!"

Although he was extremely unwilling, he still walked out of the room uncontrollably. There was only a single step in the direction of his right hand, and a girl with long hair fluttering in the wind and fair skin was standing there. She did not dare look him in the eye, appearing shy yet also intentionally avoiding the opposite sex.

He froze for a full minute and was about to walk towards the suitcase beside her, but the girl grabbed the handle of the suitcase with her slender and long hands and walked closer to him. With each step she took, she struggled to avoid Fan Le and entered the house.

This shocked Fan Shuang. He was puzzled in his heart. "Humans nowadays are really mutated?" For such a small and delicate body to actually be able to carry a chest that is even heavier than her, it is not strenuous at all. Perhaps this is the rumored female hero. " In the past, he had heard or seen it on TV, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Today, it could be said that he had broadened his horizons.

When Fan Shuang came back to his senses, she had already entered the room and gently placed the suitcase on the floor. Fan Shuang shook her head and smiled bitterly.

The room wasn't as bright as the corridor, and it was a little dim, but it was cooler. Aunt Bao and the newcomer were still whispering to each other, discussing something. Fan Shuang didn't listen, but also didn't want to listen.

"Little Fan, then where should I rest today?" You have to explain, don't you? " Seeing him rush to ignore the new customer, Grandma Bao quickly called out to him.

Fan Shuang only paused for a moment. He did not stop and dragged his slippers as he entered his study without looking back. He then shut the door without making a sound. It had already been proven that no one could have any ideas about the study. As for the rest, no one could do anything about it, be it the living room, the kitchen, or even the toilet, as long as they didn't touch his personal bottom line.

Auntie Bao would not be embarrassed by this. Instead, she said to "Sister" with a bright smile, "Looks like Little Fan is really attentive. He has already prepared two rooms for you. Since he lives in that room, the rest is yours. "We agreed that the monthly rent would be 1,000 yuan, and that the water and water would be paid separately. As for food and food, you should prepare your own food. Will that be alright?"

Sister Yi nodded gently, "Yes, no problem. Thank you, Aunt Bao. Thank you so much for your trouble." But who was this uncle? "His temper is weird, and he's always giving people a hard time. Is he trying to intimidate them?"

Old Mrs. Bao felt guilty towards Fan Shuang, so she hurriedly warned her sister, "Be quiet, it took me much effort to explain this to you before he let us share the room. He's not some uncle, he's only 28 years old this year."

Sister was surprised, "28? "Why does it look like he has a stubble on his beard, and his age doesn't seem like it either. Why does he act like an uncle to me?"