C9 Empty Self

Fan Shuang, who had returned to his room, was unable to calm down for a long time. He did not know why he got angry so quickly, but he became so angry in front of so many people. It was too irrational and immature.

His thoughts were like a tide, but they were messy and difficult to understand. He was somewhat ashamed of what had happened today, and the woman Bao was kind and warmhearted, originally wanting to improve the friendship between the neighbors. It was precisely because he was too solitary and eccentric, unable to let others walk into his heart and into his own world, that he kept himself away from them.

He was anxious and at a loss as to how he was going to face the landlord and even give his new roommate a bad impression of the machine. Anyone would look at him differently if something like this happened as soon as he arrived.

But there was bitterness in his heart, and Fan Shuang liked to hold it in.

This was himself, a frank and straightforward person.

He dragged his tired body and mind into his little study like a soulless husk. He didn't even feel like touching the computer, let alone thinking about anything else. He lay on the bed, thinking of nothing, unwilling to do anything, empty his mind and go to sleep.

Once a person had a heavy heart, it was difficult to calm down even if they had been estranged from others for a long time. People would often find it difficult to concentrate when they were in a heavy mood, and even sleeping would become torturous.

His mind was in a mess, so much so that his heart was also agitated. What was it that worried him, he did not know, and he did not want to think about it …

The sun had set in the west, and the day's hot weather finally had a trace of cool air. The flowers also became particularly lively, showing off their enthusiasm and vigor to the fullest.

Fan Shuang liked to quietly watch the setting sun as it slowly descended from the west, as if his fluctuating, restless heart would be able to calm down with it. Originally, he had wanted to sleep well, and when he naturally woke up, he would find some time to apologize to the landlady Bao, no matter how much criticism or mockery there was, he would be able to calmly face it. He could even lower his humble and laughable self-esteem and mingle with the two lively youths.

When the sun finally set and only the fiery red clouds were left on the horizon, Fan Shuang looked at the time on his left wrist. It was already seven o'clock.

It was normal for the weather to be short at night, around three volts. It was also around eight o'clock when the night sky was really dark before Flower Capital's nightlife officially began.

Fan Shuang escaped from himself, from the cruel reality, from the hustle and bustle of the place. Recalling what had happened during the day, what had originally been a very normal occurrence had now turned into something unpleasant that he was not willing to humiliate himself with.

The more self-esteem a person had, the easier it was for him to be self-conscious, self-abased, or even injured.

It wasn't so much that Fan Shuang was fleeing from everything, but rather that he was reflecting and repenting. It was more like he was healing his wounds.

From about two in the afternoon until now, Fan Shuang was exhausted. He wished he could get a good night's sleep, but the exhaustion was gone, and some of it was only restlessness.

During this time, he seemed to have done a lot of things that he couldn't even think of. He turned on his computer and prepared to save his words, but because he couldn't calm himself down, he couldn't even think of words or inspiration, so he racked his brain to think of nothing interesting. He was satisfied with the plot, but eventually gave up; he wanted to play games, found a balance in the virtual world, and entered his password a few times in the end.

Once the heart is set, always feel that the whole world is against you, this is not good, Fan Shuang let the computer on, circular like his favorite 297, from different regions, different influences, different language songs, his own calm and quiet reflection of himself.

At this moment, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. Fan Shuang ignored it, as if he was empty. He was thinking of nothing, doing nothing, enjoying this moment.

When the bell rang, Fan Shuang did not answer it. Her heart was empty, but she was depressed. Who knew that the number was so insistent? Fan Shuang did not answer it, but it rang again. He hated spending money or selling insurance. They were everywhere, and now was the time when he was in a bad mood. He could ignore even his own editor, let alone strangers.

In order to vent his unhappiness, he pressed the dial button with lightning speed for the third time and yelled into the phone, "Are you done yet? "I'm not a philanthropist, and I'm not your platinum client. Trouble..."

"Are you there? Could I trouble you to open the door? I don't have a key, so I can't enter! " Her voice was gentle and pleasant to the ears, and any stone-hearted person would feel at ease when they heard it. Fan Shuang knew it was her little sister's voice, but he remained frozen for a full minute, wondering in his heart, "Didn't she just arrive?" How do you know my phone number? You didn't bring a key? Didn't the landlord give it to her? "

After a moment of confusion, he regained his clarity of mind. Calmly, he replied in a calm tone, "I'm very tired. What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again? "

"Auntie said that this room only has one key. You can't possibly let me stay outside for the night, can you? "Uncle!"

What a great uncle, was this the tone of begging someone? Fan Shuang was still trying to strike up a relationship with them. If it were anyone else, Fan Shuang would have said, "Fuck you." She immediately hung up the phone, but she was a newcomer. Furthermore, they were both living under the same roof, so there was no room for her to lose. All she did was rent a house together, in order to maintain her composure.

"Uncle, I know you're awake. Can you lower the volume in the room? It's so noisy!" "Perhaps you didn't hear clearly. Please come out and open the door outside, and let me in. Thank you."

"Eh …" Faced with a little girl's pleading, Fan Shuang's anger was softened. She let out a long breath, turned down the computer's volume, and walked out of the room to open the door for her.

Everything that had happened today at Auntie Bao's house seemed to have created a bad impression in her heart, but Fan Shuang did not care. Other people's views could not be left to their own devices, and they did not want to correct them.

Fan Shuang knew she was afraid of him, so he grumbled in his heart, "I don't eat people, so why are you living with me when I'm this afraid?" "Pretend!"

Ah'Mei originally wanted to run straight back to her room, but when she heard Chen Yi Xun's "Ten Years" from Fan Shuang's room, she couldn't help but groan. Then she smiled at Fan Shuang and asked, "Who would have thought that Uncle would have such a temper? However, listening to sad songs will only make you more depressed and depressed."

Fan Shuang wanted to say, "Can you control it?" What do I want to hear? Are you sent by the landlady to supervise me? " He replied as if nothing had happened, "Oh."

Seeing that he was in low spirits, Sister asked caringly, "Have you eaten dinner?"

Fan Shuang replied stiffly, "I'm not in the mood."

"Your dishes are very delicious and very tasty, but I don't like to eat things that are too oily. Can you teach me when you're free?"

Faced with her swift change in attitude, Fan Shuang did not seem to agree. "Let's see what happens. Besides, taking in disciples is not free. It depends on whether I have the time or not, and I'm still in the mood to do so." Fan Shuang said arrogantly. He did not want to chat anymore and wished that he could immediately, immediately, rush back to his room and quietly do his own things.

Sister seemed to be fighting with herself, the more you kept people at arm's length, the more she stuck to you, of course she didn't mean it that way. He was overjoyed and said, "Uncle has the capital, so it's worth discussing the conditions. Since he has such good skills, why not work hard? "I see you're very thin."

Fan Shuang looked at her in surprise. She had not been here for a long time, but she acted as if they had known each other for a long time. She must have been given some kind of bewitching soup by the charterer, so she had to be on guard as she said, "I'm listening to the music, but it's none of your business whether or not you eat or not. What's our relationship?"

"My fellow townsman!" What do you think it's going to be? " She giggled and quickly jumped into the room.

Fan Shuang was baffled. "Fellow villagers?" Nonsense! In the same province, there was no difference in the accent. Almost all the people in this city were from the same hometown, and even the landlady, Auntie Bao, could be considered from the same hometown. However, he felt goosebumps all over his body and could not help but feel a chill in his heart. He wanted to ask her more, but she hurriedly "fled" back to her other bedroom, closing the door behind her. Fan Shuang wanted to ask but couldn't, so she could only gloomily head towards her own room.

After returning to his room, because the weather was stuffy, it was like the continuation of a hot day. After a day of sun exposure, the temperature underground began to backfire. The fan in Fan Shuang's room was unable to keep the stuffy and humid atmosphere away. It opened the door wide, allowing the room to be ventilated and ventilated.

He turned off the music. He had no inspiration for tonight, so naturally he could not go on writing. He just had to watch anime.