I will never give in to Miss Death

This...is a poster I got from a club activity.

And this... a middle school diary from my school days?

When sorting out the "relics", I can always find a lot of memories in these personal daily necessities.

Just like this notebook, if I remember correctly, I used it to record my mood when I was in high school.

[My grades have dropped a bit. I don’t know what university I can get into if I continue like this]

[It seems that university education is no longer compulsory, and then I will have a headache about tuition fees]

[Set a small goal first, try to have a relationship during college]

[The previous small goal was cancelled. I am too poor. It is unrealistic to fall in love in college. I should work hard to make money and stop harming other girls.]

[I am about to graduate from university. I have done a lot of part-time jobs in the past few years. I should be able to earn more money when I enter the society.]

[It’s so hard to find a job, and the salary is so low. I feel like I don’t even have the energy to study when I get home every day.]

Looking at the rough words on these notebooks, scenes from the past appeared in my mind like slides.

[I saved 960 yuan this month, which is progress. If I save for another two months, I can buy a good computer.]

[I seem to be sick a lot recently, even though I exercise every day... I guess I can’t eat so many instant noodles next month]

[I'm very happy to have the computer. It can run many games, and I can play battle royale with Marisa and the others.]

[The tenants in the WeChat group have been discussing cars all day today, but I don’t seem to have much desire for a car. My bicycle can last for another ten years.]

[House prices are getting more and more expensive. Is there still hope for me to buy a house in my lifetime? A smaller one is fine]

[I feel so desperate, but I really want to have a place of my own to rest]

[When will I be able to have “relatives”? ]

[I’m unemployed… I’m even further away from my goal of buying my own little harbor…]

"..."

In the rental house, I flipped through this "mood diary" that has been with me for many years and I don't know what to call it. Looking at the words on it, I was silent for a long time, rummaged under the bookshelf, and took out a water-based pen.

After testing it to make sure it was still usable, I bent down and wrote the following on this "mood diary" in a girlish handwriting that was clearly different from the previous sloppy handwriting:

[I have found my relatives, the next step is to work hard to find "home"]

After writing these words, I put the notebook into the rabbit backpack behind me.

"Beep beep..."

Amidst the gentle knocks on the door, I saw Yang Kun, the housing manager, walk in through the living room door that was not closed: "What's going on? Are you planning to move?"

"Ah...right."

I turned around quickly and said, "My brother couldn't come back because of something, so he asked me to come over to clean up... It doesn't matter if my brother isn't here when we check out, right?"

"This...it doesn't matter."

The housing manager looked a little regretful: "Why don't you live here anymore?"

"My brother just had some urgent matters and couldn't come back."

"Then... let's do it."

Yang Kun looked around the room and said, "No wonder I didn't see you guys come back these few days. You should pay attention to the cleaning. The thief who was reported to the police before has been committing crimes more and more frequently recently. He has been wandering around the area for most of the day these past two days. You should be careful when cleaning with the door open."

"what?"

I wondered, "Hasn't he been caught yet? Isn't there a video?"

"There is video footage, but the amount involved is not large, and the police haven't focused on this. All we can do is patrol every day to see if we can catch the perpetrators red-handed."

Yang Kun turned and left the house: "Then I won't bother you. When you clean up, remember to clean up the kitchen and bathroom as well."

"it is good."

After watching the property manager leave, I walked to the door and was about to close it when a figure suddenly rushed down from upstairs like lightning, knocked the 1.7-meter-tall property manager aside, and ran downstairs.

"catch him!"

Then, another voice from the upstairs room manager came: "That's the guy! He stole 603's shoes this time!"

"..."

……

【Thank you to Xiyin Huanli for the reward, Nuwa!!! /w

Thank you... Thank you very much. This is the first time I have received a reward from Nuwa. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night... I rolled around on the bed~

I don't know how to give back, because the current update speed is almost the limit, so this month I will continue to update 7000+ words per chapter, and if possible... I will add more words without affecting the quality, because if I update 7000 words per chapter, then adding more words a day will be close to 1 words, which will definitely drain my body...

Finally... Thank you very much, thank you... woooo... Thank you for liking this book, liking Nuoer and Momo, thank you (bow)]

Volume 3: Songs Engraved in Time

No. 101 Real Small Round Faces

Does the sunset seem beautiful because it is short-lived, or does it seem short-lived because it is beautiful?

I do not know.

Just as I am not sure whether I should be a "brave man" or a "Yin Shiren" in the past.

I don't have the hero's memories, but similarly, when "Yin Shiren" was declared "dead" in this world, I also cannot have his memories.

In reality, "Yin Shiren" is an "outsider" who has been staying in a rented house for half a year, living alone every day, and focusing his work on the Internet.

In recent years, "Yin Shiren" has almost no "social" activities in the real world, and all his life activities are on the Internet. It is precisely because of this that I, who have become a little girl, can continue to perfectly play the "me" on the Internet.

Normally, "Yin Shiren" relies on the nearby vegetable market for his meals. The uncles and aunts in the vegetable market are faced with such an uncle who is a social animal everywhere. Even if they go to the same stall every day, they are unlikely to have a deep impression of him. If "Yin Shiren" suddenly disappears one day, for these uncles and aunts in real life, it will at most be the loss of a familiar face.

It doesn't even deserve to be mentioned in my spare time.

In other words... after I play the role of "Yin Shiren's sister" well, ask the landlord to check out, and move "brother"'s daily necessities out of the rental house completely, after a long time, even the property manager who talks to "Yin Shiren" the most will no longer remember the existence of such a person, and will not be idle to check the information of this ordinary tenant.

There are a lot of young people coming in and out of the Snail House every day. There are two staircases on the left and right sides of the building, three rooms on the left and four rooms on the right, and eight floors, which can accommodate up to 56 households. There are long-term tenants like me, but after all, I am not good at socializing, and I don’t go out with the property manager to drink, play cards and go to nightclubs from time to time like other tenants. So the property manager of Building No. probably only remembers my name.

……

"You really dare to do this so early in the morning?"

Accompanied by the sound of "boom boom boom" coming down the stairs, in the empty corridor, after hearing what the upstairs house manager said, Yang Kun, the house manager in front of my house, almost subconsciously turned around and yelled at the young man who had quickly jumped to the first floor below: "Hey! Stop! You can't get away! We have surveillance!"

However, Yang Kun's words made the thief run faster. The sound of footsteps disappeared at the first floor door in a short while.

"Damn it, we have to catch this bastard today. He has been teasing our housing manager for several days..."

A few seconds later, the property manager upstairs also rushed down, without even looking at me, and jumped directly from the window next to the third floor.

Oh my God……

Cautiously sticking my head out, I watched the property manager jump out of the third-floor window onto the bungalow downstairs, and I was worried for this man.

Are you willing to risk your life to catch a thief?

"stop!"

As I watched, the housing manager yelled at the young man who had already run out of the alley, "Come back here!"

This shout instantly attracted a lot of onlookers. Several tenants upstairs and downstairs opened their windows and talked about the two property managers as they walked away.

"what's the situation?"

"It must be the shoe thief who stole the shoes again, and he committed the crime in broad daylight."

"This is too scary. He didn't bring a knife, did he? When did the security of the rental house become so poor..."

"The housing manager is chasing the thief like this. If he forces him out onto the street...who will be held responsible if Dafang gets raped?"

"What Dafang and Xiaofang? I only know that thieves should be killed, and the shoe thief is no exception!"

Amidst all the discussions, I pulled my head back.

It’s better not to watch the fun…

Because the man just now ran so fast, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but judging from his physique, he was no more than 25 years old and felt like a young man who had just graduated from college.

As for why this person would come to a place like an apartment to steal shoes and rags... I can't say.

The Snail House can be said to be a place located at the bottom of modern society. There are many small bungalows built by poor old people who lived here decades ago. Not all of them are educated, and not all of them have the same world and life views as us. Some people have never been to school in their lives, and some people just wandered here from other provinces a few years ago. The differences in culture and values ​​are destined to create many behaviors and phenomena that are difficult for us to understand.

Actually, from what I've seen and heard, stealing shoes is quite normal.

When I just graduated from college, I had no money, so I rented a self-built house in a nearby village in the city. It was on the first floor, with the living room next to the kitchen and bathroom, and the bedroom next to it. The bedroom was separated from the alley outside by only a wall. If there was no wire mesh on the window of that bedroom, anyone could climb in from the outside and sit directly on my bed.

What impressed me most at that time was that at about five o'clock every day, an old lady would come to my window, sweeping the floor with a broom and cursing loudly. She often became more and more excited as she cursed, throwing the broom and banging on the wall. I was woken up every time and thought that the old lady was a nearby cleaner. I thought I had thrown garbage out of the window in my dream and angered her. As a result, one day I got up very early and went out at around four o'clock to clean the alley outside and wait for the old lady. As a result, the old lady still came out with a broom, sweeping the floor and cursing at the air. She became more and more excited, her face flushed, as if she wanted to beat the "invisible person" in front of her half to death.

The sky was still gray at five o'clock. That day, I was really scared when I saw such a well-dressed old lady cursing the air in front of me. In addition, this old lady had been cursing like this every day during the few days I stayed there. At that time, I felt a cold sweat rushing to my forehead. I didn't even dare to ask the old lady why she cursed the air. I ran away and went to the breakfast shop to eat breakfast and stayed there until work time.

I feel that if the "Into Science" program team were to come over to take charge of this matter, they could at least shoot three episodes.

Later I went to ask the local landlord, a woman in her fifties or sixties who looked almost the same age as the old lady. She told me that the old lady had some mental problems. Her son had died, and she herself was not a sanitation worker or a cleaner. It might be because her son didn’t like to keep clean when he was a child. The old lady would go to clean the nearby area every morning. She must have "seen" the phantom of her son throwing garbage while sweeping the floor, and started scolding him.

The landlord also said that not only my building, but almost all the buildings around are often woken up by this old lady. The old lady doesn't get up at five o'clock, but she gets up at four o'clock every day to sweep the floor, first sweeping the east side and then sweeping your side. Because she is old, it is difficult for the police to control her.

I asked the landlord why you didn't tell me about this when you rented the house. The landlady was very proud - if I had told you, you definitely wouldn't have signed the contract to rent this house.

There are similar cramped apartments nearby, for example, there is a building several bungalows away from the three apartments. There is a self-built house to the north, which is also a rental house. However, the price there is much cheaper than the apartments, and most of the tenants are elderly people with children. I have heard more than once in the WeChat group that the residents of one building complained that the rental house next door used kitchen knives to chop things at night, bang bang bang, as if they were performing in the Edogawa Conan movie. The housing management went to negotiate several times, but the other party had a very unreasonable attitude, saying that they just like to chop stones for fun at night, and if you are not satisfied, go to the police.

Precisely because I have experienced so many similar things, I don't feel too much about things like "stealing shoes". After all, stealing shoes can be considered "profitable". Tenants occasionally put electric fans, brooms, mops, shoes and other items outside temporarily, and they can indeed be sold for some money if they are stolen.

And it’s easy to solve the problem of “stealing” – just catch the thief and hand him over to the police. But how do you solve the problem of an old lady sweeping the floor and cursing every morning? How do you solve the problem of a resident chopping stones in the kitchen all night? There’s no solution.

If the police come to deal with this kind of situation, they will just try to smooth things over.

Suspicious...Compared to this environment, Elodie's house is like... heaven to me.

It is precisely because of my many experiences that I am so obsessed with "owning a small house".

[The sun has gone, the moon has gone, half a quarter has woven a vicissitude]

[Under the purple and blue starry sky, you cried for the faith you offered two years ago, and the flames stained the golden hem of your skirt]

【Come, let me take you home...】

Hmm... this should be... an excerpt?

I returned to the house, carefully closed the door, and continued to sort out my "belongings".

I feel like I was so sentimental in the past. By the way, which novel did you copy this song from?

Never mind, this kind of thing can’t be sold, so just keep it as a souvenir.

I sorted and stacked up one award certificate after another, excerpts, mood diaries and essays, and then put the draft books, contracts and underwear that had little commemorative value into the garbage bag next to them.

When I was in college, I seemed to attach great importance to these things. For example, I would spend several days preparing for club activities, and participate in class activities whenever I could. When the school held sports meets, others would be enthusiastically playing games online, while I would be enthusiastically competing for the first place on the sports field.

In the end, those awards that I was most proud of at the time have become nothing more than memories.

As for clothes and the like... just throw your underwear in the trash, and pack up your outerwear and see if you can contact a charity to donate it later.

"..."

almost.

Let’s stop here for today. Next time we come, we will move all the remaining things to the first floor so that the residents here can pick them up for free.

In the past few years, I have taken a lot of things from the surrounding residents for free. This time when I move out, it is my turn to "repay" them.

Although the small apartment did not leave me with any good memories, I have lived here for such a long time after all. I still hope that they can maintain this spirit of "inheritance".

After I packed up my things, including the notes, mood essays, and award certificates that I planned to keep as souvenirs, I put them in the rabbit backpack behind me. I had just finished cleaning the kitchen when I received a call from Lu Xinjian.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is Noel awake yet?"

Lu Xinjian's voice sounded full of energy, which was completely different from the decadent man he was when they first met at the vegetable market. "Are you still at the coffee shop in Nannai District? I'll drive to pick you up?"

"No, I went to the... uh, urban village here in the central district to play."

I glanced at the sky outside the window: "There is a 'Hao Zai Lai' fruit shop in the central district."