In fact, our place is not too big, and the house I rent is considered to be in the city center.
The address given by Uncle Yang is relatively out of the way, but the community was newly built in the past two years. There are also bungalows in it, which are relatively expensive, so the occupancy rate is relatively low.
However, the address given by Uncle Yang was a bungalow, so I followed the building number to find it, walked to the unit door and rang the doorbell twice.
Not long after, a woman's voice came from the intercom: "Who are you looking for?"
I smiled and called "Sister," it was Uncle Yang who asked me to come. He asked me to come over to pick up the New Year's goods. Could you please open the door?
"Ah, come in then."
She didn't say much and just opened the unit door. Her home was on the first floor, just two steps up the security door. The room door was also open at that time.
As soon as I entered, I saw a tall woman standing at the door looking at me.
At first, I thought she must be in her forties or fifties. After all, she is Uncle Yang's friend, so she should be about the same age as him.
I didn't expect that this woman was only in her twenties, and her appearance was not that stunning, but the aura about her body really surprised me.
She looks very dignified, like the kind of lady that everyone is, and her every move exudes that bookish air.
It is said that Qingqing also has such a temperament, but Qingqing is elegant with a bit of charm, but the woman in front of me makes people unable to think of anything wrong. It's not that I have low self-esteem, but I always feel that we are not from the same class.
And I'm pretty sure I've never seen her before, but I don't know why, but her temperament always seems familiar to me.
But I didn’t think too much about it and assumed that the familiarity was because of Qingqing.
I didn't want to enter the house at first, but she enthusiastically took the slippers and told me that everything was in the trunk of her car and asked me to wait for a while until she finished packing her things and we went out together.
I yelled and said, I won't go in, I'll just wait outside for a while.
The woman said it's okay, just come in and wait. I still have a lot of things to pack, and it will probably take more than half an hour. It's not okay for you to stand at the door for so long.
After saying that, she waved to me. After hearing what she said, I was no longer polite. I put on my slippers and went into the house. But when I walked in, I realized how big the house was.
After all, it is a bungalow, with stairs up and down. The upper floor should be the bedrooms, and there seems to be a basement below. The area of this single floor is more than 100 square meters, and the total usable area of the three floors is almost 300 square meters.
But it doesn’t matter. Uncle Yang’s conditions are very good, otherwise he wouldn’t rent my house empty all year round and go to Sanya for a walk when he has nothing to do.
Since this woman is his friend, the conditions must not be bad.
And this woman might be married too, because her husband should be rich. Anyway, she is so young, so I don’t really believe that she bought the house by herself.
As I was thinking this, she invited me to sit on the sofa and even poured me a cup of coffee.
I was quite embarrassed that she treated her like this, so I kept telling her, sister, don't bother me, just go get busy.
But she flipped her hair and smiled and told me that it was okay. It should be right. When you come to the house, you are a guest. I can't neglect a guest.
Anyway, she served me coffee and snacks. After working for a long time, she told me to let me watch TV for a while. She tried to finish it in half an hour.
I said it was okay, I was not in a hurry and just let her take care of herself.
After that, she went upstairs, and I sat on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching TV, but I just pretended to watch, and the content didn't enter my mind at all.
I was wondering what the relationship between Uncle Yang and this woman was. There was a big age difference between the two. Even if the woman was the wife of Uncle Yang’s friend, wouldn’t her husband be in his forties or fifty?
But when I think about it, it seems quite normal. After all, rich people like to find young and beautiful people.
I even had a strange idea, could this woman be kept by Uncle Yang? Maybe this house was specially bought for her so that she could live here by herself, so that it would be convenient for the two of them to do whatever they wanted.
But as I thought about it, I cursed in my heart. I felt that I was outrageous. Uncle Yang just gave me something, and this woman was so enthusiastic about me. I was still arranging the two of them in my mind. This is what people should do.
Son?
I took a sip of coffee and was about to concentrate on watching TV when suddenly there was a "pop" sound from upstairs, followed by a woman's exclamation.
I was startled, so I subconsciously asked her: "Sister, what's wrong?"
Then I heard her say: "It's okay, it's okay. I accidentally fell. Just wait a moment. I'll be down right away."
I didn't pay attention. After about two minutes, I heard the sound of the suitcase sliding. It sounded quite heavy. There must be a lot of things in the suitcase.
Then there was something wrong with the woman's footsteps, one long and one short, and from time to time she could be heard gasping for air.
I was a little confused and asked casually: "Is there anything you need my help with?"
She didn't speak this time, so I hesitated for a moment and decided to go up and take a look, because I heard that she seemed to have fallen a bit hard just now.
Sure enough, as soon as I walked up the stairs, I found the woman sitting on the steps with a painful expression, rubbing her right ankle.
I quickly asked her: "Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"
She said 'hmm', frowned and told me that she had accidentally sprained her ankle just now.
I was a little embarrassed to do it, so I said, "Oh, don't worry. I already told you I'm not in a hurry."
She just shook her head and said no, it has nothing to do with you. I was just too stupid and didn't pay attention when I went down the stairs.
Then she looked at me with that embarrassed look and asked: "Well... can you help me carry this box down? It's too heavy, I really can't carry it."
Can you disagree? He quickly nodded and said yes, you sit down and wait for me to send the box down before coming back up.
After saying this, I carried the box directly downstairs and placed it at the door. Then I went upstairs to take a look.
She had just stood up at that time, and it looked like she could barely walk, but she was not very agile, limping, and grinning every time she touched her right foot. She was probably seriously injured.
Seeing her like this, I told her to stop moving for now. Will it hurt more if you don't move? Is there any luggage in the bedroom? I'll go get it for you.
She probably couldn't bear the pain anymore, so she could only nod her head, looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, I'll trouble you."
I waved my hand and said it was okay, and then went to her bedroom. To be honest, the bedroom was really clean, with neat tabletops and spotless beds. It looked as if no one had ever lived there.
The bedroom is not small in size. There is a dressing room inside, and there are two suitcases beside it. They are not big. I originally wanted to carry them out together.
But as soon as I walked to the closet, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something was wrong with the mirror on the dressing table.