After breaking up with the paranoid actor

Chapter 22 The Landlord

After a few hours, Song Feiyang finally added the landlord's WeChat.

The landlord's profile picture is a landscape photo taken casually, and those who can use this kind of photo should be of a certain age.And he seems to be quite vigilant, there is no extra information at all, even the circle of friends directly blocked Song Feiyang outside with a horizontal line.

Song Feiyang thought for a long time, typed and wrote a long paragraph in the dialog box before sending it.

Song Feiyang: Hello landlord, I am a new tenant of your house, and it was Xie Jian who introduced you to me.Thank you very much for renting the house to me at such a low price, I will protect the house.I just don't know how you charge here?Is it a monthly payment for a year?If yes, I will transfer the rent to you now.

It's no wonder that Song Feiyang was being polite, he couldn't believe such a big pie fell from the sky until now.Although it would cost him more than 3 yuan to deposit one and pay one, the house has far exceeded Song Feiyang's expectations, and he even began to wonder if he was taking advantage of the landlord.

The WeChat reply on the other end was very fast.

Landlord: No deposit required, monthly fee.Start billing today and pay me next month.

Before Song Feiyang could say anything, the landlord sent several messages in succession.

Landlord: Tell me if something is broken in the house, I'll find someone to fix it.

Landlord: No need to call you, it’s too polite, just call me the landlord.

Landlord: The aunt I am looking for will also come to clean the house regularly, and send a batch of vegetables and fruits by the way. You can just accept and eat for me.

Song Feiyang looked at the phone in a daze, not knowing what to reply.

It was the first time he saw a house where he would pay after this month's living, and it was also the first time he saw a landlord who paid out of his own pocket to find an aunt for the tenants.

Before he could react, the boss sent another sentence.

Landlord: You can tell me anything.

Song Feiyang: Okay, thank you, Landlord n.

As soon as he typed out your pinyin, he remembered that the landlord did not allow you to be called, and deleted it without completely deleting it, and it became n landlord when he sent it out.

Song Feiyang buckled down his phone, and looked for Xie Jian who didn't know what to do in other houses.

"Thank you Jane?"

There was an exaggerated and loud cough from the bathroom, Xie Jian coughed for a long time before she leaned out of the bathroom and looked at Song Feiyang: "Huh?"

"How did you and this landlord... know each other?"

"Why are you asking this? Wait a minute."

Xie Jian didn't wait for Song Feiyang to reply, she retracted her body again.

Then Song Feiyang heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, probably Xie Jian was washing his hands.

He waited for a while, Xie Jian washed her hands and came out, stood not far from Song Feiyang and said: "A college classmate I met before, what's wrong?"

Song Feiyang hasn't tidied up the house yet, and naturally there are no towels in the bathroom.Xie Jian's hand was stained with some water, and it slid all the way from the wrist to the back of the hand to the fingertips, and finally dripped lightly onto the floor with a thud.

His house has a wooden floor, and the water fell into small round drops, and some rolled into the gap between the wood and the wood.

Song Feiyang took out a few pieces of paper, "Go back to the bathroom."

Xie Jian didn't understand why, but she went back to the bathroom and stood up again.Then he saw Song Feiyang holding the paper and walking to the place where he was standing just now.Xie Jian stretched out her hand naturally, waiting for Song Feiyang to hand the paper to herself.

But who knew that Song Feiyang ignored Xie Jian, and just squatted down and began to wipe the floor.

Song Feiyang wiped carefully along the lines of the floor, including those shallow gaps between the floors, which Song Feiyang also took care of.Then he heard Xie Jian's unbelievable voice.

"Song Feiyang."

Song Feiyang looked up at him, Xie Jian showed Song Feiyang the paws he had just washed.

"You don't care if I'm a living person whose hands are still dripping, you can take care of this broken floor! Besides, what can you do with a broken floor?"

"I promised the landlord just now that I will protect the house. It's not good if the wooden floor gets too wet, so I'll... wipe it off."

The more Song Feiyang said, the more guilty he felt, and he seemed to realize that what he did just now was a bit inappropriate.He went back to the table, picked up the whole paper towel and handed it to Xie Jian: "Wipe it yourself."

Xie Jian pulled out the paper so hard that Song Feiyang shook his arm holding the paper twice.He squeezed the paper in his hand and wiped it casually twice, and he didn't forget to mutter: "I helped you find a house and help you move, but in the end the treatment is not as good as a wooden floor!"

He squeezed the ball of paper in his hand and looked around, as if he was looking for the trash can.

Song Feiyang glanced at Xie Jian's displeased look, and knew that he really made a big fuss just now.I had no choice but to change the hand to take the paper, and opened it to him with the palm upward: "Give it to me, I will throw it for you."

"I know, I know, you can't drip water on the floor, and you can't throw paper balls on the floor."

Xie Jian patted the ball of paper into Song Feiyang's hands with some force, and Song Feiyang's palms quickly felt a slight tide.Those water drops that didn't fall just now seemed to be collected by Xie Jian and put them in her hands.

Song Feiyang's hands trembled uncomfortably, and he clenched the paper ball tightly.

Seeing this, Xie Jian took another step back: "...I won't touch you next time."

Song Feiyang saw Xie Jian's head drooping.He didn't take care of his hair today, and the hair was softly attached to his head.As soon as he lowered his head like this, he dropped a few locks, which blocked Xie Jian's usually too sharp eyebrows and eyes, like a child who has done something wrong and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

For a moment, Song Feiyang wanted to go over and touch his head, but the reality was that he turned around and threw the paper ball into the trash can without saying a word.

The harmonious atmosphere just now was completely destroyed, and Xie Jian coughed lightly and walked towards the pile of luggage by the wall.

"Let's take these apart too, shall we? It will make the room more tidy."

"...I'll just pack it up."

"Can you be alone?"

Xie Jian asked back.

After all, his pile of things has been placed all the time from Sanyuan New Village to Xie Jian's villa to the current room, and Xie Jian has never seen him take it apart.Asking him if he can be alone is the last respect Xie Jian left for Song Feiyang.

"Well, yes."

Xie Jian didn't insist any longer, picked up her coat and walked towards the door, halfway there seemed to remember something.

"Oh, by the way, Wu Zian is also investigating these couriers. I'm going to the police station to make a statement tomorrow. Shall I go with you?"

Speaking of Xie Jian is a bit embarrassing.

"After all, they are my...fans. I was harassed by them before, and now I'm looking for you again. I guess I have to ask you something."

Hearing what Xie Jian said, Song Feiyang thought of those wreaths and dead mice again, trembled and said hello in a low voice.

"I'm leaving."

Xie Jian had already pushed open the door and stepped out. Just as the door behind him was about to close with a click, Song Feiyang said, "Be careful."

He was answered by the sound of the door closing, with a bang.

After Xie Jian left, Song Feiyang started to unpack the boxes against the wall.

Song Feiyang was right, there was really nothing important in it.Inside all the boxes are the costumes I have worn, the props I have used, and the awards I have won.

There are also some handwritten letters and gifts from fans.

Changing so many places, returning to Beijing from Xiaoshan Village, Song Feiyang has been taking them with him.

There are many and broken things, but every time Song Feiyang takes out one, he can know his origin like a treasure.

This dress is sponsored by the brand;

This pair of cufflinks is a gift from fans;

This trophy is the first award I have won;

This mask is a prop given by the crew, and the leading actor will have one after the shooting.

……

After working for nearly two hours, it was considered that all the boxes were put together.After Song Feiyang took a shower, he picked up his phone and took a look.

Xie Jian sent him a message an hour ago, and it was so short that he could read it without opening the software: OK, I'm home.

It was a reply to Song Feiyang's attention to safety.

Song Feiyang didn't return, he walked to the door of the room, took a photo of the house and sent it to the landlord.

Song Feiyang: Hello, landlord, I have finished packing all my things and started to move in.I'd better give you the first month's rent first, otherwise I won't feel at ease living here.The house is fine and I will clean it on time.

Song Feiyang: [Transfer]

Xie Jian on the other end of the phone threw the phone aside angrily when she saw the news.

I sent him a message without replying, but I remembered to tell the landlord that he would protect the house.

Xie Jian lay on the bed and took several deep breaths before picking up the phone again and holding it in her hand.

Landlord: [receiving transfer]

Landlord: OK.

Then Xie Jian picked up another mobile phone and looked at it as if she didn't believe in evil. The message list was still empty and there was nothing.

Song Feiyang naturally didn't know about all this, he put on his clothes and went downstairs after sending the message.

Instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs.

Sensor lights are installed in the stairs.Every time Song Feiyang walked to the first floor, the corresponding lights turned on, making the darkness of the upper and lower floors more intense.He turned around, finally got away from all the darkness, and opened the door for a breath of fresh air.

It was already early morning, and there was no one in the community.Inhaling a lot of cold air made Song Feiyang wake up a lot, and the temperature on his body began to gradually dissipate.He gathered his coat and walked out of the community.

As soon as he lifted his leg and walked less than ten meters, the phone rang.

Song Feiyang picked it up to have a look, and found that it was Xie Jian.

Xie Jian: Are you asleep?

Song Feiyang: No, come out for a walk.

Xie Jian: Oh, then you should also pay attention to safety.

Song Feiyang didn't take this short piece of nonsense that happened in the early morning to heart.He walked around the community and looked at the surrounding environment of the community.

You need to swipe your access control card when you come out here, and your vehicle must be registered.The security booth at the entrance is guarded by security guards 24 hours a day, and the garbage cans in the community are cleaned by special personnel three times a day. The ground is so clean that not even a piece of paper can be seen.

When he was in Sanyuan New Village, he was so harassed that he hardly dared to go out.Now that he finally had the opportunity to go downstairs, he didn't want to miss it.Song Feiyang went around a long way before returning to the house.

As soon as the door was pushed open, there was a warm feeling, and Song Feiyang broke into a sweat almost immediately.

He changed his clothes and lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Naturally, he didn't notice that his neighbor next door also turned off the lights and went to sleep shortly after he returned home.

The author has something to say:

Xie Jian: Let me wash my hands and think about how to make it up.