chapter 15 Playing tricks on Penelope

Sitting back on the sofa, I finished smoking the cigarette in my hand and put it out in the ashtray. I looked at the guitar next to me, but I was no longer in the mood to sing another song.

I lay on the sofa, and once again I was tortured and died of boredom. I looked into Penelope's room, feeling a little unhappy in my heart. Without the restraint she gave me, I would have been drinking beer with Hayden and watching There are so many beauties on the catwalk, so to a large extent, the boredom I feel now is what she has given me.

If she didn't buy this house suddenly, I wouldn't have to compromise to continue living here, nor would I have to change my living habits and die of boredom in such a night.

I feel that she has the responsibility to help me solve these endless boredoms. No matter how bandit this logic seems to others, I think it is natural because boredom is so terrible in my cognitive world. The emergence of loneliness comes entirely from loneliness. If you are alive, who is not afraid of loneliness?

I came to the door of Penelope's room and decided to break out of the cage of loneliness in this not-too-deep night. I knocked on the door and said to Penelope who was doing something unknown in the room: "Hey, are you free? Come out and chat.”

"We have no common language."Penelope's voice came from inside the room.

"Everyone speaks Chinese. Why don't we have a common language? Besides, I am the landlord and you are the tenant. We live under the same roof. In order to live in harmony for a long time, frequent communication is necessary."

Penelope ignored me, and only a slightly embarrassed echo was heard in the room.

I immediately changed my strategy and adopted a gentle policy. I knocked on her door again and said, "Have you had dinner? How about I cook some midnight snacks?"

Penelope didn't appreciate it and interrupted me angrily: "Please do something meaningful."

"Damn, I'm making you a midnight snack, and you're mocking me for living a meaningless life, right? Then I really don't want to bother you. That's amazing. I'll go play with the spoon."

I sat back on the sofa angrily, but refused to give in. Why did she act like she was too lazy to pay attention to me? I am poor and not very promising, but this does not mean that I am willing to use my humbleness to fulfill her high status. Since I still care about self-esteem in life.

I actually found a spoon from the kitchen, put it on the coffee table and turned the handle of the spoon with my fingers, making the spoon spin like a top.

Half an hour later, Penelope's door was opened. She had already changed her clothes and walked to the bathroom wearing a white coral velvet pajamas with a pullover. She seemed to be planning to wash up and rest.

I stared at her, but she didn't look away. She walked to the coffee table and glanced at the spoon that was still spinning. Then she stopped and looked at me. I looked at her expressionlessly, as if venting my anger. He used his fingers to turn the handle of the spoon, and the spoon spun faster.

My boring behavior finally brought a smile to Penelope's face, but I couldn't tell whether it was simply funny or ridiculing.

"Why are you laughing? Didn't I just tell you that I was going to play with the handle of the spoon?" I said while spinning the spoon faster.

Penelope nodded and said, "You really keep your word and have made progress." After saying that, he walked to the bathroom without saying more.

I looked sideways at Penelope's leaving figure, and slapped the rotating handle of the spoon to a stop.

Penelope walked out of the bathroom after a while. At this time, her hair had fallen down, and there were some traces of water on the ends of her hair. Although her makeup had been completely removed, her skin was still fair and could be broken by blowing. This It also shows her natural beauty. At least among the countless women I know, there is really no one who is still so beautiful after taking off her makeup.

She continued to walk to her room ignoring my presence.

I shamelessly shouted to her again: "Stop."

"What are you doing?"Penelope not only spoke coldly, but also looked at me with an even colder expression and asked.

I felt a little guilty and said bravely, "I'm quite bored. Please chat with me for a while."

"Find someone as boring as you. I'm ready to rest."

As if I had received an amnesty, my tone was a little higher: "This is what you said, I will go out to have fun now."

"You can go out, but you have to take your luggage with you, and then there's no need to come back."

"I knew you would pick on my weakness and use me for entertainment. To be honest, I have been renting for more than 3 years and have seen everyone. But I have never seen a tenant who is so arrogant like you. You are so mean to your landlord." Can't you be more polite?" With dissatisfaction, I forced the title of tenant onto Penelope again.

Penelope retorted: "I have never seen such a shameless person like you."

"If I hadn't been shameless, I would have been sleeping on the streets a long time ago. You were the one who forced me to do this." I glared at Penelope, feeling unsatisfied again when I thought of what I had experienced in the past few days.

"Aren't you the landlord? Who dares to force you?"Penelope looked at me with a half-smile, but her words were full of sarcasm.

I pointed at the Penelope, and my liver ached with anger. After a long while, I said: "You vicious woman, I said that I am the landlord, but I just want to find a fig leaf for myself. Can you please leave some dignity?" After speaking, he sighed loudly: "Poor man." Life is hard and life is not happy.”

"People like you were rogues in ancient times, but they are scoundrels now."Penelope glared at me, and after saying that she didn't want to be entangled with me anymore, she turned and walked to her room.

Looking at the door that was slammed shut, I let out a "poof" and said angrily: "The bourgeoisie is amazing. Comrade Xiaoping has said that the Chinese people will eventually move towards common prosperity. Let you guys get rich in advance first." It will take a few years to get Se, and in a few more years, just look at me.”

After struggling in the living room for a while, I returned to my room, closed the door, lay on the bed, and lit a cigarette out of habit. I was still thinking about the quarrel with Penelope just now. Although I didn't get any advantage, But when I thought of Penelope with a pretty face and angrily calling me a scoundrel and a scoundrel, I felt a sense of relief in my heart. She seemed to be less irritable. After a while, she fell asleep in a daze, finally not dying from the torture of boredom. middle

Maybe it was because I went to bed early last night, but I woke up at six o'clock in the morning. After that, I couldn't fall asleep anyway. I just stared at the ceiling in a daze, and unconsciously thought of Wesley and Zoey upcoming wedding. My mood became anxious. I understood that this anxiety did not arise out of thin air. It was related to the fact that I was about to meet Emily. It was terrible. No matter how I comforted myself, I couldn't seem to take it calmly.

Furthermore, I am also very curious. Emily and I have devoted many years of youth to each other. I am anxious because I am about to meet her, and is she the same as me?

I don’t have an answer. I can’t use myself as a basis to measure Emily, because sometimes women are different from men, and sometimes Emily is not equal to me. Maybe when she meets me again three years later, she will only treat me as an ordinary friend, or even a stranger. people

The genius was bright, and I didn't plan to go back to sleep due to the constant anxiety. After getting up and briefly washing up, I was ready to make myself a breakfast. I opened the refrigerator and took a look. I still had a few salted eggs that Father Ban brought me a few days ago. I boiled them. A pot of porridge and a few fried dough sticks are a good breakfast combination.

I went to the breakfast shop downstairs to buy some fried dough sticks, and then went to the convenience store to buy a few bags of pickled mustard. When I came back, the water in the pot was already boiling. I poured the rice in, and then I found a mop to clean the house.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from the window on the balcony. Only then did I realize that Penelope and I had forgotten to close the window last night. No wonder this morning was colder than usual.

At this time, autumn was already halfway through, and the temperature in the morning was very low. I packed my clothes and walked to the balcony to close the window. The first ray of sunlight in the morning also refracted in through the glass, and the colorful leaves swayed lazily under the balcony. The grass seemed to tell me: This is a good morning.

In order to integrate myself into this wonderful morning, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Gradually, my anxious mind calmed down a little.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Penelope walking out of the room. She was still wearing pajamas, and her expression was still in the hazy state of just waking up.

I held the mop in my hand and greeted Penelope with a frivolous smile: "Good morning, my female tenant."

Penelope seemed no longer willing to struggle with the identity of a tenant that I had imposed on her. She tucked her messy sideburns behind her ears and asked me, "Do you always get up so early?"

"Of course not. I woke up so early today specifically to make breakfast for you." I said calmly.

"Really? But I plan to sleep for a while longer."

"Then what are you doing up now?" I looked at Penelope and asked knowingly. She obviously got up to go to the bathroom to pee, but I was just curious about how the two indecent words "pee" came out of the mouth of a beautiful woman like Penelope. Maybe she was too embarrassed to tell her what the situation was, or she was simply embarrassed to say that she didn't care, as long as she could have fun for herself at the beginning of the day.

Penelope frowned and looked at me, but didn't say anything. It was really hard for such a temperamental beauty to say the word "pee". I felt proud, and moved forward to block the door of the bathroom.

Penelope said to me after a while: "Get out of the way."

"I asked you a question without asking you to be polite and you didn't answer it. You made me very angry early in the morning," I said, raising my voice.

Penelope stood there, her face slightly red. Maybe she was angry with me, or maybe she was holding it in. This has been stored all night. Can you stop holding it in?

My heart blossomed with joy, as if Penelope's big revenge for using money to occupy this house had been avenged, and the villain said triumphantly: "Tell me, since you are still planning to sleep, what are you going to do when you get up now?"

"I'm getting up now because I need to use the bathroom. Please get out of my way."Penelope said with a very unhappy expression.

I was afraid that my joke had gone too far, and I was even more afraid that Penelope would turn against me and ask me to move out, so I hurriedly leaned over to make room for Penelope to go in. I suddenly understood that it didn’t have to be about peeing or using the bathroom. It can also be expressed implicitly, and this is the difference between a rough man and a beautiful woman

After Penelope came out of the bathroom, I sincerely invited her to have breakfast together again, but she seemed to be disgusted with my teasing behavior just now, ignored me and went straight into her room to continue sleeping. As a result, I looked pretty good here. In the morning, I had a boring breakfast alone, and then like a machine, I started the day that had been programmed.

Wait, I want to correct myself. Strictly speaking, I am not like a machine, because recently I have always been anxious with human emotions; every time I think of: Wesley and Zoey’s wedding is approaching, I will not be able to avoid it. I was instinctively anxious when I met Emily. At this time, I would rather I was a machine without emotions, because another day has passed, and I still don’t know how to face myself and Emily after three years. meet

At this time, the early morning sunlight fell into the room at a different angle, illuminating the black coat in the closet and extinguishing my emotions, while Emily's face became clearer and clearer.