Chapter 2 (2)

A few normal days passed. Today Han Luong woke up a bit early, in the middle of summer, at five o'clock in the afternoon the sky was still very bright, she decided to exercise her body a bit later. Went to the school next door, ran two slow laps around the practice field, and was so tired that I felt dizzy. 'Oh, I'm really old.' Han Luong thought while wiping his sweat. "Teacher Han, come to exercise." The gate guard enthusiastically greeted.

Han Luong quickly raised his face and smiled, his voice sounded very happy: "Yes, Uncle Truong is also busy." Maintaining the image of a good teacher is Han Luong's responsibility. After a long conversation, Han Luong almost lost his life. He laughed until his face stiffened. Uncle Truong was truly the king of gossip. Although she looked like she was listening attentively, only Han Luong knew that under the skin of her face there was a blue vein still active, which could jump out at any time and tear off the mask of this exemplary teacher. Well, endure, endure... Finally escaping, Han Luong relaxed her facial muscles, pouted, extremely helpless with herself, she really had problems living in this world, completely strange, completely strange, when did it start? huh? Han Luong can blabber on endlessly about all the meaningless conversations, can tell endless jokes, teacher Han is a young teacher with a bright smile. But I don't know why, every time Han Luong talks, I can feel another Han Luong standing next to me, bored, she just stands there, unable to chase away. Can only endure, can only endure... Bought some daily necessities at the supermarket, passed by Mr. Luc's dumpling shop and bought a few more meat buns, as dinner tonight and tomorrow morning, okay, completely satisfied. Mr. Luc's house's dumplings have thin skins and lots of filling, and the meat is delicious. Han Luong's experience has been gained from eating all the dumplings around the house. Han Luong walked into the elevator and was a bit startled. The man who broke into his house the night before was standing in the elevator neatly dressed. He walked in without changing expression, pressed the twenty-fifth floor, stepped aside and bowed his head to bite the bun. Chu Dong Da smelled the smell of dumplings and remembered that wild but happy morning. How many years has it been since you ate something like this? Standing behind, I smelled the flavor of the dumplings, felt a bit hungry, swallowed my saliva, and looked at the girl with her face down munching on the dumplings. She was not tall, standing next to him, she could only see two curls of hair on top of her head, her face was not visible, her skin was very white, pale, seemingly not very healthy. His slim hand held a large dumpling, not holding back the image of opening his mouth and biting, piece by piece. Seeing this, Chu Dong Da swallowed his saliva again. Die. "Excuse me..." Chu Dong Da opened his mouth. "Um?" Han Luong's mouth was full of dumplings and he raised his head. Chu Dong Da looked at the girl in front of him, his mouth bulging, his glossy lips glowing, his eyes lazily looking at him, he couldn't help but feel amused, so he smiled sincerely and politely asked: "Miss, may I ask where you bought your dumplings?" Han Luong heard that and lowered his head, it was too tiring for his neck to look up. He finished the piece of cake, and after swallowing it, slowly replied: "Leave the building, go to the first small alley in the East, the third row of dumplings." It's Mr. Luc's product, meat buns, one coin, one piece." Answered very meticulously, with a soft and soothing voice. Chu Dong Da said thank you and went to the elevator. Han Luong returned home just as he finished eating a dumpling, cleaned up and started a new work day. Chu Dong Da came home so early just to change clothes. He had a party in the evening. Whether this business was successful or not, it only depends on tonight. Since a year ago when Chu Dong Da branched out to develop his own career, he was always tired like a dog, but only recently has he prospered. The life of partying and singing every night is really not for people. Tonight I have to drink alcohol, thinking about it gives me a headache. Chu Dong Da somehow went to Mr. Luc's dumpling shop, bought two, sat in the car and devoured them, they were very fragrant. After filling my stomach, I went to drink, started the car, and set off. At night, Han Luong put down the papers, turned on music to relax a bit, and started cooking dinner - cold noodles. When Chu Dong Da entered the door, Han Luong was cooking noodles, listening to music. Not knowing someone was coming in, he leaned against the kitchen door, smiling widely as he looked at her. Han Luong discovered it thanks to the smell of alcohol. As soon as he turned around, he saw an uninvited guest. "Mom, are you still eating noodles?" Looks like next time she'll have to change the location of the key. From what happened last time, Han Luong knew that this person was not dangerous and had received money, so he was not afraid when he saw the situation, and calmly replied: "If you don't eat, that's fine." "Eat!" Chu Dong Da answered firmly. Obediently wash your hands, obediently sit next to the table, waiting. Another night like before. Chu Dong Da was bathed cleanly, slept comfortably with music, and was woken up early in the morning by the alarm clock, looking around at the same place. I don't know whether to cry or laugh, since when did he have this bad habit of running to other people's houses to sleep naked. Picking up the note on the small table, this time there were only four words: "Just like last time." The handwriting was quite beautiful, Chu Dong Da smiled and nodded. There wasn't much work today, yesterday's business was successful, the contract was scheduled to be signed this afternoon, a rare leisurely morning. Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, Chu Dong Da stretched out on the bed for a while before pouting and standing on the balcony without any clothes. This is the highest floor of the apartment building, looking down, everything is a gray roof, the sunlight shining above does not reflect anything. It's strange, the scenery is as cold as ice, but it makes Chu Dong Da feel a little warm. Stretched his shoulders, slowly finished dressing, walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, there were still Mr. Luc's dumplings and home-cooked white porridge. This homeowner is truly consistent. Chu Dong Da sat in front of the dining table, eating and feeling lovely, life was lovely. The electrical appliances in the house look like second-hand ones bought from a second-hand market, very shabby, although they are all usable, I'm afraid they're not very good. Look, when I open the refrigerator, the light doesn't come on. Chu Dong Da took out an apple, wiped it and bit it. Rummaging through the bookshelves, they were all reference books, mostly physics. Chu Dong Da was a bit discouraged, it wasn't interesting, it was full of specialized books. Flipping through the CD again, it's very miscellaneous, including current famous singers like Nelly Furtado, and Mahler's 9th symphony conducted by Carlo, quite a good version, seems like a classical music lover. . But I searched and searched and couldn't find any photos of the homeowner in this place, not even photos of family members. In the end, the impression left behind was that the homeowner was a bit of a pervert. Mahler in his eyes was very desperate, very close to death, this kind of music, well, Chu Dong Da could only say, listening to this kind of music also listened to Nelly Furtado, other than being perverted, really? There are no words left to describe. Considering the things in the house, the original CD of Mahler's Ninth Symphony with Carlo as conductor is not cheap, but why is the house so shabby, there are not even a few normal decorations, the walls are bare? bare. Chu Dong Da looked around and could only silently wonder. After eating the apple, wash the bowl, leave the note with the accommodation fee, and the key on the table. Chu Dong Da knows he should go home, but why does he feel like he doesn't want to go every time he thinks about going back to his room? Sitting on a torn sofa, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, Chu Dong Da leisurely looked at the clouds flying in the sky. Waiting until nearly ten o'clock, when the phone call pulled him out of his reverie, Chu Dong Da finally left Han Luong's house to start a busy day.