There used to be a middle-aged man and a woman living downstairs in our house. Because they were all new faces at first, everyone was curious. My parents are both easy-going people. When you meet your neighbors, you will say hello and chat, so your popularity in the community is better. Because they are newcomers, my parents bought them a fireworks to welcome them. At that time, the college entrance examination was coming, so time was tight. Then eating every day is like fighting. After eating two bites, I go to class. At that time, I could still use the evening time to go home and read books, but sometimes I would be hungry when I came back at night, so I asked my mother to get me food.
The sound insulation upstairs and downstairs is not too high, and you can feel trouble upstairs and downstairs. When I want to eat at night, my mother has to walk around the living room. It is inevitable that there will be some noise, but the two downstairs think it is noise. When we first came to our house to talk, everyone had a good attitude, but we couldn't get rid of these voices every morning and evening. My mother kept explaining to her, but they just wouldn't listen. I have to say that my mother walks around every night, which affects their rest.
Most adults with children at home should have experienced this kind of life. Children must go to school in the morning and make their own breakfast. At night, when children come back from school, they are always worried that they are hungry and thirsty and do everything by themselves. In addition, I think the noise made by walking is not as exaggerated as the couple said, which will disturb their sleep. After several negotiations, they were still aggressive, insisting that there were footsteps in our house in the middle of the night and clamoring for them to rest. Although I have never lived downstairs, I listen to my mother's footsteps at home every day and feel that her footsteps are not big.
Later, my mother ignored them, but they still tried to knock on the door and negotiate with our family. When they can't sleep at night, they blame our family for the footsteps in the middle of the night. Because of annoyance, my father buckled the battery of the doorbell. Then they knocked on the door, and the knocking sound was particularly annoying. Later, in desperation, they had to negotiate with the property. After the property told them twice, they gave up knocking on our door