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Dalong's prose

Dalong is my neighbor. I live on the sixth floor and he lives on the second floor.

We don’t get to know each other much, but we understand a lot.

When I first bought this apartment, I was rushing to renovate it. There was a south-facing garage on the ground floor, which was thirty or forty square meters.

I saw that all the neighbors' houses on the left and right had been converted into housing. There was a small yard outside the garage. Most of them had built sunrooms. They were very cozy and lived in by old people. Their cars were always parked in the open space in front of the garage.

Most elderly people have limited legs and feet, so living on the ground floor makes traveling more convenient and free.

In addition to being above the ground, the garages here have the same floor height as ordinary houses, so they are very comfortable after moisture-proofing is done.

Seeing my hesitation, a middle-aged man came over to strike up a conversation.

"Let's decorate the house too. You can park the car after the left and right sides have been changed. We're worried that it's unsafe for you to back up!" I guess I don't recognize you, so why bother bothering to talk about whether this modification is within the scope of the policy?

"Why not? Every house has been renovated, but your place is illegally built? You are such a funny woman. I have never seen an honest person like you. Others have installed it and rented it out. It costs more than a thousand a month.

"You have a grudge against money!" It's rare to see people who speak so fluently, but the decorator also suggested this, so I think it should be considered. After all, the decorators have seen a lot and have experience.

In the end, I was soft-hearted and listened to the master's advice. After all, public opinion cannot be violated. Besides, my reversing skills are really not guaranteed. What if it is really not fun to rub against someone else's glass house, and there are old people living in it.

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When the decoration was coming to an end, we encountered a difficult problem. The ground floor of the converted garage needed to install an outdoor air conditioner. This thing could be installed under the window of the house on the second floor. If the person didn't agree, it wouldn't work. The decoration master was very good.

Enthusiastic people helped me think a lot.

He asked his neighbor for advice and said that the second floor was Dalong's house. His family was easy to talk to and they should be able to get along with each other.

The enthusiastic neighbor took the master and me to the easternmost house, which was naturally a converted garage. A woman named Xiaofen was at home.

After the introduction, she said: "Don't ask me, I don't care. Just ask my husband Dalong!" The neighbor called Dalong. Dalong came down from the house upstairs, wearing an undershirt as he walked, almost revealing his clothes.

A breast.

I quickly turned my face and said nothing, but I thought that this matter was basically a dirty deal. It didn't look like he had much culture. Moreover, this guy was the person who struck up a conversation last time, and I wasn't enthusiastic about him.

"It's okay, why don't you just put an outdoor unit on? Let it go, let it go. How big of a deal do I think it is!" His back was already visible as he spoke.

After the house was installed, I took the time to express my gratitude. The family was enjoying the cool weather outside the garage to the east.

This is a nice place. It was originally the green belt of the community, and there are flower stands made of cement and bricks. It is like terraced fields, one level at a time, full of flowers.

This is the summer festival, which is very hot. There are impatiens, snake flowers, roses, tiger orchids, pothos, dripping Guanyin... and many more that cannot be named.

There is mosquito repellent on the ground, spreading along the base of the wall, and the iron fence of the community nearby is covered with roses. They are overflowing this season, and the slight fragrance permeates the air, which is very pleasant.

The top is a steel wire canopy, covered with purple wisteria, which has begun to form pods this season, and each one hangs like a lentil.

I just remembered that I saw a brilliant purple in the spring. It was really beautiful, just like clouds, and it reminded people of the purple coming from the east.

I have seen many such scaffoldings in rural areas. Some of them directly grow loofahs, which are cool, and in the summer, the loofahs hang down, and they are delicious food on the dinner table the next day. They are very affordable, but they always feel utilitarian.

There are also people who grow grapes. During the Mid-Autumn Festival to worship the moon, they cut two bunches and put them on display: There are no crystals to worship the cold moon. People know how sweet and sour they are!

Under the scaffolding is a square table, with a pot of Kung Fu tea on it. Facing east is an old man, wearing glasses, with slightly gray hair. Because the sky is slightly dark, I think this should be Dalong's old father. He

Opposite me is the warm-hearted neighbor, and the one with his back to me should be Dalong judging from his clothes. I recognized that it was the sweatshirt that exposed his chest that day.

Facing me was Sister Xiaofen. When she saw me passing by, she immediately stood up and greeted me, and I handed me the fruit.

The family stood up, very politely, and invited me to sit down. Then I saw another table next to it. It was a porcelain table with four porcelain stools. There was an old lady and a girl sitting there eating melon seeds. I think it was

Dalong's mother and daughter, and I sat down at the porcelain table. The old lady said that I was not willing to sit down, so I suddenly felt that this was a house of etiquette.

After a brief exchange of greetings between the parents, Xiaofen took my age and called me sister, but everyone didn’t notice.

I saw that the child looked familiar, so I asked. It turned out that he also graduated from our school, just not from my class. However, she recognized me very well and pointed out a few names of some of her close classmates. As expected, it was my teacher.

Children who have passed.

Sister Xiaofen said that this child is now working and looking for a boyfriend!

They invited me to have a wedding banquet. After hearing this, I felt that this family was really straightforward. In a short time, they actually became familiar with me.

Dalong repeatedly expressed that he had trouble finding him. Although he was not good at many things, he was always able to get it.

Sure enough, within a few days, the electronically controlled door on the garage got stuck in the middle and could not be removed. At that time, I felt that the ground floor would be unsafe, so I still kept the anti-theft electronically controlled door.

I'm someone who never wants to ask for help, thinking that even though people say this, I can't be too generous (dialect: too presumptuous).