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Going abroad on business needs to stay for a while.
I discussed it with my friends in the same trade and decided to stay in short rent.
That day, my friend called excitedly and said that he had found a particularly good house.
When she said this, I agreed on the surface, but I didn't agree with her in my heart. I think she is right, but the house is new and the landlord is very polite.
I don't think the rented house will be good, let alone what good things the landlord will carefully prepare for the rental house. For convenience, most of them are just cheap disposable items.
On the day I checked in, I looked at everything with a little picky mood.
As soon as I came in, the room was really clean and tidy. There is a small blackboard hanging on the wall at the door, which reads the wireless password in the house.
Further inside, there is a small tent on the ground. The yellow-green stripes make people shine at the moment, and a big mouth monkey puppet hangs on it. It looks a bit childish, but it is also a bit melodramatic to think about it.
In the vase on the coffee table, there are several bright pink and red roses, and the sky is full of white stars. At first glance, the room is really more elegant.
Although I have a good impression on this house in my heart, I still haven't changed my previous thoughts. It's just a superficial article.
There is a faint perfume smell as soon as I enter the bathroom, and I have always been very sensitive to the smell of perfume. Many smells are pungent to me. But the perfume here is elegant but not strong, just right.
Washing utensils are neatly placed on the countertop of the sink, which unexpectedly looks beautifully packaged and of good quality.
Shampoo, facial cleanser and various toiletries are actually unopened, small but well-known imported brands.
Bedding and daily necessities are brand-new and of good quality. Clean stripes and checks, excellent feel. Everything seems to be carefully selected and prepared, with no intention of perfunctory and making do.
At that moment, I felt a little interesting, and my affection for the landlord came at once.
2
There are some books on a simple bookshelf by the window. In my opinion, they should be just some boring success stories or chicken soup for the soul. I don't like those books, I don't think it's surprising.
Picking up a book by accident turned out to be Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age". This surprised me a little. If I look at that simple bookshelf carefully, it turns out that most of them are Sanmao's books, as well as my favorite "The rainy season is no longer coming", "Meteor shower" and "Send you a horse".
Suddenly, a strange feeling came, perhaps a tacit understanding between people who love books. Suddenly, I was curious about the owner of the house I had never met. Every detail has been made public. This is a thoughtful and interesting host, which makes people wonder what kind of woman she is.
A thoughtful man put fresh roses in a rented house, and the room was beautifully decorated and exquisite. Even the spice jar in the kitchen is very expensive at first glance, and it is carefully selected. The slippers are all brand-new and beautiful styles, so that people who are prepared for every little detail will like it inexplicably even if they don't meet.
I am a very picky and demanding person. I will secretly hate everything I see and hear that doesn't conform to my aesthetics, and I can't find a trace of disgust or the cheap taste of renting a house.
That night, I turned over Sanmao's book and thought of myself many years ago.
At that time, I carefully picked up a wooden box of stones, all of which were carefully painted with pigments, and were finally snapped up by my friends.
Even for a while, I would walk on the road and pick up some strange and inexplicable things.
When Jose died, San Mao, who was heartbroken, drew a cross over and over again in front of Jose's grave, and I cried with it.
After that, I stubbornly believe that people who like Sanmao must also be a poetic and romantic person. This kind of thinking, unconsciously, also gives people a preconceived illusion. In imagination, strangers are like old friends reunited after a long separation.
three
Going out early the next morning, I met the landlord who came to deliver the key. He is wearing a black hat, a small black suit vest and a white body. He is thin and has bought breakfast in his hand. He handed it to me as soon as he met, saying that he bought it by the way. He doesn't have that kind of warm tone, as natural as an old friend who often meets. When he left, he specifically told me: Please help yourself to the things in the room.
Although I didn't say much because of time, at first glance, I already thought that she was the kind of person with different ideas.
After a few days, it rained and cooled down, and she came to deliver something. I brought two brand-new bedding, a set of blue-gray stripes and a set of red-gray plaid, which are neither monotonous nor unassuming. Just like her people, they are natural, indifferent and have a little style. Looking at the brand-new quilt cover that I haven't even had time to take off the label, I have to admit that I was a little narrow-minded and eccentric before.
I used to think that people are a kind of interest relationship, and between landlords and tenants, there is always opposition. This idea is very vulgar. Most of them are perfunctory, only extremely realistic, bargaining with you, and being wary of you for fear that you will break things in their room. I will make you do with those cheap daily necessities and even tell you not to waste them.
To them, you are just a passer-by They will be polite to you, but not sincere to you.
And she, in turn, subverted my imagination of the landlord.
Although, we are only a short stay, I don't even know her name. Although, she doesn't remember who I am at all. Although I will never meet again in my life, I didn't even say goodbye in the end.
But every time I think about it, I am glad that I met her, a woman with a fragrant soul, a woman who changed my narrowness and made me remember deeply.
This is a tenant's praise to the landlord, and it is also a woman's heartfelt praise to another woman.