Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Zhou Chongguang smiled and said nothing.

He looked at the lights of the apartment building outside the window, feeling a little conflicted.

Zhao Ziyi's words, he is not unmoved, but what about it, he still has no absolute certainty about tomorrow.

He wanted to smoke annoyingly, but after lighting it, he shrank again.

In case, he can live...

Thinking about this, looking at the cigarette butt, he hesitated.

It was a little bit scarlet, like the blood he had coughed up, and haunted his sight like a devil.

But in the end, he put down the cigarette **** and threw it on the ground to stamp it out.

One night, sleepless, besides being too hot, there is also the all-pervasive mosquitoes.

The environment is so bad that people like Zhou Chongguang who regard death as home feel unbearable.

He couldn't sleep, so he lay down, turned on the phone and opened Qin Mu's photo. After looking at it, he looked at it all night, and it seemed that the long night was not so difficult.

At dawn, he finally couldn't stand it, took a nap, and when he woke up, it was already eight in the morning.

When I opened my eyes, the room was dim and dim, with only a trace of sunlight shining through the window.

He got up, walked over to stand, smelled the dust, and only early in the morning, there was already a heat wave on his face.

He thought lightly, maybe he should go to the groceries Xishi for a while and buy a small electric fan back, otherwise the life will be over.

Looking up, there was a blue sky, only this place, as if forgotten in a corner of the world, quiet and dilapidated.

At this time, the door was knocked, and the landlord’s woman’s voice came from outside: “Mr. Zhou, it’s breakfast.”

Zhou Chongguang walked over to open the door, took the bag in her hand, and said quietly, "Thank you."

Afterwards, the door was closed.

The landlord’s wife had been lost for a while, and originally wanted to say a few more words--

She wanted to tell him that with the news only this morning, he could face demolition right away... If he lives for less than a month, she will refund the money.

But this man is so indifferent, she will not refund the money, absolutely not.

Inside the door, Zhou Chongguang opened the bag, ate a bun, drank a bag of soy milk, and left another bun.

He sat for a while and then walked outside. The landlord’s wife watched him downstairs. Although she was angry, she couldn’t help but ask, "Where is this going?"

"Go buy a fan." Zhou Chongguang said quietly.

The landlady's face froze. What conditions do she have here? Why doesn't she have a B number in her heart?

Licking his face, smiling: "Where can Mr. Zhou buy it."

So Zhou Chongguang stopped.

The woman looked at him.

He looked at the woman.

No one said anything.

For a long time, the landlord’s wife squeezed a stiff smile, "Didn’t you say that you’re going to buy a fan? Go and go, and be careful, the little lady in the grocery store at the intersection shouldn’t be touched, whoever touches her body... ...It's over, I can't get down."

The landlord’s wife said nothing, Zhou Chongguang smiled, and said nothing to go out.

And the woman stood at the door and looked at it from a distance, seeing Zhou Chongguang coming back soon, holding her forehead with her hand and smiling——

Really, why would someone like Mr. Zhou who have seen the world see the flowers at the entrance of the village?

When Zhou Chongguang approached, she smiled sincerely, "Mr. Zhou, or, can I adjust the electric fan for you?"

"I know it myself." Zhou Chongguang said quietly.