"How is it? Are you lying down?"

It was a small double room less than 50 square meters. Peng Cheng picked the one close to the window among the eight beds on the upper and lower sides of the big house. He took the bedding back from the mobile room. It was thought that it was raining for days, and the mattress was a little wet, and the quilt was also cool.

He was lying on the bed now, and he couldn't sleep anymore. There was a very beautiful boy living in the lower bunk. He didn't know the man. He just saw him for the first time. The landlord was a young man of about the same age as him. He heard that he was in the hair salon in front of him, and he lived alone in a smaller room in this small double room, which was considered a single room. The eight places in the big house were said to be full of the lower bunk, but they didn't come back, and Peng Cheng himself was the only one in the upper bunk.

"Well, my wife, I'm lying down!" Peng Cheng lowered his voice and said, like Beibei's soft and gentle voice.

"Does it feel okay? How about it?" The girl was worried that Peng Cheng would not be able to adapt, so she called him to ask, but she didn't know that Peng Cheng was really uncomfortable.

"Well, I'm pretty good. I'm sleeping so hard that I'm sleeping. I want to sleep." Peng Cheng cleverly refused to continue chatting. He knew that Beibei was calling, just to know if he was fine or not. But he was very bad.

His bedding was wet, especially under his feet, close to the window. He felt that his ankles were frozen cold and his legs were numb. After lying for a long time, his thighs also hurt slightly. When Peng Cheng first paved the bed, it was just a paper shell wrapped in the refrigerator. It felt quite strong to touch, but when he lay on it, the support of the paper shell was completely gone under the thin mattress, and his body was close to the iron beam on it, which was extremely uncomfortable. What else did he say to Beibeiduo? He was really worried that he would not be able to help telling the truth.

After hanging up the phone, Peng Cheng became increasingly unable to sleep. Next to his feet was the only window in the room. The fluorescent moonlight that was coming through today was extremely bright. He lay down like this, only seeing the moonlight, but not the moon. He turned his head and looked towards the window as much as possible, trying to see if it was a full moon today. Otherwise, the light would be so clear that it would make people sleep like they were in the daytime.

The iron-mounted bed moved slightly as his body moved, and it kept ringing endlessly. The beautiful boy on the lower bunk also flipped back and forth, and he didn't dare to move. Peng Cheng looked down and saw that the boy's Apple phone was probably newly bought. When he was having fun, he always made it sound like a drip and a drip three times. It was the middle of the night, and it was still so bright and shiny.

What should I do? Peng Cheng became more and more uncomfortable. Not only did his feet get colder, but his heart was colder, but he was fucking apart. This made him so embarrassed that he couldn't even turn over. Poverty made people look down on him. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He got angry when he thought about everything. Even Beibei rented this place for him, which made him angry. Why was there nothing wrong with him? He remembered life in the mountains again. That father, fuck, a sense of sluggishness, like a rebellion, rushed over to his head, so he started to flip and flipped freely. Then, the phone below stopped lit up. After a while, the people below never moved. Peng Cheng was finally tired and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was just dawn.

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No one knows when the people who share the house will come back, but now there are people sleeping on the four lower bunks below. The landlord woke up early, the young man was clean and looked like a good child, and he was well-behaved. When he saw Peng Cheng, he nodded, and went to the kitchen to boil water and wash his hair.

The house is less than fifty square meters in total. Apart from two rooms, it is a small foyer of less than four square meters. The window next to it can directly see the kitchen half smaller than the foyer. The aisle in the middle of the kitchen is so narrow that only one person can work inside. The landlord is about 180 meters tall, with a white porcelain sink behind him, and a stove in front of him. He was barely wearing only a pair of shorts and shorts, and boiling water in the kitchen. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a lighter. Peng Cheng threw his lighter to him.

"Thank you." The landlord lit the fire, threw the lighter to Peng Cheng, and asked by the way: "Can you get used to living?"

"It's okay, but buddy, that bed is not a wooden board!" Peng Cheng said with a smile, saying it underestimated.

"Oh! By the way, I saw you all fell asleep yesterday, so I didn't know what to say. You put one on the lower bunk and two beds. Take one out and put it on the top."

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The house was rented for a week, but Peng Cheng almost never returned to that small house to live. He only slept for one day. Although the landlord changed the bed the next day, he still never went back to sleep. Fortunately, Peng Cheng still had some money in his pocket. There was a good small Internet cafe next to the street next to the house. He only had ten yuan to surf the Internet at night, so he rarely went back. But in this limited few times, Peng Cheng found that the beautiful boy sleeping in his lower bunk was really different from anyone else.

Every time Peng Cheng goes home, it is around 10 o'clock in the morning. This time is just the time when he comes out of the Internet cafe with an unsatisfactory feeling. By chance, it is also when everyone in the house goes out, only the beautiful guy on his lower bunk is still sleeping.

The beautiful young man slept so hard, but every time Peng Cheng went to bed, he would turn over. When Peng Cheng straightened his waist for a while, he would get in the afternoon when he woke up, and the beautiful young man was playing with his mobile phone again. The two of them had a surprisingly consistent schedule. Peng Cheng went to the Internet cafe to take a stay at the Internet, and often went out with the person in the lower bunk. As for when he came back, Peng Cheng didn't know, it was basically the second half of the night!

Peng Cheng has always been very surprised what the guy on the lower bunk does. He looks good, but he is a little darker, his facial features are delicate and three-dimensional. He is as beautiful as a Korean beauty without touching a knife. His name is Ozawa.

Although they live in the same place as this shack, Ozawa is dressed in high-end brands. The two of them are like travelers living in a hotel room with four people, but they live on different roads. When they meet, they just nodded and never said anything. Seeing him, Peng Cheng felt that his face was grinding. His suspicion was not until one day when the landlord went home early to collect the rent for Ozawa, and finally he suddenly realized.

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That day, Peng Cheng was lying in his upper bunk while sleeping. Hearing Xiaoze and the landlord's choking words, they were old friends, and they expose each other's shortcomings and sabotage, and had a great time. Although they were very quiet when they said those things, Peng Cheng still understood. Xiaoze works in a large KTV, where Peng Cheng had heard that he was so beautiful, and turned out to be a cowherd who specializes in scouting rich women.

Ozawa never shy away from this. He knew that Peng Cheng was in the upper bunk, and he was not annoyed no matter what the landlord said. I think no one in the room didn't know that Ozawa was a duck. Peng Chengdun felt much more balanced. Ozawa was beautiful, with his famous brand and Apple phone, endless text messages all day long, and the broken bed where he lived.

The young man suddenly felt a little proud, and his heart was as relaxed as if it was blooming, making people feel bored. It turned out that the people in this room were similar to him, either waiters or hair washing workers. The only big worker was the landlord who lived in the cottage. The boy looked like a good person, but he found a woman like a pig, because the woman's father was a little boss with some money and was willing to sell him a store. Peng Cheng couldn't help but snorted and laughed, but he didn't expect that everyone was living in a life of being played with.
Chapter completed!