Warm trees become forests

The agent Wen Mu contacted yesterday didn't even look at the house, so he took a taxi to Tongzilou after packing up after get off work.

There are two aspects, one is because of the urge to drink without thinking, and the other is to prove that I will not give up.

Weng Dingding thought he was delusional, jumped down from the steps and ran to Wen Mu's side: "Brother Wen Mu! Why are you here!"

Wen Mu was very impressed with this child, he knelt down and smiled at him: "I rented the house here."

"Ah?! Really?" Weng Dingding stared wide-eyed.

"Yes."

After being affirmed, Weng Dingding happily ran around the yard, and when he came back, he raised his head and asked, "Brother, which room do you live in! I'll help you carry your luggage!"

"It seems to be on the second floor." Wen Mu took out his mobile phone, found a text message from the agent, and went upstairs with Weng Dingding. His room was the first room at the top of the stairs. Wen Mu buried his head in the door and did not dare to go to Gu Cheng. Look over at the Lin family.

He also dropped the wine bottle yesterday, although he was only so nervous that his hands slipped, but that noise undoubtedly gave him courage, and he looked full of confidence.

Only Wen Mu himself knew that he had the confidence to fart. After returning home, he was afraid that Gu Chenglin would hate him. He didn't feel relieved until he saw that Gu Chenglin had no special expression when he went to work at night.

That's right, when he was in school, Gu Chenglin had received a lot of confessions, he should have gotten used to it long ago, thinking of Wen Mu like this made him feel a bit lost, liking someone is really contradictory and entangled.

Opening the door, Wen Mu was stunned by the dilapidated scene. It was obvious that the last tenant left in a hurry and did not clean it up. The intermediary company would not send someone to clean up this kind of place.

Uncleaned trash cans, twisted sheets and yellow quilts, dust accumulation on the ground, stepping on it, the dust will fly.

Wen Mu didn't know where to start, and he came back to his senses when he felt Weng Dingding pushing his suitcase forward.

Weng Dingding volunteered: "Brother! I'll help you clean the room!"

"No, I'll do it myself." Wen Mu smiled.

"I can work! I'm good at sweeping the floor!" After speaking, he hurried downstairs, picked up a broom from an unknown door and put it on his shoulder, ready to help.

Wen Mu came in a hurry and didn't have much common sense in life. Apart from a simple change of clothes and sheets and quilts, there were only some toiletries in the suitcase.

He stood there and thought for a while, and decided to clean up the bed first, so he should be able to sleep before going to work.

When Gu Chenglin came back from work, he saw that the door of a certain house on the second floor was wide open, the corridor was full of rubbish, and gray smoke and dust rushed out from the room. The house had not been lived in for nearly half a year, and it seemed that new residents had moved in.

Gu Chenglin didn't go upstairs immediately, but stopped in front of a room with steamed buns and soy milk. Gu Chenglin opened the door and walked in. He glanced at the old man in the wheelchair and asked, "Weng Ding nails."

The old man is not young, he looks like he is 80 years old, his body is thin, but his eyes are very bright: "Didn't you play in the yard?"

"No." Gu Chenglin poured the soy milk into a tea mug with broken porcelain and handed it to the old man, "No sugar."

"How do you drink it without sugar?" The old man frowned.

"Do you want to drink?" Gu Chenglin was impatient, "If you don't drink, you don't even have this sip."

The old man snorted, took the tea mug and said, "With your dog temper, you will never find a wife in this life."

"I like men, what kind of wife am I looking for?" Gu Chenglin handed him a bun.

The old man choked on the soy milk and took the bun again: "You can't find a male daughter-in-law either."

"Whatever." Gu Chenglin didn't care, "Eat by yourself, I'm leaving."

The old man choked on him a few words, but he wasn't really angry. Seeing that the man left, he turned the wheelchair and called him, "Cheng Lin."

"What are you doing?" Gu Chenglin didn't turn his head, "Don't say what I don't like to hear."

The old man frowned: "That's all right, let's go."

After watching Mr. Weng Dingding, Gu Chenglin stepped up the stairs in a few steps. Most of the stairs in Tongzilou are made of iron plates outside the building, and they make a slight noise when walking up.

Gu Chenglin wanted to step over the garbage at the top of the stairs, but when he heard Weng Dingding's voice, he turned his head and took a look.

In the messy room, there were one big and one small standing, Weng Dingding was wiping the table with a rag, and next to him was Wen Mu who just confessed his love to him yesterday.

Sensing the gaze from outside the door, Wen Mu raised his arm and wiped his face. He had never been so dirty in his life. He was sweating, his hands were covered with dirt, and there was still water on the floor, which condensed into mud after intimate contact with the dust. , stepped on the sole of a shoe.

It was so embarrassing.

Gu Chenglin only stayed for a few seconds, then walked away, entered the house, took a shower, lay on the bed and slept until he got up at two o'clock in the afternoon to go to work, the warm wood at the stairway was still not cleaned up, and Weng Dingding had already gone back to take a nap. He was left to work on his own.

But at least the room is suitable for people to live in, but there is too much garbage outside the door, Wen Mu ran back and forth three times and still hasn't finished throwing it away. When he came back from the alley, he didn't expect Gu Chenglin to stand at the door of his house, Wen Mu tried his best to forget his arrogance Regarding the smashing of the wine bottle, greet him peacefully: "Morning, you go to work."

Gu Chenglin put out the cigarette in his hand, found a huge garbage bag from nowhere, collected the garbage piled up at the door and threw it in, holding it in one hand: "The security of this place is not good, even if the door is locked, you can throw things away."

"Ah, thank you." Wen Mu glanced at the suitcase that was safely placed in the house, and said again, "Thank you." Seeing Gu Chenglin helping him carry the trash, he quickly said, "I will throw it away myself."

"Thank you for helping me move the drum kit." Gu Chenglin didn't say any more, and went downstairs with the garbage. The [-]-square-meter room was cleaned for at least five hours, and he said he was not a reincarnation of a fool?