[De-Incineration of Miscellaneous Fish Novels] Bell Sounds 1

FischKatze
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IPFS
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Reposting, just for completeness.

When the door was pushed open, the sound of the glass bottle falling to the ground came in response to the rattling of the door shaft.

The unlit room was dark and quiet, but at the same time there was a stench.

I followed the wall, groping for the location of the light switch in my memory. The lights were on, the room was in a mess, and a big cockroach trotted quickly between the sour smell and the rubbish on the floor. I looked at it and was stunned for a while, but for a while I couldn't figure out where I should go next.

After passing a short corridor, you will reach the location of the living room of this apartment. I guess she'll be lying on the couch at this point, as always. Sure enough, when I was kicking and stepping on all kinds of garbage, and a few pieces of ground that were rarely covered by garbage and exposed, the short distance was like climbing mountains and mountains, and her sleeping face was slowed down by the goose-yellow light in the entrance. It slowly diffused into the living room area and blurred into my eyes.

"Hey!" I leaned against the wall and called to her, but she was like a corpse, motionless on the sofa. So I turned on the lights in the living room area again, and I saw a table full of wine bottles, and there were many glass shards in the corner by the window.

I was taken aback, but I didn't see any big blushing around, and the tightened muscles relaxed a little, and I calmed down my heart, which had been beating wildly since I entered the room.

I slid down the backpack with one shoulder. After I took out a few garbage bags in the bag, I fastened the magnetic buckle of the backpack and put it back on my shoulders. I started from the hallway to the living room, picking up all kinds of waste along the way and sorting it a little bit. At the same time, I avoided the various colored glass shards on the ground. In this way, I carefully cleared a path from one corner of the living room to the other corner of the space, that is, by the window.

The moment the window was opened, the wet night wind greeted him.

Although this wind, which is a little heavy due to the humidity, used to make me disgusted with the thick feeling of the turn of spring and summer, but now I am in this room, I am grateful that this sticky wind is not at all. saving my lungs.

I stayed by the window and took a few deep breaths before turning my head to look at her, who was lying on the sofa, with a peaceful face and a sound sleep. Her eyes were still swollen, but fortunately, fortunately, her breasts still rose and fell regularly, and fortunately, fortunately, her bare wrists, neck, face, etc., were not stained with worrying red.

After taking another deep breath, I continued to pack the empty wine bottle, packaging of various exotic foods, and many pieces of paper torn by her, from the floor to the table, from the living room to the porch, and then to the entrance. A genius lived like this, and his heart was reluctant to give up because of her talent, but she was despised by her appearance. But if it is said that what I found when I entered the door today is her body, perhaps I will lose the meaning of life even more in the future - even if life has always squeezed out the meaning of my existence.

After I finally put the garbage bags full of various wastes in the hallway, I turned to the small balcony next to the kitchen to look for a broom and dustpan. In the dim balcony, I actually found a lot of empty wine bottles and cigarette butts - cigarette butts? I'm surprised, is there anyone else here? Or was it left over two weeks ago? Or, she who has always hated the smell of cigarettes has also started to learn to smoke?

However, at this time, I don't want to make more guesses. I just want to tidy up after returning to this space a week late, and then wait for her to wake up.



Reposting an old post, just for completeness. For those who have read it, please forgive me>"< (Please don't clap your hands, or you seem to be cheating...)
On the one hand, I wanted to throw the entire collection of novels into the furnace (burning) because of the furnace, and on the other hand, I made minor revisions, but the number of revisions of the old texts was full.

Thanks also to all of you who are willing to take the time to watch the trash 🙇🏻‍♀️

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