8

  At 6:10 in the afternoon, she arrived on time and Ye Cangran sat in her favorite seat by the window. When he saw her, he smiled, revealing a row of neat white teeth. This boy was really good-looking. In her heart, she secretly thought that if you gain a little weight, you'll be fat, and if you lose a little weight, you'll be thin. Like dealing with a mischievous but lovable child, you can't get seriously angry.

  She walked over to find a glass of water in front of him and a guitar leaning against the chair. He explained, "I have a concert tonight at God's Curve. A band from Beijing is coming, do you want to go?"

  She shook her head gently: "No, I don't understand rock music."

  He asked her "What would you like to drink?"

  "A glass of plain water is fine. Where's the contract?"

  She pulled out a few sheets of paper from her shirt pocket and placed them in front of her. She lowered her head and read seriously, feeling strange as she read. When she looked up, the boy opposite her had an almost infatuated gaze. For some reason, she felt flustered and wondered why every time they were together, she would become so nervous. Pretending to be calm, she signed her name on the last page, her hand nearly trembling. The boy took the paper, signed his own name next to hers, and handed it back to her with an unusually serious tone: "One for you, one for me." She almost laughed out loud but restrained herself.

  She put the contract in her purse and stood up to leave, he also stood up and stood in front of her again, one hand stretched out, she instinctively dodged back, his hand stopped two centimeters away from her, fingers open, a bunch of keys fell out, clinking: "The big one is the key to the iron gate, the small one is the key to the wooden door. There's also a medium-sized useless key strung up there."

  She hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking the key. He didn't take the opportunity to hold her hand, and for some reason she felt a slight sense of disappointment.

  He slung his guitar over his shoulder and said to her, "I'm in a hurry and won't be able to have dinner with you. I might be busy until very late tonight, so I'll just stay at my friend's place in Jiangnan. You can move in today and tomorrow is Saturday, I'll come over and we can go move your stuff together." When she heard the first part of what he said, she felt a bit uneasy again, but when she heard the second part, she thought he was still being considerate, yet she said, "No need, my stuff isn't much, I can just go to school tomorrow and bring it over myself."

  He stared at her without hesitation: "No way, you have to wait for me to come back." He seemed a bit embarrassed and said: "That sheet is newly changed." Then he ran away.

  As she watched him run away, she felt a sense of dizziness and familiarity. The key in her palm was warm with his body temperature, and she grasped it tightly.

  She still listened to his words and stayed in the shared house for the night. Before going back, she went to the commercial building next door to buy some daily necessities such as shampoo and soap, which were almost used up at school. When she came out of the commercial building, the sky had already turned completely dark.

  The voice-controlled lights in the building seemed to be particularly sensitive, and they lit up as soon as she let out a slight cough. This time, when she went to find 503 again, she didn't feel as nervous and hesitant as before. She quickly found the house with black shoe mats in front of the door. Remembering what he had told her - that the big key was for the iron gate and the small one was for the wooden door - a thought flashed through her mind: what was the medium-sized key used for? However, it was only for a second, and she wouldn't waste too much brainpower on something unrelated.

  She was worried that she would have to bother finding the light switch, but unexpectedly, when she pushed open the wooden door, a small table lamp in the corner of the living room wall was shining with a warm yellow light. Her heart suddenly felt warm. She turned around and carefully locked the anti-theft door and then locked the wooden door. Last time she came, she didn't have time to take a closer look at the house. Before finding her own room and bathroom, she took a glance at the living room first.

  The living room is very simple, with only one solid wood dining table and two matching chairs. The composite wooden floor is clean and smooth, reflecting a uniform luster in the soft light of the table lamp. She searched around the door and found the switch for the skylight on the ceiling. No wonder if this house belongs to an old man, the switch should be designed at the entrance, which is more convenient.

  The direction of the left hand seemed to be the kitchen. She walked towards the right hand, where there were two closed doors. On one door was a crescent moon with writing on it: "Like Frost's Room". The handwriting was elegant and not unpleasing. Looking at the opposite door, there was a full moon with eyes facing the crescent moon, smiling in a curved line, written: "Grade Wind Flowing Leaf Public Son's Room". She smiled silently.