Although most of the time Miles Ke would not think about the fact that he was considered a waste by his family, he would still feel a little unconvinced occasionally.
But today he had a new understanding of his own waste.
It took me fifteen minutes to spread the newly bought sheets on the bed. When I pulled the left side, it was shorter on the right side, and when I pulled the right side, it was shorter on the left side. There were always waves in the middle. No matter how I pulled it, there were at least three waves. I was sweating all over, and the wound on my waist was a little painful, but I couldn't spread the sheets flat.
Finally, he decided to give up. He picked up the quilt cover and took a look at it. He gave up without even trying. He shook out the quilt cover and covered the bed with it. Then he put the quilt on it. It worked fine. He did the same with the pillow. He put the pillowcase on the pillow, then took some clean clothes and went into the bathroom.
In fact, when he lived at Holden's place, he took a shower every day, but for some reason, when he took off his clothes now, he had the illusion that he had not taken a shower since he left home.
Perhaps only now did he begin to feel that this was his own territory.
But he soon remembered that the lunatic Travis had the key and didn't allow him to change the lock. He suddenly felt unhappy, even though he didn't know how to change the lock.
Just buy it and replace it yourself?
Can the lock seller help me change it?
Or call it real estate?
Does the property management take care of this?
What's the property phone number?
Is my waist really that thick?
Mason faced the mirror, looking at his naked upper body. The knife wound on the right side of his waist, which he thought had almost healed, was now slightly red due to sweating.
It seemed that he overestimated Travis's stabbing ability.
Travis was not a master of swordsmanship, nor was Travis's plan to make a small cut as a threat.
This is because Travis is not good enough and has no control!
As soon as he thought of this, the heat generated by laying the sheets on his body disappeared instantly, and his back felt a little cold. If he had aimed his head a little further, he could have stabbed him directly in the stomach.
Travis was definitely a lunatic. With such skills, he actually dared to attack at such a fast speed. If he was stabbed in the stomach, he would probably be able to get through it.
Mason frowned, pressed the wound, and recited Namo Amitabha three times.
He didn't know why he had to recite this, but his mother always recited it.
Mason sighed and turned on the faucet. After a while, he stood under the nozzle and closed his eyes.
Cleanse the depressed mood of the past few days... dmn!
Mason was so shocked by the cold water from the shower head that he jumped back three or four times and only stopped when he hit the bathroom door.
Why is it cold water!
The water has been there for quite some time but it’s still ice cold!
He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself.
I didn’t see a water heater in the bathroom. Could it be that there is no water heater?
He opened the door and walked out, and saw a water heater hanging on the wall outside the bathroom, with the words "instant water heater" written on it.
So I went back in, turned on the faucet, and when I came out, I found that the water heater had not started.
Not plugged in? Mason looked up and saw that the plug was properly plugged into the socket.
That means you didn't turn on the gas?
So he looked again and was surprised to find that there was no gas pipe connected to the water heater.
"fcuk." Mason was so furious that he rushed into the living room wrapped in a bath towel, grabbed his cell phone, and dialed Travis's number.
The screen of the mobile phone displayed, "Jiang's brain is abnormal" and the number was being dialed.
Travis answered the phone fairly quickly, but he sounded particularly rude: "Who?"
"I, Mason," Mason said, "that water heater doesn't even have a gas pipe connected?"
"What gas pipe?" Travis asked.
"Water heater!" Mason walked back to the bathroom door and knocked on the water heater a few times. "How can I take a shower without hot water? It won't even start!"
"Whether it starts or not has nothing to do with whether the gas is connected or not." Travis sounded like he was lighting a cigarette. "It can start even if the gas is not connected. It just won't produce hot water."
"Don't talk to me about this, I'm just asking you..." Mason was interrupted by Travis mid-sentence.
"What's written on the water heater?" Travis asked.
"I..." Mason felt that he simply couldn't communicate with this person, but he still gritted his teeth and took a look at the water heater, "Isn't it just a model! What instant electric water heater!"
"Yeah!" Travis suddenly yelled, "This is a fcuking electric water heater! What the fcuk is this! A gas pipe!"
Mason was a little dazed by his roar. He had to put his phone away and press speakerphone, and then took another look at the words on the water heater.
This is indeed an electric water heater.
but.
"I don't care if it's electric or gas!" Mason controlled his voice, trying not to sound like a psycho, "It won't start now and won't produce hot water!"
"Is it plugged in?" Travis's voice returned to normal.
"It's plugged in." Mason glanced at the socket.
"Is the leakage circuit breaker turned on?" Travis asked again.
"What?" Mason was stunned.
"There is a small box on top, and there is a small lid on the small box. Open the small lid, and there is a small push but.ton inside," Travis said, "Push the little push but.ton up."
Mason didn't say anything. He followed Travis's instructions and operated the water heater among his pile of small tools. The screen of the water heater lit up.
"Has it started?" Travis asked.
"...It's started." Mason replied.
At this moment, he felt very embarrassed and didn't know what else to say next.
"That's great," Travis said, "much better than the three-and-a-half-year-old kid next door. The kid knows how to do it, but he can't reach it."
Mason didn't say anything.
"If you don't hang up within three seconds, I'm going to come over and beat you up," Travis said.
"Are your fcuking fingers broken and you can't hang up?" Mason hung up the phone after saying that. He was stunned for two seconds and slammed the phone against the sofa in the living room. The phone bounced twice and fell. On the floor, he entered the bathroom, "fcuk you."
He threw the bath towel onto the ground, turned on the faucet, and waited for the water in the shower head to emit hot steam. Then, Mason stood firmly in the hot water and closed his eyes tightly.
After showering with hot water for a while, Mason felt that his body was much looser, and the air in his chest gradually dissipated, but he also began to feel a little weak. He pressed his head against the wall, letting his whole body wrap around him. In warm hot water and steam.
He let out a long sigh.
Connor sat on a chair with his legs on the table and couldn't stop laughing for five minutes.
"It's not over, is it?" Travis looked at him.
"No," Connor smiled and turned around, "Is this Jaeger-LeCoultre an alien? Can't even use a water heater?"
Travis ignored him, looked down at his phone, saved Mason's number in it, and then punched his name a few times.
Cheng·Retarded·Ke.
"From this point of view," Connor started to analyze after laughing, "he should really be a pampered young master. Maybe rich people don't use water heaters at home, they just go to hot springs."
Travis bent down, picked up his slippers and threw them at Connor: "Shut up for a moment."
"I'm going to sleep," Connor yawned, "I have to go to the store early tomorrow morning, and then go to Nolan's place in the afternoon. I'll go in as soon as he opens the door."
"Well," Travis responded, "Just take the two of them over there and sit there. Don't get into a conflict with him. The old guy is quite dark."
"Is he evil?" Connor thought for a moment, "He hasn't done anything in all these years. He just looks a little fierce, and doesn't look like he has been involved in gangs before."
"You are blind, you can't see sh!t," Travis stood up and went into the bedroom, "Please lay the sofa flat to sleep, it's a little wider."
"No, my space is so narrow." Connor fell onto the sofa.
Travis slammed the bedroom door.
I didn't sleep that night, I suffered from insomnia.
Travis sat up in the middle of the night and glanced at the desk calendar on the bedside table. He had suffered from insomnia a little too much this month. He took the desk calendar and crossed out today's date.
Nothing has happened recently. Why do you always have insomnia?
He turned his head to look at the cat sleeping next to the pillow, who was sleeping soundly with his head twisted. He poked the cat's belly, feeling so envious.
Connor gets up at 6:30 in the morning. He is truly an outstanding young man. He has never been late for work in such a long time. Except for often driving around in the client's car, he has no problems at all.
After hearing the sound of Connor going out, Travis also got up, walked to the window, and looked out through the cracks in the curtains. It was still dark, the street lights were still on, and early risers were all in a hurry.
Travis stood at the window for almost twenty minutes, meowing along his pants and lying on his shoulders, meowing into his ears.
"Hey, okay, okay, I know you want to have breakfast," Travis pulled it off and threw it on the sofa, "I'm telling you, you'd better keep it away, because one day I'll get annoying and you'll have to go out to eat garbage. go."
After taking care of Miao and watching TV for more than an hour on the sofa, Travis went out and sat down in the breakfast shop opposite.
Leaning against the wall with his face facing the street, he could no longer remember when he developed this habit or how many years he had kept it.
In short, he wouldn't be able to eat if he wasn't in this position.
But he didn't sleep all night, and even in this position, he had no appetite.
He ordered a bowl of tofu pudding and a tray of steamed buns, and forced himself to finish them.
You must eat something. You must eat breakfast, lunch and dinner, and you can’t skip a bite. Even if you have no appetite, you still have to eat because your body needs it.
After eating, he walked around the street twice. In front of him was Lu Qian's rental house. Travis looked at the time and planned to go over and collect the rent. He couldn't delay it any longer. If one household pays, two more will follow. .
As soon as I reached the intersection, I saw the man from the house on the second floor pushing a breakfast cart and walking back.
This road is a bit rugged. Travis has been walking on this road for so many years, but he has never seen anyone repair it. The wheels of the car are very small, and it is difficult to move along the road as it bounces around.
He walked over, grabbed the handle of the car, and helped the man push the car out of a pit.
"Thank you." The man turned his head and said.
"You're welcome." Travis said.
The man was stunned, and the expression on his face instantly changed from gratitude to surprise to panic, and then he collapsed, with a look of sadness on his face.
"Third brother," he pushed the cart, half of his body leaning on it, but the cart did not move forward, "the rent..."
"You have to hand it in today," Travis said, "Don't keep asking day after day. It's been so long."
"I really don't have any money at the moment," the man said. "As you can see, my family now relies on this to get early transportation. Now when the city is established, it is not allowed to be displayed. I still went there secretly today, and I was evicted after not selling much. came back."
Travis continued to help him push the cart forward: "Don't worry about this month's work. Let's make up for the previous one."
"Third brother..." The man's voice was very sad, "The main reason is that my children are young and can't live without people, my wife can't go to work, and something happened in my hometown last month. ---."
"We can't make up for it today," Travis interrupted, "You will find another place to live within three days."
The man said nothing more and just kept pushing the cart.
Travis didn't say anything. He just helped him push the car into the corridor, and then followed him up to the second floor.
As soon as the door opened, three children ran out, called their father, and ran back and forth to play at the door, shouting excitedly.
Travis's brain hurt when he heard this, and he quickly entered the room.
The woman inside was sitting on a chair picking beans with a sad face. When she saw him come in, she was about to cry.
"Big sister, control yourself," Travis pointed at her, "Don't cry, I won't fall for it. The more you cry, the more annoyed I get."
The woman lowered her head and wiped her eyes.
The man sat down, sighed heavily, and was stunned for a while. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one and handed it to Travis: "Third brother..."
"You can smoke it yourself," Travis took out his cigarette, took one in his mouth and lit it, "Why do you still offer cigarettes after this?"
The man lowered his head and took a few puffs of cigarette, then gritted his teeth and said, "Third brother, just three more days, just three days..."
"Today," Travis said, "I will not keep the money today, and in three days I will ask someone to help you move."
The woman burst into tears.
"See," Travis leaned back in his chair, "You both know that even if I give you three more days, the result will still be the same."
"I really can't come up with money. I have to support my children and I can't even put food on the table." The woman cried and said, "Third brother, even if you force us to death, we can't come up with this money. Please help us, give it to us." Take some time to raise money."
"Who helps whom?" Travis said slowly, "Who helps whom? Who can help whom? No one in this world can help you. No one can see you at all. Do you understand?"
The man and the woman looked at him together, obviously not understanding.
If it were Connor, Travis would have beaten him up, but at this moment he didn't have any temper at all towards these two people, only annoyance mixed with resistance.
"You are renting so many houses and collecting so much money," the man said in a low voice, "Really, you won't lose our share, right? Can't it be a little later?"
"No," Travis said, "With your mentality, you wouldn't be able to come up with this much money even if I were ten years later."
The man said nothing.
Travis stood up: "If you have money, call me today. If you don't receive a call before 12 o'clock, I will ask someone to help you move in three days."
When he walked downstairs, Travis heard a quarrel on the second floor. The woman was crying and scolding the child, and the man was yelling something in a muffled voice.
Very annoying.
Travis lit another cigarette and held it in his mouth, feeling annoyed.
He took out his mobile phone and called Dabin: "In the past two days, keep an eye on the family on the second floor of Building 1. If they want to run away, let them run away, but don't let them take away the things in the house, including electrical appliances." What."
"Okay, Third Brother," Dabin responded, "Just... let them go?"
"What else can we do?" Travis said, "their belongings combined can't even cover the rent. It's better for them to leave and find someone else to rent the house."
"Can't we just drive him away?" Dabin asked.
"It's different." Travis said.
"Okay, I see," Dabin said, "I'll keep an eye on it for the next two days."
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Mason woke up. He looked at the time on his mobile phone in disbelief. He must have slept so soundly.
He sat up, pulled the quilt on his body, and found that the quilt underneath had been kicked to the foot of the bed at some point, but the quilt was still covering him.
He sighed, got out of bed slowly, washed up, and stood in front of the refrigerator and began to think.
He bought a lot of things in the supermarket yesterday. In addition to daily necessities and household items, he also bought a lot of food, intending to cook for himself at home.
Although he felt that this was an impossible task and he didn't even know how to start, he still bravely took out a tube of noodles and two sausages from the refrigerator.
Boiling noodles should be the easiest. If the difficulty coefficient of soaking instant noodles is 0.1, then boiling noodles is probably 0.5.
There was a knife holder on the desk, with three knives inserted on it, wide, narrow and long. He didn't know what they were used for. He took the long knife casually, put the red sausage on the chopping board, and gestured for a few seconds. , and then cut the red sausage into pieces.
The next steps, as he understood it, were to boil water. He decided whether to put the noodles or the sausage first, and whether to put them in after the water boiled or before it boiled. He decided to let fate take its course.
He took a small pot, took a pot of water, and put it on the stove.
This is a gas stove.
Not an induction cooker.
Then he confirmed that the gas pipe was connected. He looked again and found a small valve. He turned it and it should be open.
The next step is to light the fire.
He turned the knob and heard a series of tiny clicking sounds.
Yes, that was the sound. He happily waited for the flames, but until the clicking sound disappeared, the flames did not appear.
He reset the knob and turned it again, click, click, click, click…
He turned off the gas valve, turned around and walked out of the kitchen to cook some fcuking noodles.
He decided to go out to find a restaurant to eat something and get familiar with the surrounding environment.
While standing at the elevator door waiting for the elevator to come up from the first floor, Mason couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and typed a few words in the search bar.
How to ignite a gas stove
In fact, he thought there was something wrong with the stove, but after what he learned about the water heater yesterday, he really didn't dare to call Travis right away to complain about this broken stove.
-Open the valve in front of the stove, push the knob inward, and then rotate it to the left to reach a horizontal state. This is the maximum point of the switch. After ignition, adjust the size of the flame as needed.
Mason stared at the words and read them carefully. There was no problem with the operation, except that the knob was turned inward...where did "inward" mean?
The elevator dinged, and Mason put the phone back in his pocket. He would study it slowly when he came back later.
The elevator door opened and there was a person standing inside.
"...you?" Mason looked at Travis, who was standing straight and expressionless in the elevator. He had just stayed for one day and you came to collect the rent?
"Are you at home?" Travis said expressionlessly.
"Ah." Mason looked at him and suddenly became a little nervous.
He and Travis had actually met only a few times, but every time they met, Travis had an expression on his face, arrogant, mocking, and unhappy.
Now seeing his completely expressionless face, Mason suddenly felt uneasy.
He glanced at the fire axe next to him.
Travis raised his hand, and when Mason was about to step away, he realized that he had just poked at the elevator control panel.
The but.ton that was pressed should be the door closing but.ton, and the elevator door began to close.
Just when the door was closed with only a crack left, Mason saw blood flowing out from the hair on the left side of Travis's forehead, leaving a dark red line along the scar on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Mason asked in surprise.
Travis didn't answer and the elevator door closed.
When Mason rushed over and pressed the but.ton, the elevator had already started going down.
"fcuk." Mason stood there, a little dazed. He subconsciously wanted to help Travis, but soon realized that this man was "Third Brother", who was obviously in trouble, and he really didn't want to be involved in any inexplicable trouble again.
But why did Travis come here when he was injured?
Was the house his refuge before it was rented out?
Mason hesitated for a moment, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number that Jiang Naimai was not normal.
But Travis didn't answer the phone.
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