My live-in girlfriend

"Wang Tongxie, I'm going home. I'm going on a blind date. You have to take care of yourself!" This is the text message Mo Xiaoyu sent me before leaving. I had mixed feelings after seeing it! Time flies so fast. I have known Mo Xiaoyu for half a year without realizing it. I can't help but think of every detail of the past six months.

I met Mo Xiaoyu on July 6, which was the first day I came to Fujian. When I was walking along the streets of Fuzhou with my password box, looking for a rental house without any direction, I realized that The summer in Fuzhou was so hot. I kept looking at the rental information posted on the roadside, making phone calls, and asking people around me. I was busy from two o'clock in the afternoon to five o'clock in the afternoon, but still without any results. I was thinking that when I reported to the company the next day, carrying big and small bags, it would be strange if the security guard didn’t treat me as an African refugee. The summer in Fuzhou is so strange. The good weather can occur without any warning, and all it takes is a burst of black clouds to drift through the rain and fall like broken beads. I quickly ran to the nearest bus stop to take shelter from the rain, only to notice a girl already standing there. They were also carrying large and small bags. It looked like they were new to Fuzhou and looking for rental housing just like me. Yes, that was Mo Xiaoyu. We met at a rainy bus stop and started our relationship from there. Maybe it was God's favor, but a house rental advertisement was posted at the bus booth. I impatiently called it... Not long after I walked into the room, Mo Xiaoyu also walked in with her luggage. It turned out that we were watching. What I received was just a different piece of paper with the same message. In this way, we became a family, each living in a two-bedroom house with a shared living room and kitchen.

When I woke up early the next morning, I found a piece of white paper taped to Mo Xiaoyu’s door, which said, "No entry for idlers." Maybe she was used to the female dormitory in the university, which is more formal. There are signs saying "Men Only" at the door of the university's female dormitories, and there are dedicated management staff standing guard 24 hours a day. What's hateful is that the warning sign on Mo Xiaoyu's door clearly depicts Mr. Guan's Qinglong Yanyue Knife, with a few drops of liquid drawn on the blade. The moment I saw this, I wanted to give her the middle finger. What a bad start! A good gambler will lead to poverty for three generations, a fierce wife will ruin a life, and a bad neighbor will put you in a bad mood. What’s even more despicable is that when I opened the door after get off work, I saw a piece of paper on the ground. It was obviously stuffed through the crack of the door. It was written on the "Shared Tenancy Regulations" in order to maintain a common environment for everyone and to have a comfortable rest. For the venue, the following regulations are tentatively formulated. If there are any deficiencies, they will be gradually improved and added. First: No personal items are allowed in the public living room, except for neatly arranged books; second, outsiders are not allowed in the rental house, especially unscrupulous people; third, disheveled people are not allowed to enter; fourth. You are not allowed to walk around the living room after ten o'clock in the evening; fifth, you are not allowed to eat instant noodles and other junk food that can easily pollute the air quality in the room at night; sixth, everyone must take turns cleaning the living room for a day...more than 30 items in total. At that time, I That anger. Is this a private space or a public place? Why do you have the final say? There are people like me who can only cook instant noodles and add eggs. Do you want to go on a hunger strike? What kind of talent is considered to be neither three nor four? I had a hundred thousand reasons that instantly occupied my mind, but my reason told me to calm down and wait and see what happens, so I survived in such an imprinting environment.

One night, I worked overtime until ten o'clock and dragged my tired body back to the rental house. When I arrived at the door, I found that after typing for a day, my hands felt like they were cramped and they were not flexible at all. I was holding the key but couldn't insert it into the keyhole. This embarrassing operation lasted for about two minutes. I finally opened the door. The moment I entered, a black shadow jumped out. My first reaction was that there was a thief. Before I could react, metal objects hit my head, face, and body. After a burst of severe pain, I fell to the ground holding my head. I shouted desperately, "There is a thief, catch the thief!" "At this time the room light was turned on. The scene at that time was that I fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, holding my head in my hands. Not to mention how embarrassed I looked. Look at Mo Xiaoyu again. She is sweating profusely, holding a shovel in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand. Her appearance is very similar to the God of Cookery played by Stephen Chow.