What's it like to live in a room with poor sound insulation for many years?

I was lucky enough to experience it once. The live audio broadcast that made you fidgety and immersive was comparable to the ups and downs and climaxes in March of the Volunteers. I will never live there again.

It was the end of the Spring Festival holiday in 20 17. I haven't seen my girlfriend for half a year after graduation (we are in a different place). I am going to visit my girlfriend's company for a few days on my way back to work.

I didn't buy a berth ticket that time, and the hard seat 15 hours, during which I basically didn't sleep. Tell your girlfriend at 1 1 p.m. and come to her place around 7: 00 tomorrow morning. Who knows that my girlfriend said that his parents don't approve of us being together, and asked me not to look for him. Let me settle his parents before going to her place, otherwise she will not be in the mood to play with me, and then it will be like being poured cold water in anticipation.

I thought about it in the car for about two or three hours, and decided to get off two stops in advance and go to my hometown to find her parents, that is, get off at around three or four in the morning, and then tell my girlfriend what I think when she is sleeping.

Just after the Spring Festival, the weather is very cold. I got off at three or four in the morning and found a small shop near the station to eat a bowl of hot soup noodles. Then an aunt in her forties said that they had a room to live here. I thought I was tired and sleepy because I didn't book a hotel in advance, so I left with her, crossed several alleys and went upstairs. Now I think it's probably on the fourth floor.

After entering the door, it is the usual pattern in our own home. The kitchen and bathroom are public. The difference is that the bedroom is divided into many small rooms. I knocked and found that it was separated by wooden boards. The separated place was not completely closed and there was an opening on it. I guess it's for sharing air conditioning.

The room is very small, put down a bed, and there is a space of about one meter next to it. There is a table at the foot of the bed with a TV set on it, that's all.

I was lying in bed trying to sleep when someone knocked at the door. I asked what this was for. A woman's voice replied that it was room service, and I said no. Then she said to leave her contact information, call if necessary, and put a small card under the door (you know).

I continued to plan to sleep, probably because the house was not soundproof and woke up the guests next to me. I remember the sound of TV. After a while, there was a gasp of "uh-huh", and then there was the sound of torture in bed. That's a torture for me. I'm tired and sleepy. I'm not sleepy at all after graduation for half a year.

Besides, I was supposed to get off the bus to see my girlfriend the next morning. I don't know what it will be like to go to her parents' place now, but I still haven't had a chance to find her. It's hard to think of that.

Remembering the room service just now, I got up and picked up the little card. Secondly, I almost made the phone call above, but I finally held back and threw the small card outside the door to prevent a big mistake.

It lasted about ten minutes. I heard clearly what the two sides said, what was the woman's name, and the plane crash. The picture can be imagined by yourself, which can completely make you understand what sound insulation is to the extreme. Then it almost stopped and heard the sound of a lighter.

After that, the sound of the TV didn't stop. I heard someone open the door and go in and out, probably taking a bath.

I thought there was still a hard fight to be played the next day, so I covered my head with a quilt and set the alarm clock at eight o'clock, tossing and turning, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

Fortunately, I succeeded in persuading my parents. Now we have been married for two years and have children.