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it took me a while to move into my new home again.
The previous tenant of the house jumped off the building. I don't know why.
Paris in autumn is like a musty pile of knitted fabrics, suffocating sourness in every fold. I opened the window of the bedroom, and the high wall with countless windows on three sides rushed toward me, like countless pairs of dark and wet eyes, temporarily pressing the wriggling world into the pale scenery.
I found a long dress from a previous tenant in the closet and a hole in the wall with a tooth sitting in it. For that, I put my ear to the wall and listened for a while.
The landlord and the neighbors had a strange hostility towards me, warning me not to make any noise at night or to be kicked out of the building. I agreed to come down, and walked on tiptoe, even at home, cautiously, for fear of leaving any footprints and causing inconvenience to them.
Strangely, these moldy neighbors never leave the house.
I decided to go to the hospital to see Simone, my former tenant.
She was lying on the hospital bed, covered in bandages, with only one pair of eyes, a pair of nostrils and a mouth half exposed, with a missing tooth.
I met Stella who also came to see her. This beauty has a touch of sadness, like a psychedelic mushroom that makes me in a state of slight intoxication, unable to extricate myself.
She whispered Simone's name, and I saw her eyes open slightly, trying to identify us.
Stella clasped her hands tightly: "Look, your friends have come to see you too." Simone struggled to look at me, and immediately let out a desperate howl.
Aside from howling, I saw a long thin thread wafting out of the bandage on her face, trying to lure me forward to break it.
I returned to the apartment.
Over the years, this apartment has developed a well-established system. What to do, what not to do, and what to do when is extremely precise. It is like a big mouth, swallowing all kinds of people, forming the same character.
The tenants hinted to me in various ways about the rules of the role. When I walked into the cafe, they served me sugar cubes and chocolate milk.
"Is there a blue gaul?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, we only have Marlboro."
He looked like he was mocking my other options, which would be out of place if I insisted.
The first time I took it, it became the norm: chocolate milk, Marlboro, chocolate milk, Marlboro, chocolate milk, milk, milk, milk, milk, milk...
until I woke up and said, "No, I don't want chocolate. Milk, I want coffee!"
"But you always want chocolate milk."
"No, I never want chocolate milk, you keep giving me chocolate milk!"
"You don't think about chocolate milk?"
"No, I want it A cup of coffee!"
"Sorry sir, our coffee machine is broken."
I growled: "I know your conspiracy, you always give me chocolate milk and Marlboro that I hate, and ask me to change into cotton slippers to walk after ten o'clock, Just trying to turn me into Simone, step by step, because I took her place, you murderers!"
I put on a burglar alarm and didn't sleep until I couldn't open my eyes every night.
I'm on the brink of collapse.
What did Simone leave behind? Except for a scream, a tooth, a set of women's clothes. The cicada is dead, and the cicada is still alive, longing for a fresh body.
I tried to resist, knocked out one of my teeth and hid it in a hole in the wall, and dressed myself up as a woman.
"They want to force me to commit suicide... Okay, then I'll die for them to see!"
A weird basketball broke into my sight and rolled into my head.
"I think I'm pregnant."
Others hate death, I hate birth.
From birth, people can only blindly follow the rules. Like a car on a track, I am a car and all cars.
When I was standing on the window sill about to jump, all the tenants came out of the house, they were present with red wine, cheering and applauding.
No, not exactly the same!
I need a little deviation, even a little.
After I jumped off the building for the first time and didn't die, I dragged my body and crawled back to the room, and jumped down the second time. This is the difference that distinguishes me from everyone else, and this little deviation is my mockery of all the rules.
I jumped down the stairs in the same spot and lay on the same bed with the same bandages.
I heard Stella calling my name, and the faint sadness in her voice woke up from my stomach like a psychedelic mushroom. I opened my eyes slightly, and she held my hands: "Look, your friend has also come to see you."
I laboriously turned my eyes to the strange woman, and in an instant I understood everything: a part of the gums was empty, To be filled with teeth.
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