The woman who lives next door to us

After graduation last year, my boyfriend and I ended a four-year long-distance relationship and began to live together. Because the rent in Hangzhou is too expensive, and we don't want to share the bathroom with others, we rented a single room with balcony, master bedroom and bathroom. The balcony is used next door, only a wall blocks our breasts. ?

Soon after we moved here, a young couple came next door. As strangers, we hardly talk to our next-door neighbors and never say hello even when we meet on the stairs.

It's summer, we live on the top floor, and it's sultry. We always open the balcony door as soon as we get home, and then look around the next door. The woman next door always wears a small sling with a groove. Not long after living, we often hear the woman next door clamoring for sleep. This woman always screams loudly. At first, we will stick our ears to the wall curiously.

Later, we found out that they sometimes pretend, so we were not so curious. Finally, it's boring to wake me up from my sleep at one or two in the morning.

Of course, they are not always so loving, and sometimes they hear quarrels or fights.

I always go to work after 12 noon. Once at 10 in the morning, they suddenly had an argument. Later, I even heard the woman being beaten. The man closed the window so that no one could hear him, while the woman shouted for help and slammed the window hard, begging him not to smash it. I panicked when I heard it. Isn't this the only scene on TV? It doesn't seem good to leave, but I still overcame my impulse. I called my boyfriend, who calmed me down for a while and told me to leave it alone. If they were acting, it would be embarrassing, so I nervously posted it on the wall to pay attention to the voice next door.

I don't know if they are both tired, but I haven't heard a sound for a while. They seem to have made up when they come back at night. Of course, quarrels can be heard at one or two in the middle of the night, often because it affects the next day's work.

Later, I don't know whether I was reported or broke up with that man. In a word, I can hardly hear any sound.

I went back to the next door at night and was changed. At noon the next day, my next-door neighbor asked me at the stairs, "Were you at home yesterday afternoon?" I looked puzzled, because the first time she spoke to me, I shook my head. She lowered her voice: "I'm not at home either. My husband told me that three men came to move her yesterday and later raped her, which made her very painful ... "I was speechless. Should I accuse her husband of ignoring everything? But what if it were me? I can't do anything, and I probably won't.

Nearly half a year has passed, and I occasionally think of the woman who lives next door, although I have never seen her face clearly.