Who cares about those little cards in the bachelor apartment?

Since moving into a single apartment, I have been dazzled by the small cards that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, sidewalks, intersections, and elevators. Besides the cleaning lady, who else picked up those little cards?

In the past, I used to see this kind of small cards intensively, and I still stayed in hotels on business trips. Nowadays, they are not common in larger hotels.

In the hotel, out of curiosity and the vulgarity of men, they would always pick up small cards in the private space to "appreciate" which pieces of meat were white. I have been trying to figure out whether they spent the money they saved on fabric on printing fees. The cards are so clear and more exquisite than the business cards of some leather bag company bosses. Every time I tried to call to find out what happened, I gave in because of the warm reminders from the policeman on the wall of the hotel.

At that time, I had a stable job, and I didn’t have to worry about getting rich. My life was very regular, and I could take care of both nightlife and sex life. Occasionally on business trips, I would add some flair to these little cards I encountered and use them as conversation material for a few grown men to chat about.

After changing jobs, the environment also changed. I didn’t have many friends around me, lived in a single apartment, and lived on the line between two o’clock every day. On the contrary, I started to think about human nature. I just didn’t expect that the first question that came to my mind when I thought about it deeply was that apart from these little cards going into the cleaning lady’s trash can, who else had picked them up?

Is he a wretched and empty man? Or an urban macho with excess hormone secretion? Just when I was puzzled, a tweet "There is no sex life in Beijing" popped up on the homepage through an APP. I couldn't help but be surprised by the rapid technological revolution.

Construction technology has improved, but the sound insulation effect of the bachelor apartment is very poor. The sound of the tenant next door typing on the keyboard can be clearly heard. According to the landlord, there is an older lady in her 30s living next door. The eldest sister next door comes back around 10pm every night and leaves on time before 7am. Judging from the sound of the door opening and closing, I always leave in a hurry every morning and always come back lazily every day. I have lived here for more than a month, and I have never heard any other pleasant sounds, not even a pleasant moan.

Like most migrant workers, I set out every morning with the determination to change the world. When I came back at night, I was fucked submissively by the world. The girl in the elevator was very charming, even if I don’t even bother to take a second look at my big breasts and big butt. I went home and fell asleep. I didn't even have an erotic dream before being woken up by the alarm clock. I didn't have the time to pay attention to those little cards.

On Friday night, there were obviously more cars under the bachelor's apartment, and the small cards were more abundant and wider than usual, scattered all the way to the corridor and aisles. While waiting for the takeout, I secretly observed in the aisles to see if anyone would pick up these colorful things. By 12 o'clock in the morning, the late takeout was delivered, and no one picked up the cards.

It wasn’t until a few men came back from drinking, loudly discussing girls and immoral topics as they got out of the elevator, that someone finally mentioned these little cards on the floor.

The four men supported each other, and it was impossible to tell who was drunk. In short, they couldn't walk straight, but they were obviously still drunk and understood. Speaking of these cards, it is not necessarily a simple solicitation of prostitution, but may also be a "fairy jump".

I have seen in the news that someone was caught "throwing a small card to solicit prostitution", and I have also seen reports of throwing a small card to play "Fairy Jump". In the information age, this information must be clear to everyone.

It is said that those wretched men with little experience in the world and excessive secretion of hormones are the target audience of small cards. But this has not been confirmed by authority, and there is no data support, so it is impossible to present an accurate portrait. However, the selection and performance of many supporting male characters in brain-dead idol dramas can be regarded as a reference template: rich imagination, love to read pornographic books, secretly hiding in the toilet and masturbating ...Looking through official history and unofficial history, the target of the honey trap must also know himself and his enemy.

Starting from the surrounding environment, we can analyze some ways. There are more than a dozen contiguous single apartments. Apart from a few convenience stores and fast food restaurants, the rest are cost-effective hotels and pedicure shops. There are no decent cafes, bars, or flower shops.

The young men and women here all take separate sides when entering the elevator. Except for a silver-haired couple in their 70s, no one has ever held hands in the elevator. There is no need to pick up girls or have an affair here. The wretched man who can't stand it just needs to secretly pick up a small card in a place where the street lights can't shine when no one is around and lie down on the bed to indulge in obscenity.

There is no love in a bachelor apartment. When I see every pretty girl coming home from get off work, carrying a 5-pound bottle of mineral water in her right hand, a lunch box in her left hand, and a schoolbag on her back, she is regarded as a brother who lives in the same building. She was also unceremonious and helped press the 15th floor button without even saying "please".

Several men in their 50s in the elevator, who were said to be house maintenance workers, saw that it was the girl’s order. They quickly straightened their necks, stepped up and pressed the elevator button, and at the same time raised their voice to tell dirty jokes. The volume is like a flock of crowing roosters. Several young men in their 20s stared at the mobile phone screen with their heads hanging down, leaning on the elevator.

People who arrive in a city for the first time, wander around, and temporarily live in single apartments, all have at least several common characteristics: first, they all have dreams, and at least believe that the world can still be improved through hard work. Get rewarded. Second, they are all relatively poor, at least not rich, and it is basically impossible to live in old age. Third, they are all relatively young and strong, at the age when hormone secretion is strong.

There are also many people with insomnia in single apartments. At two or three in the morning, open various software and locate within 500 meters. There will always be more people online around the single apartment than in other places, and the ratio of men to women can be equal. . After reading the people near a certain message, you will receive an attentive invitation to add friends. A brother's call is extremely affectionate, which is a kind of comfort in a strange place. After a string of Morse codes from QT7BBY12B, a 3D girl with a breast cover that looked like a small card jumped on the screen. I have to be surprised again at the advancement of technology.

Physically speaking, a group of middle-aged people like wolves and tigers, both men and women, have needs. It’s just that some people fall into lust. Some people endure the torment of burning desire to keep their souls clean and look forward to love.

There are no hunters or prey in the bachelor apartment, and there are no romantic encounters here. No woman expects the man upstairs to take her around the world. The man upstairs does not expect the woman downstairs to save him 10 years of hard work. Men who don’t want to struggle move out of their bachelor apartments, and women who don’t want to struggle get into luxury sports cars.

My impression of the single apartment is neither good nor bad. I never dislike the people in this apartment. In the future, I am destined to take root here. I don’t expect the small cards to transform me into a living person. I just hope to become an observer in the single apartment. Through this strange experience, I will get closer to literature and spy on this city surrounded by small cards. apartment.