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Zhu Zhu mobile phone photography

A stranger lives upstairs. From morning till night, from when I was asleep to when I woke up, he always made a sound above my head, as if to remind me that someone was upstairs.

I thought that after knocking at the door in the middle of the night, he would restrain himself and regain the forgotten public morality. At least, he is no longer as tinkling as digging in the middle of the night, and it is difficult to sleep.

Until one night the other day, maybe I was a little impatient. It's already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the great god upstairs is still working tirelessly day and night, sleepless.

I once doubted whether this neighbor on my head was human. From six or seven in the morning until two or three in the morning, I was really sleepy, and I fell into a deep sleep with the tinkling sound from the ceiling upstairs.

From going out to work in the morning to coming back from work at night, the restless jingle still lingers in my mind all day, lingering like a ghost, lurking in the depths of my soul.

Recently, the weather in Shenzhen is bad, mostly foggy and gloomy. Weekends without blue sky are not worth seeing the scenery and shooting beautiful films, so I live in a rented house, sleep in and read piles of good books borrowed from the library.

After staying at home for two days at the weekend, I finally had time to calm down and read, but I also listened to the tinkling sound for two days. During the day, he didn't pee constantly. Sometimes he stops for half a day, sometimes for three or two hours, and sometimes for a whole day.

Man is also an animal that is easy to be mean. Sometimes you can't help but miss the familiar jingle after sitting quietly reading for a long time. I hope there are a little different notes and elements around me to help me move my body and mind that have been in a calm state.

More often, he reads at home on weekends, and he doesn't close the door to rest. I was reading downstairs, and he was singing loudly upstairs, making some annoying noises. He really thinks he is a mountain stream.

Coincidentally, when dusk comes and the day sets, BLACKPINK, the familiar tinkling voice, appears on time, just like the news broadcast that starts at seven o'clock every night.

That night, I was really sleepy and a little upset. At half past two, I heard the noise above again. Needless to say, I come here several times every minute or two, just like striking the iron. When your anger has been raging, he is friendly and his voice is getting smaller and smaller, and he gradually stops.

I thought he would turn over a new leaf, calm down and have a good sleep with self-knowledge, but when I finally calmed down my inner anger, closed my eyes and let my sleepiness spread, he began to tinkle again, and my pent-up anger burst out like a volcano, and I could no longer deceive myself.

I dressed angrily and went upstairs again. As soon as I went upstairs, the tinkling sound disappeared. The light leaking from the door and the children's voices in the room, I knew that the family living upstairs was still awake, and the shoes scattered like defeated soldiers at the door tripped me again.

"Can you keep your voice down and stop banging on the floor?" I knocked on the iron gate three times, trying to contain my anger.

"It's not us, it's knocking next door." A man's voice came from the room.

Last time he knocked on their door, he said it was next door, and this time he said it was next door. It seems that they have wronged their families. The one next door is so annoying.

However, I clearly heard the jingle coming from the ceiling above the room, that is, the floor of their house, but he said it was coming from next door.

It may be the resonance of the floor. I came next door with a grain of salt. There was no movement in the door, and there was no light. I should have turned off the lights and gone to bed a long time ago.

In order to find out the real culprit of jingle, I didn't knock at the door, but stood quietly in the dark corridor, listening to which one the sound came from.

Two or three minutes later, the familiar tinkling sound sounded, hitting the floor so strongly and hitting the floor.

At that moment, I liked the tinkling noise that I used to hate day and night. It rang as scheduled in my expectation, making it easy for me to hear people.

Following the sound, I came to the house that just knocked at the door. The sound came from their house. It was the sound of the child knocking on the floor with a toy, and the mother told the child to stop knocking.

"Dangdang Dangdang", I knocked on their door again and swept the shoes I hated in front of the door aside, so as not to accidentally quarrel and trip me up in the future.

"Who is it?" Another man's voice came from the room.

"Dangdang Dangdang", I was silent and kept knocking on their doors.

"Who? Knock at the door in the middle of the night! " It was the man's voice, but he wouldn't open the door.

"Dangdang Dangdang", I continued to knock at the door. If he doesn't open, I'll keep knocking until he opens.

When I knocked at the door, there was a "jingle" sound on the floor of his room, which seemed to be intended to respond to my continuous knocking.

"Son, stop knocking." With the man's reprimand, the "jingle" in the room finally stopped and the iron gate in front of me finally opened with a bang.

"Can you ask your children not to knock on the floor in the middle of the night? Everyone downstairs is going to sleep and have to work tomorrow. What time is it now? It's three o'clock, big brother. " I spoke before he could reprimand the people who kept knocking at the door.

The door was ajar, and a young man about my height stood on the open side of the door, wearing a long-sleeved dress with Logger Vick's head on it and a pair of jeans. His hair is unkempt, so he can build a nest.

Seeing my sweeping verbal bombardment, he seemed a little at a loss. His half-open mouth had something to say, but it was suppressed by my words. Of course, he didn't expect that he had a fire to spill, but he didn't want to be knocked at the door by an uninvited guest first.

The brave win in the narrow road, and I'll take the lead. He didn't have room to fight back, nor did he think of a good word to fight back. That's because he was wrong first.

"Eldest brother, it is three o' clock in the morning. Can you stop your child for a while? " Seeing that he was shocked by my sudden verbal offensive, I slowed down my speech.

"Well ... the children are playing with toys, and I can't help it." He faltered, and in order to cover up the embarrassment that he had just been preempted, he consciously straightened up.

"That you also have a good coax! Which child doesn't sleep in the middle of the night? " I was surprised at his pale excuse.

"This child is like this, I can't help it?" He slowly regained his composure and confidence.

"You just have to coax it!" I tried to control my temper.

"This child is like this. What can I do? " He is still an impeccable indifference.

"If the son doesn't teach, the father will make a mistake." I am speechless when I meet such a father.

When his father and I didn't exist, the little boy picked up the Logger Vick model plastic toy beside him and kept banging on the floor, muttering, "Stop, Xiong Er Bear, don't run!"

"Look, it was your child who knocked on the floor, and you told me it was next door?" I wear WeChat on my face, and I am outspoken, trying to minimize his embarrassment.

With that, I put my head into the room and took a look. Their house is the same size and layout as mine, but its contents are not as full as the one next door. A bed, a wardrobe, a table, three or four plastic chairs, and the rest is a children's playground. There is a toy amusement park with a diameter of less than one meter in the middle of the room. There is a zoo and Disney Castle in the amusement park, and two locomotives are parked on the tracks. Cars are scattered all over the room, as well as toys haunted by Transformers, GG Bond, Peggy Piggy and Bear.

The room was like a pigsty, and the little boy had a good time. There is another person in the kitchen. His wife should be busy.

"Ok, I'll coax him to go to bed early and stop knocking on the floor." As if afraid that I would see more secrets of their family, the man closed the door without saying anything, and the room was still as lively as a playground.

"It's three o'clock, don't disturb others to sleep!" Unwilling, I let out a cry in the room through the iron gate.

Back to my room, I slept again, and my head was still moving, except for the jingle, the rumble of cars on the floor, and the hiss in my mouth like a deflated balloon.

Later, I told the landlord about this situation and let him handle it. The landlord's reply is that the upstairs promised to pay attention and try to keep the children quiet.

After a long time, you get used to it. Whenever the tinkling sound upstairs rings again, I pick up the stick I found in the corridor and knock on the ceiling. After knocking twice, everything was quiet, and I felt lonely, quiet and rare.

I came back from work at nine o'clock last night, feeling so tired that I didn't want to cook, so I ate a bowl of beef and fried Lamian Noodles in Lanzhou Lamian Noodles downstairs. It's almost home, so I don't want to move in bed. I just took a quick shower and fell asleep, too lazy to talk.

When I slept, I didn't dream. When I wake up, it's just three o'clock in the morning, usually at bedtime every night. I seem to know that I am very tired and weak today. The little boy upstairs made no noise. Maybe he is noisy and tired, and needs a rest as much as I do.

I woke up at seven o'clock this morning and slept until twelve o'clock. I have made up all the sleep I missed this week, and I am completely transformed and full of energy.

The little boy upstairs seems to have a good rest and started his tireless "work" day and night, banging Logger Vick and shouting "Stop, Xiong Da Xiong Er, don't run!"

All along, I feel that living in other places, real life is the poem and distance I yearn for, real life is that people who love me are far away from mountains and rivers, and real life is as free to read and write as living in seclusion between ancient cities.

After living in Longhua village for nearly half a year, I gradually understand that life can be far and near, high and low, elegant and vulgar, poor and rich, sad and happy, valuable and despicable. What matters is how you look at it.

Living on my left is a family of three who often quarrel. My husband plays mobile games day and night, and my wife silently endures all the grievances. My daughter thinks there is a wolf next door who can eat children without sleeping.

Living on my right is an unknown family. My son and daughter started primary school at the age of seven or eight. My mother looks a little old, honest and virtuous like a rural woman. You can hear the clatter of the kitchen knife cutting vegetables on the chopping board next door for three meals a day. The rhythm is lively but not noisy. It is comfortable to be next to them.

There is a family of three who live above me all day. This house is like an amusement park. The husband and wife let the children make trouble, regardless of whether they ask or not, and they don't teach the children. They just spoil them and take it for granted that they live their ordinary lives and never consider whether their lives will affect their neighbors.

For me, they are like three life classics in front of me, which let me taste and understand what the world is. Everything that happens in their lives is considered shameful, and so are the joys and sorrows. It seems dull, simple and vulgar, but it alludes to a profound and thought-provoking lifestyle and philosophy.

Life is like this, so is life, both of which exist objectively. Even if you can't see or touch it, how you want to live depends on how you choose and look at it.

I like photography, and I like the change of light and shadow. Even the ever-changing and beautiful photos are just a clever combination of light and shadow.

The same is true of life, which consists of pleasant light and annoying shadows. When you combine the two organically without chaos, life will not be ugly and chaotic. When you realize and discover some laws of their combination, you will dig and create life as a work of art, and life will naturally be sunny and the sky will be rainbow.

I feel like a bystander in life. Whether I like it or not, my life will still be influenced and influenced by them intentionally or unintentionally. I've been angry, laughing it off and turning a deaf ear.

After a long time, I also learned how to be really calm and indifferent.

The light and shadow of life, in my opinion, is the most precious wealth and gift of life.

People who truly understand life, even if they are burned in the vulgar gossip furnace for a long time, will not only turn into ashes and smoke, but also cultivate a pair of eyes that penetrate the world, look down on the ups and downs of life and laugh at the impermanence of nature.

Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform. There is nothing, so there is no dust.

Vulgarity is life; Elegance is also life.

Sadness is life; Happiness is also life.

But vulgar Kaya, sad and happy, is really comfortable.