When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 32

Valentin's words were astonishing. No matter how confident I was, I never expected to live with him so soon. I was at a loss, stuttered, and couldn't shake the word "good" for a long time.As if seeing that I was extremely shocked, Valentin explained that it was because his house was about to expire in May, and the rent around the new car dealership was not cheap, and he wanted to find someone to share the rent with, just to see the location of the house It was very close to Mo, so I asked.

Things happen for a reason, things happen for a reason.I breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at him with a frank expression, as if he was really looking for someone to share the rent, as if he would just go to Renfang.com to advertise and finish the job if I didn't agree.But if he really finds someone else, I will quit.

Don't they just live together, if something really happens, just move out at worst.I didn't want to appear coy, so I agreed with my heart.

He asked me if I need to pay liquidated damages for my current house, and he can help me pay part of it. I quickly waved my hand and said don’t worry, my house expires in June, and the remaining months can be transferred to my schoolmates for short-term rent, no There are losses.Only then did he feel relieved, his eyebrows raised, and the corners of his mouth curled to one side, a little excited.

After that, I searched for a house and looked at the house. When I had nothing to do, I browsed the renting website. When I saw a good one, I sent it to Valentin and asked him to contact the landlord. I didn’t have to talk to the landlord in stuttering Russian like when I was renting a house. Negotiations, always be on guard against being cheated; sometimes I see suitable ones on Chinese.com, and I will talk about them. I just looked at four or five listings in this way. After more than half a month, I finally finalized the sixth price of an apartment in the city center. building.

The number of floors is chosen by me. My mother’s fortune teller said that I have three in my life. I don’t understand what it means to have three in my life. I take it for granted that it is a multiple of three, which is a lucky number. It is between the 4th floor, the 5th floor and the 6th floor. I chose 6 without hesitation.Valentin laughed at me and said deliberately: "No, 6 is the lucky number of the devil, and bad luck will crawl in."

I said bah bah we dismantle the putty and don't believe it, even if Satan crawls in, it won't work.

At the end of April, Valentin and I picked a weekend to move. I made a special trip to read the almanac, and it was an auspicious day for housewarming.The sun was very rare in Moscow that day. Valentin borrowed a pickup truck and drove downstairs to my house. It took three trips to move my miscellaneous belongings.Because of this, Valentin scolded me a lot, saying that the women didn't bother me, and that the clothes were packed in seven or eight boxes, and they had to be packed in a cart alone.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon on the third trip. I dragged the last piece of luggage onto the car, took off my down jacket and wiped off my sweat. In the distance, Valentin stretched his long legs into the car and closed the door, and the pickup started to back up. The sound of beeping; I looked up at the bright sun, and felt that everything was like a dream.

The new apartment is farther away from the school than my previous house, but closer to the city center and therefore more expensive.In addition to the master bedroom, the house also has a second bedroom, which was originally planned to be shared by each person, but then I basically slept in Valentin’s bed every night, so I simply changed the master bedroom to a double bed and converted the second bedroom into a study.It was terrible when the big bed was installed. Valentin was unwilling to ask someone to assemble it. He boasted that he had assembled more things than they had ever seen in their entire life. As a result, the group did not put all four legs together all afternoon, and he was still alive. Sulked, saying that I don't have long hands, I don't know how to help, and I ignored people all night.

There was no bed to sleep in, we slept on the floor, we huddled together when we fell asleep, there were screw wrenches scattered around, and Valentin was pressed and kissed by me.At first he was still angry, reluctantly, but later he became happy, put his arms around my neck, turned over, sat on my lap and leaned over to kiss me.I couldn't help but reach into his vest and touch his waist, and touch his protruding spine; I stood up, put my head into his cotton vest, and smelled his body: "Calm down?"

He didn't answer, but just came to pick my clothes off. In the end, the two of us rolled on the ground full of screws and hugged each other covered in sweat. When we woke up the next morning, there were still several screws stuck to our bodies.

Valentin has a very regular schedule. He gets up at seven o’clock every day, goes to the gym for an hour, and then returns to take a shower and go to work; , sometimes only one meal a day.Valentin expressed disbelief at my way of life. Since then, every morning after morning exercise, he would force me to wake up and eat breakfast. Sometimes it was Leba cereal he bought on the way, and sometimes he made muffins by himself. No matter how sleepy I was, I couldn’t fall asleep even after eating, so I adjusted like jet lag for a few days, and I gradually developed a routine of waking up at seven o’clock and going to bed at midnight.

Although his work and rest are regular, he is not particular about his life.It had been at least two weeks since he moved here before he started to pack his packed luggage. The clothes were stuffed in the cabinet and it was over, and when they were taken out, they were crumpled and miserable.I told him several times, but he didn't agree, saying that he was used to putting it in this way, and only by putting it in this way can he find it.I endured it for two days, but I still couldn't hold it back. While he was going to work, I sorted all his clothes by color, hung them, and folded them. When I opened the closet the next day, he muttered a few words, but it was very easy to get the clothes.What habit is not used to, he just finds it troublesome and is too lazy to fold it.

I now understand, well, from now on, the work of sanitation will fall on me.The saying that the environment nourishes people can’t be more correct here in Valentin. He looks delicate, but his manners and life are not refined.It's not frugal, he just thinks it's unnecessary, or he's too lazy to change it, and he has brought pragmatism to the extreme.This is completely opposite to me. No matter how tired I am, I have to fold the bed without any wrinkles after I get up.

Well, there might still be something to do with it.

In short, I put a lot of thought into decorating my home. I bought piles and piles of carpets online. I bought three carpets. Valentin rolled his eyes and frowned and said, are you babushka?I said I hope you can be like your mother, at least we can eat without any problem.His mother's homemade artisanal cheese is the best cheese I've ever tasted in my life.

Valentin got angry when he heard it, and said whoever the fart came to my house for the first time and drank with a pot of red soup, you fucking know how to cook, why don't you do it yourself.

My culinary skills are unimpressive, so I rubbed against his waist with a guilty conscience, and flattered that it was not because my husband made it, and I could swallow it without blinking when my husband fed me a knife.

Valentin hated my attitude the most, and he was immediately disgusted, so if he didn't bother about eating, he waved me to get out of here.But I don't want to, I want to hug him from behind and go to the balcony. I love him the most while leaning over the railing and looking out the window.

During this period of time, the weather is getting warmer and the sun is often bright in Moscow. At about four o’clock in the afternoon, the strong light will turn into a saturated color of passion, and cast obliquely on our balcony, illuminating Valentin’s orange-red skin and golden-red hair. , when looking forward, the sunset is still reflected in our eyes; at this time, we can’t talk, we lean there to watch the sunset and listen to the wind, occasionally a lady wearing high heels walks by, and I can hear it very clearly on the sixth floor; sometimes there are neighbors The sound of the quarrel came from nowhere, and we listened with bated breath, and when it was completely silent, Valentin would take his last puff of cigarette, grimace at me, whisper "I'm kissing," and aim Throwing his cigarette butts out of the trash can downstairs, of course, never throwing them correctly.When he turns around, I will kiss him quickly, because every time he finishes his cigarette, his lips are always wet.

Summer is coming.

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This chapter is so tender, xql's cohabitation transition life