Important or not? In any case, Hao Yunyang felt he could live with or without a woman. Perhaps that naive love, or rather, an almost distorted relationship, had never truly let him taste the joy of romance. The saying that rich men turn bad is quite reasonable. So, a poor man like Hao Yunyang, wanting to go bad? He doesn’t have the capital for that!
The dormitory was managed by a decrepit old man in his sixties, who loved smoking two-yuan Furongwang cigarettes. His clothes were light gray and thin, his wrinkled face always displaying a serious expression. His cloudy yet dead-set eyes made everyone walking around the dormitory building feel extremely uncomfortable. The old man was a very dedicated security guard, despite missing a leg.
“Third floor,” the old man said little. Even though Hao Yunyang forced a smile trying to get close to him for future convenience, the old man remained flat, or rather, cold.
“Thank you, grandpa!” Hao Yunyang spent three minutes, and the old man only said two words, forcing him to retreat in defeat. After saying thanks, he turned and went upstairs. The old man continued sitting on a creaking bamboo chair, smoking Furongwang cigarettes, a crutch beside him, and a thin black cat napping at his feet.
“This is the dormitory,” Hao Yunyang pushed open the door to Room 303 on the third floor, greeted by a sour, rotten stench mixed with the smell of shoes and socks, creating a nauseating odor.
Standing at the door with his luggage, he surveyed the room. The dormitory wasn’t large, just over ten square meters, with four wooden bunk beds, eight beds in total, only two of which had bedding and pillows. The rest were piled with toiletries and miscellaneous luggage.
Following the number on the slip, he found his bed – the one furthest inside on the right side when entering the door.
After simply tidying up and spreading out the bedding from his suitcase, Hao Yunyang sat on the bed edge and pulled out his phone. He stared blankly for a full ten seconds before smacking his forehead: “Damn, I’ve lost my phone number!”
Like anyone who just bought a new phone, Hao Yunyang was in a novelty phase. Looking at his empty contact list, he agonized for three minutes before suddenly, almost possessed, pressed a number: 13634209194. Yes, this was his new number…
