On August 1, 2006, it turned from cloudy to moderate rain.
The small hotel room was extremely hot, there was no air conditioning, and the fan hanging above the head ran 24 hours a day.
I just wore red underpants, sat on the sofa, sipped instant noodles, and looked up at the TV news.
Evening news reported: "A cement bridge collapsed in Nansan Town, Zhanjiang City. A passerby on a motorcycle fell into the river together with his car. Local villagers committed suicide to organize a rescue. The injured have been transferred to the city hospital for rescue treatment."
At that time, everyone used satellite pots, and some could receive hundreds of pots! I kept changing channels to watch the news.
I remember a lot of big things happened that day.
First of all, a 6.3-magnitude earthquake occurred in Wandao Province in my country, a series of bombings occurred in Taiwan, a man killed three people and injured five people in a row over a toilet dispute in Jinyun County, Lishui, Zhejiang, the Queen of Qu Opera passed away, etc., but, I What I want to see most is the news about what happened to the Changsha Museum.
"who!"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I immediately became alert.
I heard a woman's voice outside the door, saying angrily: "Can you please turn down the sound of the TV! It affects my rest! Also, can you throw away the shoes at your door! There are so many stinky shoes! It stinks to death!"
"Okay, I know!"
I quickly turned down the TV volume, and then the other party left.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
I didn't dare to go out during the day because I was afraid that the sudden knock on the door would be a hat, which would be a bit too inconvenient.
After dinner, I went to throw away the trash and beer bottles. As soon as I walked out, I smelled a particularly bad smell!
The taste is simply amazing! It's fifty times worse than the corpse stench I often smell! It smells so bad that if you stay in the corridor for a second longer, you will faint!
The source of the stench was a row of rag shoes, both green and black, with sizes ranging from large to small. They were neatly arranged in a row and placed at my door.
I pinched my nose, kicked my sneakers away, and stood in the corridor and yelled, "Damn it! Who left those stinky shoes at my door! I'm going to die!"
After shouting, I felt dizzy. It wasn’t lack of oxygen, it was the smell. It was too smelly...
At this time, the door next door opened, and a middle-aged man in ragged clothes and unkempt face came out, and then four men came out one after another. They were also unkempt and looked like beggars. One of them had a childish look on his face and was estimated to be about his age. Fourteen or fifteen years old at most.
I said angrily, "Why! There are so many people! Hurry up! Get all these stinky shoes from me! They're killing people!"
The older beggar smiled and said: "Our shoes were placed in the corridor and not in your room. What's our fault? Besides, who said our shoes smell bad?"
He picked one up, brought it to his nose and smelled it, then handed the shoe to others to smell and asked, "Does it smell bad?"
Several people had expressionless faces and shook their heads and said it didn't stink at all.
Then he smiled and said to me: "Look, the five of us said it doesn't stink, but you are the only one. There must be something wrong with your nose."
