The asphalt road leading to the urban-rural fringe is not spacious, but it is clean and flat. However, there are no street lights on both sides of the road, nor are there any residential houses or factory warehouses, and even the common gas stations beside the highway are nowhere to be seen.
Dong Qiangqiang clenched his hands into fists, put his fists against his fists, hugged Zheng Chunhua's waist, and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle.
I don’t know whether it was the tight helmet’s excellent sound insulation effect or the fact that there was only silence in the wilderness. Dong Qiangqiang in the back seat could neither hear the roar of the motorcycle nor other sounds. He could only see half of the sky dyed pink by the setting sun through the helmet visor. , a winding road that seems to have no end, and various low plants that recede quickly from time to time on the roadside.
On a high slope, the red motorcycle roared like a beast in heat and dived ferociously into a dense forest. It was still dark before entering the dense forest, but when it exited, Dong Qiangqiang's head was already filled with stars.
As the number of traffic lights gradually increased, he vaguely saw rows of colorful roofs in the distance. Not long after, the motorcycle drove into a residential area.
The entire residential area is divided into three sections: low, middle and high. Dong Qiangqiang looked up and saw that there were not many houses at the top, and there seemed to be a forest area behind the houses. It's blurry when viewed from the bottom up, and details cannot be seen clearly.
The two of them walked up the road in the residential area and finally reached the highest point of the residential area. Zheng Chunhua stopped the car and signaled to Dong Qiangqiang that they had arrived at their destination.
Dong Qiangqiang took off his helmet and looked around. He had been observing since he entered the residential area, but he saw that every household here has unique courtyards, verdant balcony gardens, clean and tidy roads, and almost no parking on the streets. More importantly, he found that most of the houses here were single-family villas, and townhouses were rare.
"Speaking of which, you are the first Chinese girl I know who drives a motorcycle in Germany." He handed the helmet back to Zheng Chunhua and praised him from the bottom of his heart. "You are very skilled. But how could you think of driving this?" What? As far as I know, there are very few people driving motorcycles here, and girls are even rarer."
"You can run horses on your shoulders, and you can drive cars on your arms." Zheng Chunhua laughed at herself and hung two helmets on the left and right sides of the handlebars. "Actually, I was influenced by my brother, who played this."
"Your brother also drives?" Dong Qiangqiang said flatteringly, "Then your brother should be very good, right?"
"Well, if he hadn't passed away, he might have won the Suzuka Eight-Hour Endurance Race by now." Zheng Chunhua said as she walked towards the hollow wrought iron gate of the nearest three-story villa and pressed the doorbell directly.
Dong Qiangqiang didn't expect this sentence and was stunned. Even though his mind was racing so fast, he didn't know how to answer the question, so he had to apologize first: "I'm sorry. I didn't know..."
His shadow fell on her shoulder, and he slowly dimmed in front of her.
"He has been gone for many years, and I play with the car to commemorate him." Zheng Chunhua's expression was calm, and she didn't seem particularly sad.
Dong Qiangqiang quickly changed the subject: "Although the environment here is good, it seems that they are all villas. Are you sure I can afford to live in this place? I am just a poor student."
"Don't worry. The rent is very cheap." Zheng Chunhua looked determined.
Dong Qiangqiang looked at the villa in front of him suspiciously and joked: "Is it cheaper than a university dormitory?"
"Of course." Zheng Chunhua answered and pressed the doorbell a few more times, but there was still no answer, "Wait a moment."
Seeing Zheng Chunhua start talking on the phone again, Dong Qiangqiang shut his mouth knowingly.
The call ended quickly. Zheng Chunhua pointed to the back of the house: "The landlord asked us to go to the back yard."
The two walked along the brick and stone wall on one side of the villa to the back of the house. The street was quiet at night. Although the street was empty, it did not make people feel unsafe. Dong Qiangqiang even felt peaceful in his heart.
He glanced at his watch: "It takes about half an hour to get here from the university. It's not too far or too close, so it's suitable. I just don't know if there's a supermarket nearby."
"When I came in just now, I saw an Aldi on the corner. You can probably find it in other supermarkets as well."
"By the way, you just said that this place is cheaper than a university dormitory. Is that true?"
"Last year the monthly warm rent was 90 euros. I don't know if the price will increase this year."
"90?" Dong Qiangqiang couldn't believe his ears, but he immediately thought of a question: if it was so cheap, someone else would have already taken action. "Can the house still be available?"
"Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here. In the afternoon, I thought of canceling the viewing appointment with the landlord at the restaurant, but something went wrong. Fortunately, I didn't cancel it..." Zheng Chunhua dropped a pebble at her feet. After struggling to kick out, Dong Qiangqiang guessed that she might have thought about Xiaoling being threatened by Chen Xiaofei again.
"Since it's so cheap, why haven't we rented it out yet?" Dong Qiangqiang felt that cheap rent was the biggest attraction for Chinese students, and he was a little confused.
"First of all, it's a long distance. There's only one bus to the university. It leaves almost every half hour on weekdays, and once an hour on weekends. There are also few first and last buses. Without a bus, it's almost impossible to consider this place."
This is the truth. Dong Qiangqiang understands very well.
"Secondly, the landlord has high requirements for tenants, and many students cannot meet them. Some were evicted after just one month of living here."
"Being kicked out in just one month?" Dong Qiangqiang's mind instantly flashed to the middle-aged man wearing glasses when he was viewing the house in the afternoon. "Is it because the landlord is unwilling to rent to Chinese people?"
"That's not the case. The landlord is a Christian. He is a very nice person and does not discriminate against Chinese people. It's just that many students have very bad personal habits. Oh, I don't just mean boys with bad habits. Some girls are also very sloppy. , so the two sides got along very unhappy.”
"For example?" Dong Qiangqiang was also a little worried about himself.
“For example, Chinese people do not clean the used stoves and pots and dishes in time when cooking fumes are strong; for example, some people do not sort the garbage after cooking, and throw away kitchen waste and paper waste mixed together; for example, some people Some people listen to music loudly at night; some do not flush the toilet after using it. Speaking of which, besides cooking, you can also pay attention to it, and you can even cook with less fumes, but the fact is that no one can live longer than Within half a year, basically within a few months, I was evicted by the landlord.”
"Then how do you know I won't be kicked out?"
"I don't know, but aren't you just making a transition? Even if you are driven away, there is nothing to lose. Just find a place to stay while you have a place to live, and we will worry about the rest."
"That's the truth." Dong Qiangqiang agreed, "Then do you know that this landlord has mysophobia?"
"Why do you think so?" Zheng Chunhua asked curiously.
"Most of the things you just listed are hygiene issues. I think it's unlikely that every student has a bunch of bad hygiene habits."
"I don't know about mysophobia, but maybe it's lonely because the landlord is alone... We're here."
Unknowingly, the two of them were standing in front of a firewood door. The night air was mixed with the smells of the surrounding woods, grass, soil, water and even animals. It was so refreshing that Dong Qiangqiang actually felt a little drunk.
"What does it mean to be alone?"
"The landlord's husband died early, one of the two sons went to Africa, and the other died in a plane crash. Now she is alone."
Dong Qiangqiang was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"It's quite pitiful to say that he is also a miserable person..." Zheng Chunhua sighed, and while pushing the firewood door open, she shouted loudly, "Ms. Yulia, good evening! I am Zheng Chunhua, I am coming in now... "
===
It’s not easy to be original. Welcome up. Click %中¥文#网 to support the genuine and original version of "Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Staying in Virtue".
