There are many suites of downstairs neighbours. This afternoon, when my mother was collecting her clothes, she accidentally dropped her coat on the clothes rail on the balcony downstairs. This is troublesome, and now there is "snow in front of the self-sweeping door."

There are many suites of downstairs neighbours.

This afternoon, when my mother was collecting her clothes, she accidentally dropped her coat on the clothes rail on the balcony downstairs. This is troublesome, now there is "self-sweeping snow in front of the door, resting on the frost on other people's tiles" is not surprising, so don't think that the downstairs will take the initiative to send it to the door, not to mention that our relationship is not so good.

After the completion and delivery of our residential building, we completed the renovation for the first time, when the downstairs people came up to learn from it, and revealed to our decorator that his family had nine houses, which wanted to be rented, and did not want to seriously decorate. Later, after we moved in, we found that his house was really not equipped, so we got a simple necessities and rented them to others.

My mom once knocked on the door of someone's balcony to get the futon. The old man at home opened the door, I explained my intentions, the old man signaled me to go straight in, I thought they were also wearing shoes from out, I went in. The walls were not painted, the floor was still concrete, and there was a big corner of the house in a mess.

Years later, the two children downstairs knocked on the door with their two- or three-year-old daughters, saying they didn't have the keys and asking if they could climb down the windowsill of our house and enter their door. Of course, I had no opinion, but the father thought of a way, went downstairs and took the thick strips of trees supporting the newly planted grapefruit tree, and set them up on the downstairs window sill, and the upstairs people helped him hold the tree strips, let him climb down smoothly, and entered the house.

Soon after, the family renting downstairs moved away and the house began to be renovated. I don't know the owner, but they came to my house again and said they wanted to see our renovations. The woman came to see it and went out. When they renovated, the noise and various vibrations turned the world upside down and made people feel overwhelmed. Especially starting very early in the morning, whether you have a lunch break or not, the evening ends very late.

Once, I couldn't stand it and ran downstairs. Downstairs, a few women who seem to be the owner, including those who have come to my house to see, just happened to be there, and I asked with a split head, can you decorate the sound smaller? Can I rest at noon?

The man, who was said to be a university teacher, didn't seem to hear, he didn't look at me, he stood with a forked waist, his right hand seemed to catch a certain parasite that was invisible to the naked eye on his left arm, and there was a click in his throat. The woman raised her eyebrows and said sharply, "I can't control it...

I always thought that I could face unexpected situations, and I fled into the wilderness.

Of course, people can be smoothly decorated and smoothly checked in. Well, when I meet people in the corridors, I don't say a word, anyway, I am blind and don't like to make friends, and many people I don't like to say hello.

It seems that the person who lived in was not the "Nine Suites" university teacher I saw last time, and I can't say whether it is or not. Anyway, I can't remember.

The man likes to smoke, and sometimes meets in the elevator, which is almost to make you have seven tricks in your heart, liver and lungs. Once, when I accidentally dropped my coat when I was drying myself, I had to go down and knock on someone's door. Fortunately, the man appeared with a cigarette and helped me take out my clothes. After a few moments, I still scanned the decoration of people's living rooms. It was a bit cumbersome but overall it was clean.

The hostess began to go out to work, and when she commuted to work, she would go downstairs to greet the dog at home. The dog clings to the balcony and can't wait to bark. The hostess also loves to plant vegetables and flowers, only to see her balcony full of flowers. Looking down from my balcony, the big green vegetables grow green, the green peppers are huge, and what red flowers bloom brilliantly, it is really beautiful, but unfortunately each can only be one or two, squeezed together.

After that, the hostess seemed to have retired, and planting flowers was not addictive, and began to plant flowers in the empty grass before and after the downstairs. Every time I saw her busy, squatting, bending over, extra focused, I always felt that this was praiseworthy, after all, there was no sunlight in the open space behind the building. When the property saw that she planted flowers and not vegetables, it turned a blind eye and went with her.

She planted more cheerfully, often busy in the field, sometimes carrying water, sometimes with a hoe. She built a ravine in the field, a kind of flower and a tree, and it looked neat and clean. She also planted some large landscape trees in front of the building, which were generally discarded downstairs that people could not feed at home. She transplanted it out, and it didn't take long for it to grow into a leafy one.

The hostess talked a lot to my mother, and my mother handed me some of the original information from the family from time to time.

They had two sons, and they had a daughter, and the daughter got married, and she gave birth to a granddaughter, and the granddaughter grew up.

A few days ago, I saw people walking their dogs downstairs, but today it seems that they are not at home, and the balcony is closed. When my mother went downstairs to observe people's balconies and had to knock on people's doors, my mother tried to find a way to tie a long bamboo pole, reached down to hook the clothes hanger, and hooked the clothes at once.