I wanted to go downstairs to throw out the garbage, and when I came to the elevator, there was an old gentleman in his sixties, carrying a cardboard box in one hand and a pressure cooker in the other.
I was carrying a garbage bag, and as soon as I walked in, the old gentleman spoke in a northeast accent and accosted: Finished cleaning up?
Me: Uh-huh. Then he turned around and looked again at the pressure cooker he was carrying.
Me: What is this? Old gentleman: If someone else sends it to me, let me fix it. It's repaired, hurry up and send it to others, and it's easy to use for the New Year.
After going down two floors, the elevator stopped again, the door opened, and a group of people came in, and at first glance it was a family.
Two old men, about sixty, two younger ones, about thirty or forty years old, and two young girls, estimated to be about twenty.
There are those who push suitcases and carry bags, and there are those who carry large bags and small wraps, and they want to return at a glance.
Everyone was talking, pushing their suitcases, and they got into the elevator, and they couldn't understand the accent at all, they must be southerners.
The old gentleman who had accosted me before spoke again: Why don't you go home after a few more days?
A group of people fell silent instantly, and no one spoke.
I was afraid that the old gentleman would talk on the ground, so I quickly answered: I was going back to work.
The silent group began to murmur to each other again.
I don't understand, fast and hurried.
Is it the Northeast people who have the ability to talk? Or are southerners too capable of answering calls?
I'm here to talk about homely things