During that year, in addition to eating and sleeping, I was so bored and half-lying on the sofa, absentmindedly watching TV or flipping through books.
The left foot was unexpectedly injured, first red and swollen, and then gradually became black, sore and swollen, eroding the happy nerve of the brain, and the mood became agitated.
The point is that because of this, I lost the ability to walk freely, where my feet couldn't reach, my hands couldn't do anything, and the busyness in my life, which I used to like and dislike, suddenly came to an abrupt end. The human figure is a very helpless bird in a cage, imprisoned by an unexpected pain of flesh.
a) The days of not being able to walk freely are painful. At the beginning, the people who moved together and were neighbors in the same corridor chose to leave one after another because of the outdated building, no community, no property management, and no elevator in those years. Some of the vacant houses are rented, some are idle, and some are transferred, and the corridor environment is getting worse.
Having a house is home, and home is a part of life. This house, where I have lived for nearly 20 years, has lived unsatisfactory, and I regret leaving and leaving, and I always feel that there is a dilemma in it.
At the beginning, the reason for convincing myself to stay and stick to it was the convenient location of the city center for quiet life, the green environment adjacent to parks and squares, the spacious living room and the very open sight.
According to the planning department, in this area of hotels, hospitals, libraries, institutions, schools and public service institutions, the only two residential buildings standing side by side, which are neither tall nor short, can not be rebuilt in situ once they are demolished.
2) At the earliest, six families lived in the corridor. The bottom floor is a place that must be passed every day, perhaps because the middle-aged couple is very simple and enthusiastic, and they are willing to take the initiative to say hello from the bottom of their hearts. Sometimes no one at home charges anything, and they all help Zhang Luo with his work. I respected them for this, but unfortunately they didn't last long, and they moved away quietly.
Immediately after moving in was a family of three, with a child in junior high school, probably because of the school district here. The light in his foyer in the hallway hasn't been on since he moved in. In the summer, the days are long, but in the winter, when you open the door and enter the corridor, it is pitch black. When I saw him a few times, I really wanted to tell him if I could turn on the corridor light, but I was always embarrassed to say it.
Later, the other two families downstairs also moved out. One family rented a beauty care class, the spacious hall was used as a classroom, and the bedroom was turned into a dormitory for students. The classes were attended by girls from rural areas who wanted to learn some life skills.
They often changed their faces, and stood in the courtyard in the morning and evening, shouting at the upstairs, and the keys were soon thrown high from the windows of the upper floors. After a burst of chatter and laughter, the corridor gradually became quiet.
There are also uncivilized behaviors such as peels, shredded paper, and sundries thrown in the corridors, which make you feel that these girls who are in the best time of their lives, due to the limitation of their education level, although they have some convergence with urban life, although they are packaged in gorgeous clothing, the primitive life atmosphere that originates from the depths of the rural land still has traces.
If you don't like this dirty corridor environment, just clean it yourself! After a few days, everything is still the same.
After the group of girls disappeared, a dozen boys walked in through the door, working for the boss in the same small restaurant not far away. Due to the nature of the restaurant's work, these children come back late every day, and they have to toss and turn for a while with beer and instant noodles before falling asleep.
There are also cigarette butts and paper scraps discarded at will in the corridor, which is not only particularly uncomfortable to visualize, but also has a strange smell flowing in the air. Every time I passed, my heart was like a sky covered by haze, a cloud.
The most troublesome thing is the people upstairs of my house, because of the unauthorized change of the water and sewer pipes, for several years, the water pipes leak and leak, and the water that is not clean is irregularly dripped down the gap in the ceiling or gable in the restaurant, corridor, balcony, and toilet.
At first, we just knocked on the door gently, and told the inferior hardships very politely again and again, and after a simple repair, the problem seemed to be solved, but it didn't take long for the old feelings to reappear.
Later, the upstairs family also moved out, and the vacant house was rented out. One day, when I came home from work, I found that the water was leaking all over the house, so I had no choice but to go upstairs and knock on the door again, only to see a large row of desktop computers in the living room, and six or seven boys and girls were sitting there, doing business with the help of the Internet, and a young man who was making noise from the south came out, and it seemed that he was the head of these boys and girls.
The water leakage problem was solved, and a pile of discarded broken foam blocks and gypsum boards piled up next to the staircase aisle at some point. Fashionably dressed boys and girls walk around the garbage every day. There are garbage bins in the yard, and no one is willing to pay a little more for the things that are done with their hands.
The day before the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, when I passed by the corridor and met the garbage again, I suddenly had the desire to completely remove them and clean them for the holiday.
I went inside, put down my backpack, changed my clothes, turned around and went back to the hallway to get dry. It stands to reason that the foam board and the cardboard with thick lime are not heavy, but I accidentally stepped on the empty steps, like many things that should not have happened, unexpected things happened in an instant, and my left foot was slammed, although it hurt, I still insisted on throwing the garbage into the yard trash can.
When I returned to the house and sat on the sofa, I found that my left foot was swollen, and I tried to stand up on the ground, but there was a pinprick pain. I went to the hospital to take a photo, but fortunately, there was no major damage to the bone, the ligament was torn, and bed rest was required. When I got home, my husband complained about me while he took the cleaning tools and cleaned up the battlefield that I didn't have time to clean.
3) For more than half a month since the foot injury, I have not stepped through the door of the house, nor have I stepped on the high staircase that I had to pass because there was no elevator.
When eating, drinking, and sleeping at home, the injured left foot is raised high, the right hand is holding the wall, and the right foot is jumping forward. Later, I tried to let my feet land slowly, moving forward step by step, but fortunately, the radius of life at home was limited.
When I was fine, I lay on the sofa, changed my posture, put my sore, aching left foot high, closed my eyes, and slowly chewed the bitter experience of flesh and skin when I was bored, and sighed at the short life.
The family is the smallest cell of society, and each cell has a different life trajectory. Like our husband and wife world, a person cannot walk freely, and the original lifestyle and rhythm of life have undergone many changes, but fortunately, this change is temporary.
4) As the association deepened, I thought of these children who were temporarily living in the corridor and gave me a headache, and I felt a little more sympathy and understanding. Yes, they are young, it is not easy to go out, hard work, meager income, imbalance in their hearts, and they don't care about how to be neighbors with others.
On the contrary, it was because of these life troubles that my husband and I had a lot of conversations about the house. The husband said, what is the use of closing the door and living your own life, worrying so much? I really don't like this propertyless house, so I just sell it. He felt that I was using the magnifying glass of life to look at the fragments of life, asking for troubles, as long as I learned to be indifferent, all the shadows in my vision could be removed.
When I think about it later, it makes sense. The world is big, the individual is small, and trying to be perfect in everything is just whimsical in itself, and everything in life cannot go as it should. The house is tiring because there are too many things that affect your mood, and there are too many things that you can't control at all.
Everything in the world is the most difficult, people should not be too exhausted, and things should not be too clear. Life is like a dream, and when I look back, I realize that living is a mood, and everything is in the past.
After figuring it out, I sold my house and lived in a different environment only to find that the best way to find a happy outlet is to choose to be indifferent, not to live with myself, and not to worry about life.
In fact, life is simple and simple, the heart is transparent and tranquil, and the spring flowers can bloom. If you can't change the environment, you will try to adapt to the environment, and if you can't transform others, you will try to change yourself, fold and collect the unpleasant past, and follow the fate with your heart.