At 8 o'clock in the evening, Yan Wen staggered back to the community holding something higher than her head, used her back to open the unlocked door, and squeezed into the hall with difficulty.
"Auntie, wait for me." The aunt said, "Oh, please hurry up," while slamming the door shut.
Yan Wen looked at the rising numbers and tried to hold back the anger in his stomach. Okay, I'll let you go in first, I'll have more room by myself later.
The red number rose to 28, dropped back to 8, and then stopped moving.
Yan Wen leaned against the wall reluctantly and waited for another 5 minutes, then looked again, and it was still 8. Finally, Yan Wen gritted his teeth and turned around and entered the corridor.
Climbing from the 1st floor to the 17th floor, I dropped things in my arms three times. When he reached the 8th floor, Yan Wen went to check the elevator and found that the door was blocked by two large cardboard boxes. The family next to the elevator was still moving things out while hesitating. Yan Wen rolled his eyes and went back to climb the stairs obediently.
When she took out the key and opened the door, the landlord was wearing a nightgown and leading her spiral-legged Shar-Pei out.
"Oh, I bought so many things!"
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After turning the key several times, the door did not open. It was probably deformed due to moisture. Yan Wen raised his knees and pushed them against the door.
This frightened the landlord, "Why are you doing this? This door is made of imported steel!"
Yan Wen smiled at her and said, "Look, it's open." He picked up his things and entered the house.