The sudden knocking on the door made Su Kun look up and say "Coming!" He zipped up the last bag, carried it to the door, and placed it together with two suitcases and a luggage bag filled with bedding. He turned the door handle.
As soon as the door opened, Geng Zimo, who was standing outside, glanced at Su Kun's living room that hadn't been cleaned up yet, and said, "All packed? You're pretty fast..."
Xiang Ge, who was behind him, hooked the corners of his lips and waved the keys in his hand at Su Kun, joking, "The driver is here to report."
Su Kun looked at the wall clock in surprise, "Why are you here so early?"
Geng Zimo's face twitched. As he entered the door with Xiang Ge, he said, "You think everyone is like you, sleeping in until almost noon on holidays? Besides, my parents got up at five or six o'clock and were busy preparing breakfast at home. The two of us couldn't just lie in bed shamelessly."
It was another late summer. It had been about a year since Gu Yan had cleared up the misunderstanding, let go of his grudges, and officially settled down at Su Kun's place the previous year.
Quite a few things had happened in this almost full year. For example, Su Kun's new house was finally renovated, the paint smell was gone, and it was just waiting for him and Gu Yan to move in.
Another example was that the troublemaker Geng Zimo had finally fallen into Xiang Ge's hands. The two of them would come to Li City from time to time to visit Geng Zimo's parents.
Speaking of which, Geng Zimo's father was also a stubborn one, with a very obstinate temper. No matter how soft-hearted Geng's mother was in pleading on their behalf, he still shut the door on Geng Zimo and Xiang Ge several times.
However, Xiang Ge had been in the business world for a long time and had dealt with countless people, many of whom were even more stubborn than Geng Zimo's father.
Who knows what methods he used and what he did afterwards. Anyway, two months ago, when he and Geng Zimo tried knocking on the door for the eighth time, Geng Zimo's father opened it.
Although Geng Zimo's father, who had made concessions, still didn't give them a good face, he couldn't resist his own son and his son's boyfriend being shameless and especially good at coaxing people.
After all, they were parents. He and Geng Zimo's mother couldn't let their son drift around outside alone. It made Geng Zimo uncomfortable and also distressed them.
Once they tried to accept the setting of "their son likes men and brought back a boyfriend", Geng Zimo's father quickly came around completely. Moreover, Geng Zimo's mother said, "This Xiang kid is quite decent. Just treat him as another son."
So they fully accepted Geng Zimo and Xiang Ge. Now, in just two months, not only did Geng's father no longer show a bad attitude, but when Geng Zimo and Xiang Ge came back to stay for a couple of days during the holidays, he even pulled Geng Zimo's mother to get up early and make breakfast for them.
This time when they came back, they heard that Su Kun was moving, so Xiang Ge, who drove from H City, volunteered to be the driver and accompany Geng Zimo to help Su Kun move all his luggage to the new house.
However, when it came to moving, Su Kun really didn't have too many things.
Since the new house was near S University, ever since the renovation was completed, Su Kun and Gu Yan had been moving like snails in several batches, transferring the large items over. Now what was left were just some daily necessities and miscellaneous items. With Xiang Ge's help as the driver, they could transport everything in one trip.
"Where's that poker face of yours?" Geng Zimo looked around but didn't see any sign of Gu Yan.
Su Kun gritted his teeth, "He was still sleeping in the early morning, but was called away by the master and the others, saying that there was a tricky situation in the Qingxiu City neighborhood on the west side."
"Should we still wait for him?"
"No need, no need." Su Kun waved his hand, "He told me to wait for him to come back and pack things up, but I'm not useless. Look! I packed everything in an hour, how efficient! Let's go first, and I'll call him when we get there."
"Alright then." Xiang Ge said, picking up two suitcases. As he walked out the door, he said, "Let's go down then."
The three of them put the things together in the trunk. Geng Zimo, who usually sat in the passenger seat, accompanied Su Kun in the back seat.
The overall pace of Li City was much slower than H City, leisurely and relaxed. Xiang Ge, who was used to the fast pace of life in H City, also slowed down here, following the traffic flow and driving on the road.
On both sides of the road were old sycamore trees that had been planted for who knows how many years. The branches were lush and the leaves, which were larger than palm-sized, overlapped in layers, blocking a small half of the sky. The morning sun, which was not too harsh, leaked through the gaps between the leaves and sprinkled on the car.
However, under such a fresh and natural atmosphere, the two people in the back seat of the car were discussing a not-so-fresh topic.
"Found a new tenant?" Geng Zimo asked Su Kun. After all, he had much more contact with the landlord than Geng Zimo did.
"Found one, someone who just graduated not long ago. Said the school dormitory was full, so he had to find another place. The price the landlord gave was quite cheap, and the transportation here is convenient. It's definitely the best choice for students or those who have just left the student life."
Geng Zimo nodded, "Yes, he gave us a low price back then too."
Su Kun raised a finger and waved it with a profound look, "Actually, the landlord sets prices based on his mood. I heard that for students, his asking price is lower than the surrounding houses by a margin, but for others, his asking price is very normal. I only found out about this by listening to the gossip of Granny Camphor Tree."
"Why?" Geng Zimo was puzzled, "Does he think students or those who just came out of school have no money? But I see that the people who rented this house before were all like that. Does he dislike money or what?"
"You unromantic fool." Su Kun pouted, "His lover was a scholar, so he looks favorably upon all scholars in the world and current students."
Geng Zimo: "..." Is this really romantic or just dense?
"Speaking of which, the student who rented this time is also a gentle and refined type. I guess the landlord's preferred type is more or less the same."
"How do you know he's gentle and refined? Have you met that person?"
Su Kun waved his hand, "Hey, more than met him. I handled all the rental procedures and contracts on behalf of the landlord."
"Where is he?" Geng Zimo couldn't help asking.
Su Kun chuckled mischievously a couple of times, "The landlord has been in poor health for a long time..."
Geng Zimo looked at him sideways, "Didn't you say he's a thousand-year-old fox spirit? How come his health is worse than normal people? And I don't think he looks sickly either."
Su Kun held up three fingers in front of Geng Zimo's nose, emphasizing, "Three lovers! A foursome! He was originally a scholar, but now he's also a spirit. Even the great landlord fox spirit can't handle it. Imagine being pressed down and ravished by three people every day."
Xiang Ge, who had been calmly driving, finally cracked a smile, his hand slipping and nearly losing grip on the steering wheel.
Geng Zimo: "...Are you sure it's being pressed down?"
Su Kun nodded, "Positive."
"Why?"
"Intuition."
Geng Zimo glanced at him for a while, then said, "Developed this magical intuition from being pressed down too much?"
Su Kun: "...Screw your uncle!"
"I don't have an uncle, only a dad."
Su Kun: "..." I don't want to talk to this guy anymore!
But in fact, there wasn't much time left for them to chat. The car had already entered the residential area, and the building Su Kun lived in was right across from the community entrance.
Letting Xiang Ge go to the underground parking garage to find a spot, Su Kun and Geng Zimo first got off the car with the luggage, planning to carry the things upstairs. Anyway, there was an elevator, so they weren't afraid of not being able to take it all.
The two placed the bags on top of the suitcases and dragged them into the building.
Su Kun was one of the earlier residents to move in, so there weren't many people living in this building yet. Both elevators were idle, quietly stopped on a certain floor.
The elevators in the new building were quite fast. Su Kun had just pressed the button for a short while when it arrived on the first floor.
With a "ding", the elevator doors opened. The two worked together to drag the two suitcases and two large bags into the elevator, then pressed the button for the ninth floor.
"The ninth floor is considered the upper middle?" Geng Zimo stood in the corner of the elevator and casually asked as he watched the doors slowly close.
"Yeah, the lighting and everything is quite--holy shit!" Before Su Kun could finish speaking, he felt the lights in the elevator flicker, then with a "pop", they completely went out. At the same time, the entire elevator made a piercing metallic scraping sound, then as if stuck, it no longer moved.
"What's going on?" Geng Zimo hurriedly took out his phone, using the screen light to illuminate, and pressed the emergency call button. But after pressing it several times, there was no response at all.
"Don't know, maybe it malfunctioned." Su Kun also took out his phone and shone it around.
"Tsk, no signal either. Can't make a call..." As soon as Geng Zimo finished speaking, he heard Su Kun let out a howl, startling him and making him shudder reflexively.
This reaction was all too familiar to Geng Zimo. Every time Su Kun encountered a ghost and got scared, he would act like this, causing Geng Zimo's heart to clench just from hearing him howl.
Sure enough, as soon as Geng Zimo finished shuddering, he felt one of his arms being tightly grabbed by Su Kun's claws. Then, like a sloth, Su Kun clung to him, trembling as he dialed his phone.
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