What neighbors' secrets have you stumbled across?

In 2000, I lived in a mountain village in a hilly area for two years. For the convenience of life, I rented a family's house and shared a yard with the landlord.

The landlord is a family of four. But the landlord is the only one who usually lives at home.

It is said that the landlord is doing business with others outside and his income is quite rich. Don't go home all year round. Neighbors say people can get rich! Look at the yard. There are five main rooms with wing rooms, which are beautifully decorated inside and outside. There are countless good houses in the village!

The landlord's son and daughter are both away at university. I heard that tuition alone costs 20 thousand to 30 thousand every year. Envy people around say that they are really amazing! In a few years, you have made such a big world event!

Because the house is close to the street in the most prosperous area of the village. So, the village cadre who helped me rent a house, after I did him a big favor, took the initiative to find the landlady-they were cousins. Claiming that I was his friend, I took a fancy to the good location of the house. I want to rent here for a while and open a home appliance maintenance department. The tenant is in charge of water and electricity. As for the rent, a single room with three bedrooms and one living room in the village only needs 50 yuan for one year. Rent one of your rooms and look around: "Do you still need that little money? There are more loopholes in fingers than this! "

So in September of that year, I lived in this yard. At first, due to the small business volume, a lot of maintenance work was carried out at home. It is seldom repaired at home.

The Spring Festival is coming soon. After repairing a satellite ground receiver with a repeater system in a small mountain village, I also packed my things. Ready to go home for the New Year.

After going down the mountain, I think I should go to the landlord and pay this year's rent. So I parked my motorcycle on the side of the road and walked into the yard.

I entered the outer door and was about to open the curtain and enter the back room when I heard the landlady calling: You're not coming back? You can't hide your debt for more than a year, can you? Some time ago, I sold more than 2,000 kilograms of corn and two jars of wheat. This solved the loan interest of ABC. Dongdong (the son of the landlord) has no travel expenses this year and can't come back. He said that he got a job in a hotel to help the kitchen wash vegetables. Lingling (the landlord's daughter) came back today and went to grandma's house to get carrots. Let's not talk about tuition and fees for next semester. The family has paid off the loan due, and there are ten dollars left! Ladies and gentlemen, how can we celebrate the New Year? ……

Hearing this, I dare not go in. I hurried back to the yard and rearranged my money: I had planned to give the landlord five months' rent, up to forty dollars. Now we find that the rich people in everyone's eyes are so poor (at least temporarily), then the forty dollars can't be distributed anyway-it's too little!

I ordered 100 yuan, and then took two Jin of mutton from my hometown in the toolkit. Humming a little song all the way into the landlord's door.

I didn't take off my helmet and pretended not to notice the landlord's red eye. Pay homage to the early years and then put the mutton on the money. Excuse that the motorcycle is outside the door, for fear of losing something. Let's talk about it next year ... without even sitting down, we turned around.

The landlord repeatedly said that it was wrong and chased me out to give me meat and money. I quickly caught fire and ran away.

I met the landlord in the city last year. She smiled and invited me to her house. And thank you for the mutton and 100 yuan I gave her that year-if it weren't for the meat and money, she and her daughter wouldn't live next year: the brick kiln opened by her husband and partner in other places was all taken away by others! There was another casualty accident in the brick kiln, and the compensation could not be in place. People in the local village won't let you do it, and you can't go back for years! I'm afraid you'll run away and have no place to ask for money. ...

My neighbor is a Buddhist monk.

That was when I was in junior high school. My neighbor moved away. Not long after, a man moved in, wearing a blue robe and glasses, looking elegant. I've never seen a real monk before, so I'm curious. I chatted with him when he was moving things and asked him, doesn't the monk live in the temple? He said that he was a lay disciple and practiced at home. Then, he planted many plants at home and many flowers under the windowsill, which was very artistic.

Since then, I have been curious about this monk who is practicing at home. He usually doesn't go out to work, but grows flowers and grass. Basically, he asked for a sign to break the disaster. My parents chatted that the monk could make a lot of money by telling fortune and breaking disasters.

Later, it was discovered that this monk turned out to be a flower monk. That was when I was in junior high school. One weekend, my parents went to my grandmother's house. I do my homework at home alone. I heard someone knocking at the door next door, so I went to have a look. A woman with long hair knocked on the monk's door. Although I didn't understand that at that time, I knew that monks wouldn't go near women. Why did I let that woman go home and I snuck out? Then the monk said, take off your clothes and I'll show you. Then I heard the voice. Although I didn't understand it, I knew it was like that. I was scared and ran home.

Then one day, when I came home from school, I found a group of people beating the monk, saying that he was a hooligan and wanted to send him to the police station. He knelt down and begged for mercy, and many people watched, probably losing money. Those talents left, and then the monk moved away and never saw him again.

When I was a child, I often played near my home. I often see a man go to my neighbor's house. My neighbor is a young man who lives alone. Every time that person goes to a young house, they hug him. I didn't know what was going on at that time. I feel that the relationship between two people is really good. I didn't think much. Later, when I was a little older, I realized that my neighbor was gay.

Sneaky. I found out. Is this a secret?

I remember it should be 1970. At that time, everyone lived in bungalows. My neighbor is the vice president of a military hospital. My wife is from Sichuan, educated, neatly dressed and elegant. Because his family has few children (three) and all his family members have jobs, life is naturally better than that of ordinary families. One night, the children were playing hide-and-seek. I was going to hide in the garbage spot, but I found the light of a flashlight in the garbage spot. I climbed up the wall and looked in. It turned out that the lady next door was rummaging through the garbage for the peppers thrown away by my family. I was very surprised. I never thought that the beautiful lady I saw during the day was rummaging through the garbage to pick up peppers.

Children are necessary.

I go to the barber shop where I often go to have my hair cut. There were several people, so the fat barber asked his apprentice in the shop to go upstairs to their dormitory and call another shuttlecock teacher Tony down. The child went up and said that he was not in the dormitory. Knocking at the door didn't respond. The fat barber took out the dormitory key and said, go and open the door. Are you asleep? The child ran down soon after going up, flushed and said, brother, my mother came to see him. He is gay. I'm on a business trip.

When I was in junior high school, my neighbor had a daughter who was in my class. I found that she likes me very much and always puts love letters in my desk. Then I found out. Is this a secret?