The story between me and the building opposite

Ever since I found out that he was a handsome guy leaning down the stairs that day, I never closed the heavy curtains again.It's a pity that except for that one time, the little handsome guy never appeared.

Probably haven't lived in yet.I think.

At noon, when the sun was so bright that I was almost blind, the handsome guy who had slanted downstairs finally came out.

It looked like he had just woken up, standing there wearing only pajama pants on his lower body, not knowing what to think.

Then I saw that the person diagonally opposite started doing radio gymnastics...

There is a small speaker next to it. I can't hear what is playing because the windows are closed, but I can clearly see the other party doing radio gymnastics in an orderly manner.

At this time, my mind is full of: the second set of radio gymnastics - the rising sun.

How clear and loud the young man's voice is, just like the young man diagonally opposite, doing radio gymnastics so seriously and so powerfully.

It's already noon now, what's the first promotion? !

I couldn't bear to look directly at it, but it didn't make me give up my desire to covet the handsome guy. When I calmed down and looked over again, the other party had already finished radio gymnastics and was about to turn on the speakers and prepare to go in.

At this time, several big question marks slowly popped up in my mind. I thought it wasn't the face of the other party. I might think that the other party was the world's best bewilderment award.

Although it is quite similar.

I hope that the handsome guy can appear normally, look down like a boss, and rule the world; or like a man with a story, sitting by the balcony, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and blowing out a circle of smoke melancholy, I don’t know what he is thinking ...

Although I still look like a psycho, but now I have no one upstairs or downstairs, so I can appreciate it by myself.

I feel like a pervert...