stories that happened on a specific occasion

The frost period has passed, but it is still hot and cold.I stood by the window and looked out at the cherry blossoms, surrounded by a desolate scene, but it seemed even more precious.

The beginning of spring is followed by rain, and I have been troubled by rain in recent days, the cause of which is a torrential rain two days ago.

In the past few years, due to frequent business trips, I would ignore many details at home, such as whether the heating pipes are leaking, whether there is still gas in the stove, whether the water meter is running normally, and so on.More often than not, I have absolutely no way of spotting potential problems ahead of time.Finally, after days of beating the rain, my ceiling started to leak.

At first, I didn't pay attention, because it spread from the corner near the balcony. At first, the rainwater just slipped along the corner to the floor, and then spread to my sofa overnight.But if the water hadn't dripped unbiasedly into my coffee, I guess I still wouldn't be able to see the problem.

After searching for a solution on the Internet, I simply asked for leave and rolled up my arms and sleeves at home, planning to repair the ceiling.

And at this time, X just sent a text message to my mobile phone, saying that the company has a regular meeting in the afternoon and hopes that I can attend.I pretended I didn't see it and didn't reply.

I looked up at the small piece of water stain on the ceiling of my house. Apart from the soaked small spot, there was a large circle of old yellow stains on the periphery. It was probably the imprint left by the rain leak last year, and I have never had it. Notice.Perhaps such a complicated job should be repaired by someone. Just as I was thinking about it, I looked up at the ceiling in the middle of the living room, where there was a faint shoe print.Without hesitation, I immediately called X.

"You come to my house. Get someone to help me fix the leak in the ceiling." I said to him.

Feeling that X wanted to refuse, I continued: "By the way, I also painted the shoe prints on the ceiling."

X said with some embarrassment: "Are you still there?"

After several confrontations, we finally drew up an agreement verbally. X agreed with what I proposed, and at the same time, in exchange, he asked me not to use shoe prints as a reason to instruct him to do things in the future, and to attend the company's regular meeting in the afternoon.

"It's just that I asked you to help me collect a few couriers, take a few leave of absence, and buy a hot pot once." I said to him.

"I want to eat hot pot at two o'clock in the morning." X said on the phone.

"I want to eat hot pot at two o'clock in the morning." I repeated, and then said, "Isn't it because you stayed at my house and insisted on drinking that I said I wanted to eat hot pot?"

We broke up for a while, and finally reached a final agreement as follows. I will no longer use shoe prints to instruct him to do things he doesn't want, and I will treat him to a hot pot; he asked someone to help me repair the ceiling and come to my house to clean the ceiling. And help me find an excuse not to attend today's regular company meeting.

"But the manuscript must be handed in on time, Boss!" X asked again before hanging up the phone.

I agreed and hung up the phone.This kid, after being by my side for a year, has become as out of tune as I am. He is getting more and more familiar with him, so he is a little bit different. He used to call Mr. Duachuan before Mr. Duachuan, but now he calls him directly. I am much older.

I put the prepared tools aside, and waited for X leader to come and repair it for me.So after making a cup of coffee again, I continued to read the contributions and comments of netizens.

There is a submitted story that matches today's weather quite well, and I read it carefully with great interest.

Mr R's story

The contributor, Mr. R, is a frequent business traveller, and spends more time in hotels than at home every year.So, over time, it doesn't make much difference for him to arrive at any hotel in any city.Of course, Mr. R will also choose some hotels and fixed rooms that he is familiar with, because he has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

And the story to be told happened during a business trip to H City.

Because there is a group branch in H City, Mr. R always comes several times a year to do market research and training.That time was no exception. The staff who received him were already very familiar with Mr. R's habits and had booked him the hotel he had been staying in for many years.But unfortunately, the room that Mr. R reserved has already been occupied, but he thought that there is almost no difference between the hotel rooms, so Mr. R didn't care, and just asked the front desk to arrange another room at will.However, on the night of the check-in, something happened that he still can't figure out.

Because he is already a regular customer, as soon as he walks into the lobby, the familiar waiters will greet Mr. R and take the initiative to help him with his luggage.When he heard that Mr. R did not live in the previous room, he would also express regret with apology.

"However, this room is also very good. Like the previous room, it faces the sun but is not facing the street, so it is very quiet at night." The waiter said.

Mr. R walked into the room and saw that all the arrangements were almost the same as the previous room.As soon as you enter the door, there is a bathroom on the right, a wardrobe on the left, and a large bed in the middle of the room.The only difference is that the previous room had two small sofa chairs by the window.

Mr. R has a habit when he sleeps. He likes to put a small sofa on the bedside, and put his briefcase, mobile phone, and clothes to be worn tomorrow on it.At this moment, the two sofa chairs were replaced by a solid white sofa recliner, which seemed to be unable to be moved.But thinking about it, it was only two nights anyway, so he didn't pay that much attention.

That night, after the meeting between Mr. R and his colleagues in the branch office, everyone greeted him according to the usual practice. He inevitably had a few sips at the dinner table, and he was already a little tipsy before he knew it.After dinner, Mr. R went to the hotel by himself, but he felt dizzy as soon as he lay on the bed, and fell asleep drowsily.

When Mr. R woke up again, he found that the room was dimly lit, and he was still wearing a suit. He glanced at his watch and it was almost dawn.Since there is still a corporate training to attend tomorrow morning, it is not acceptable to smell of alcohol.So, he got up in a daze, planning to take a hot bath before continuing to sleep.

Fortunately, this hotel has 24-hour hot water. Mr. R turned on the shower station and went into the bathtub. When the hot water hit his back, he instantly woke up a lot. Mr. R was washing and thinking about the content of his speech tomorrow, when he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his left shoulder.

Mr. R put his shoulders under the hot water, and the coolness disappeared immediately.But there was this cold feeling in my right shoulder again.

It's not the coolness of being exposed to the cold air, but the feeling caused by the cold water droplets dripping on the skin. A small piece of coolness spreads, which makes Mr. R shiver and get goosebumps.

At that time, I thought it was caused by the uneven adjustment of the hot and cold water in the shower, so Mr. R turned up the hot water and turned around to wash his hair.As a result, the back suddenly felt this cold feeling again, not one drop, but several drops.

Mr. R looked up and carefully looked at the ceiling of the shower room. There were no water droplets caused by hot water vapor, and such a short period of time was not enough to cause this phenomenon. At most, it was just a layer of mist.Although it was a little strange to think about it, Mr. R didn't suspect him, and fell back on the bed after washing his hair.But the drowsiness was gone, so I had to look at my phone and watch TV to pass the time.

Adjust the TV volume to about five, and the voice inside is like a person whispering, which has a hypnotic effect. Mr. R doesn't need to know what the content is, he just needs to make a little noise.Just as he kept switching channels to find news channels, Mr. R suddenly heard a voice.

Like the sound of water drops falling on a wooden table.

Tick.

Mr. R looked up at the desk in the corner of the room, there was indeed a small spot of water stain on it, it seemed that it had turned green for some years. Mr. R didn't pay attention to it at first, but then the voice came back, a bit jarring in a quiet hotel room.He had no choice but to get up, took a towel from the toilet and planned to put it on the table.

However, when Mr. R spread the towel on the desk, he found that the water droplets absorbed by the towel turned out to be brown.This can't help but make people feel a little disgusting.Just when Mr. R didn't intend to continue watching, he turned around and found that some water droplets appeared on the white sofa and recliner behind him, and these were absolutely absent before.

Mr. R immediately removed his clothes and briefcase from the sofa, and as a result, the sound of water dripping on the quilt was also heard from the other side of the bed.Soon, a puddle of brown water stains appeared on the bed, and Mr. R immediately picked up the phone and called the room service.

Just after hanging up the phone, suddenly a drop of brown water dripped on the back of Mr. R's hand, and he quickly walked into the bathroom to wash it off.Under the bright incandescent light in the bathroom, Mr. R realized that the water was not brown, but red!

So, Mr. R went into the room and turned on all the lights, and then used the white front light of the mobile phone to get close to the water damage. Sure enough, they were all red.

Mr. R looked up to the ceiling again.At some point, small pieces of water droplets gathered on the ceiling that was dyed yellow by the light, above the bed, above the TV, above the sofa, above the desk, almost as far as the eye can see Both are.

Mr. R was a little panicked and uneasy, but he still walked to the bedside.He opened the curtains and found that the sky was getting white, and it was early morning when there were no clouds in the sky. Then he opened the window and found that the air outside was dry, which was a typical arid climate in northern summer.

As soon as the curtains were drawn, the situation in the room became clearer.The red drops of water, like the eggs of some kind of insect larvae, were densely assembled and hung above the head, making one's scalp tingle.

At this moment, the waiter knocked on the door.

Mr. R walked quickly to the door and opened it. The waiter was as surprised as he was when he entered.The water droplets on the ceiling of the room are getting bigger and bigger, and the smaller ones are slowly condensing together. After being overwhelmed, they either drip or flow down the wall, dragging lines on the white wall. Bright red water stains.

"This has never happened before." The waiter said in a panic.

"What now?"

"It should be that the water pipe inside the wall is rusted and broken. Let me give you another room."

Just after the waiter finished speaking, the water droplets in the room suddenly increased again, and the whole room became like it was raining.There seems to be some smell mixed in the water, which is familiar but not sure. Mr. R suddenly felt that it didn't feel like a water pipe was broken. He didn't know where the intuition came from, so he said to the waiter: "Could it be a water leak upstairs?"

"Probably not." The waiter immediately denied it.

Mr. R suddenly realized that his luggage and clothes for tomorrow's speech were all in the room, and they had already been soaked.I was a little annoyed for a while, and asked the hotel manager to come forward to solve this matter.

Mr. R came to the front desk wearing a bathrobe and the waiter who couldn't figure out the situation. After hearing Mr. R's description and the staff's affirmation, the manager on duty apologized to him continuously and promised to upgrade him to a VIP suite. .Although it didn't help the matter, Mr. R stopped being serious with them when he thought about going to the speech three hours later, and agreed to their conditions.

In order to express his apology, the manager on duty went back to the room with Mr. R, and the waiter followed him.The two kept apologizing to Mr. R, and promised to clean all the dirty clothes for free and deliver them to my room before eight o'clock. Mr. R compromised and agreed not to pursue further.

When he, the manager and the waiter came to the room again, Mr. R was shocked by the sight in front of him again.

There was no water leakage in the room at all.

Mr. R and the waiter looked at each other, and the manager checked the whole room carefully. Except for a small piece of old water stain on the table, there was no other trace of water leakage.He looked at Mr. R at the door, and Mr. R felt embarrassed and incredible at the same time.He had to look at the waiter and asked, "You saw it too, right?"

The inexperienced waiter looked at Mr. R and then at the manager, and finally nodded with difficulty.

"What's going on?" Mr. R walked into the room while talking, and found that the clothes and luggage beside the bed were also intact.He checked the bed again, and the previous water stains were gone. It took only ten minutes for Mr. R and the waiter to go downstairs. There was no air conditioner in the room, and the water stains could not have disappeared so completely in such a short period of time.What's more, those water droplets are not transparent and have color, even if the water stain dries, the color should remain.But at this time, Mr. R looked at the snow-white sheets, sofa and walls, but there were no other traces at all, and the snow-white ones were like white paper.

"Sir, do you still want to change the room?" the manager asked.

Mr. R thought for a while, then nodded.

All this is too strange. Fortunately, at least one waiter Zuo also saw it together, otherwise Mr. R would be completely speechless.

After changing the room, this strange thing did not happen again.

However, after the training, Mr. R still couldn't hold back and shared this matter with his local colleagues.They asked if he drank too much that night, but Mr. R kept emphasizing that the waiter also saw it, so it was impossible for him to drink too much.This matter came to an end amidst their laughter.

A few months later, Mr. R came to City H again.Surprisingly, a local colleague actually helped him book another hotel.I thought the company had a new receptionist, but after the meeting, I found out that it was still the same group of old acquaintances, so I asked about the hotel casually.

"It's like this," said the local colleague: "After you left last time, news broke out in the hotel where you stayed, saying that someone committed suicide inside. We thought it was unlucky, so we changed you to another hotel."

They briefly explained it lightly, but Mr. R intuitively felt that it seemed to be more than that.

The new hotel I stayed in was on the same street as the hotel I stayed in before, and I still passed by it every time I got out of the subway. Mr. R came to City H this time to accompany people from the head office to a meeting, so he stayed longer than before.

One day, when Mr. R passed by the previous hotel again, someone stopped him suddenly.

He saw that it was the waiter who often greeted him in the hotel before.He happened to be changing shifts at the hotel, and Mr. R, who was not wearing overalls, almost didn't recognize him.He saw that Mr. R still greeted him kindly as always, and he was not surprised when he knew that he changed the hotel to live in. Mr. R was also curious for a while, so he asked him about the suicide incident that his colleague had mentioned before.

"Oh, yes, a young man committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the bathtub. Don't tell others, I only told you after I saw you were an old friend." He lowered his voice and said to Mr. R: "But it seems that he regretted it again , I heard that the mobile phone that fell on the floor was pressed 120, but I lost consciousness before it was broadcast. What a pity."

"Which room does he live in?" Mr. R asked vigilantly.

"Don't worry, it's not the room you lived in before, it's on the sixth floor, 603." He said.

However, what he forgot was that when Mr. R checked in last time, he didn't live in room 501, which he always lived in, but room 503.

Until now, Mr. R is still thinking about what happened that day.How the hell did that water come about?How did they all disappear?Was it the distress signal sent to him after the young man regretted suicide?

At this point in the story, I can feel from Mr. R's words that he regretted that he didn't insist on asking the waiter to go upstairs to check the water leakage that day.If it had been checked at that time, maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to save someone's life.

After reading the story, X came with the master who came to repair the ceiling.

The master checked it carefully and said to me: "You mean it's not a rain leak, it's a water leak upstairs."

My heart skipped a beat, and I thought, "It can't be such a coincidence."

X asked on my behalf: "Then what do you say?"

The master frowned and said, "If you want to fix it, I can fix it for you, but it's not a cure for the symptoms. It's better to check the water pipes upstairs."

So, I led the repairman upstairs together, but no one opened the door after knocking for a long time.I called the property management, only to find out that the person living upstairs is a reporter, who is often away on business trips and is not at home. A solution can only be given after they contact.

"Well, we have to wait until the year of the monkey." The repairman complained impatiently.

I left his number and promised to call him to fix it when the guy upstairs got back.

"I didn't expect a colleague living upstairs." After sending off the repairman, I walked home talking to myself.Before I entered the door, I received another call from the property owner, telling me that the owner upstairs would come back next month, and asked me to wait patiently for a few weeks.

Although the result is not satisfactory, it is better than no result.I had no choice but to accept such an arrangement. Of course, most of the reasons were because the property's call was hung up faster than I made a decision, and I couldn't let me figure it out and ignore it.

I went in, but saw that X was still at home.

"Why are you still here?" I asked.

X smiled and pointed to the ceiling above his head.

Finally, it was all white.