七楼 · 第一天
The Seventh Floor, Episode 1: A Parcel for Nobody
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晚上七点，快递站里只有乔安一个人。今天是她上班的第一天。
门开了，罗师傅送来了三个大箱子。“今天的快递就这些了。”
她把快递拿出来，一个一个看看是几号楼的。一号楼的、三号楼的，都没问题。
最下面还有一个小快递，很轻。上面写着：“六号楼，七楼。”没有名字，也没有电话。
乔安一看就笑了。她从小住在这个小区，六号楼是老楼，一共只有六层。“罗师傅，这个写错了吧？”
他看了看，没有笑。“没写错。每个月都有一个。”
“那它们后来去哪儿了？是谁拿的？”
“不知道。第二天早上，它们就不在这儿了。”他说完就走了。
快递站里又安静了。乔安看着这个小快递，想：七楼在哪儿呢？
“我知道七楼在哪儿！”门口有人大声说。是宁宁，住在三号楼的男孩，今年九岁，每天放学都来快递站玩。
她问：“在哪儿？”
“就在六楼上面，”宁宁说，“可是没有路能上去。我试过。”
她把这个小快递放在自己的桌子上。“今天晚上，它就在这儿。明天早上，我看谁来拿。”
她关上了灯和门，走到六号楼下面，一层一层往上看：一、二、三、四、五、六。对，六层。
可是，在六楼上面，还有一个小小的窗户。里面的灯亮着。
窗户后面，好像站着一个人，也在看着她。
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 站 | zhàn | station; stop |
| 门 | mén | door; gate |
| 送 | sòng | to give (as a present) |
| 拿 | ná | to take; to hold; to carry |
| 出来 | chūlái | to come out; to emerge |
| 楼 | lóu | building (with more than one story) |
| 下面 | xiàmiàn | next; following |
| 上面 | shàngmiàn | above; on top of; on the surface of |
| 笑 | xiào | to laugh; to smile |
| 从小 | cóngxiǎo | since childhood; from a young age |
| 错 | cuò | wrong; mistaken; mistake; fault |
| 走 | zǒu | to go; to leave |
English (for the teacher)
At seven in the evening, Qiao An was alone in the parcel station. It was her first day at work.
The door opened, and Mr Luo brought in three big boxes. "That's all of today's parcels."
She took the parcels out and checked them one by one to see which building each was for. Building One, Building Three: no problem.
At the very bottom there was one more small parcel, very light. On it was written: "Building Six, seventh floor." No name, and no phone number either.
Qiao An took one look and laughed. She had lived in this compound since she was little, and Building Six was an old block with only six floors. "Mr Luo, this one's written wrong, isn't it?"
He looked at it and didn't laugh. "It's not wrong." "One comes every month."
"So where did they go?" "Who took them?"
"No idea." "By the next morning, they're gone." With that, he left.
The parcel station was quiet again. Qiao An looked at the little parcel and thought: where is the seventh floor?
"I know where the seventh floor is!" Someone at the door said it loudly. It was Ningning, the nine-year-old boy from Building Three, who came to play at the parcel station every day after school.
"Where?" she asked.
"Right above the sixth floor," said Ningning, "but there's no way up." "I've tried."
She put the little parcel on her own desk. "Tonight it stays right here." "Tomorrow morning, I'll see who comes for it."
She switched off the light, shut the door, walked to the foot of Building Six and looked up floor by floor: one, two, three, four, five, six. Yes: six floors.
But above the sixth floor there was one more tiny window. The light inside was on.
Behind the window, someone seemed to be standing, looking back at her.