七楼 · 第二天
The Seventh Floor, Episode 2: The Parcel That Vanished Overnight
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昨天晚上，乔安在六号楼下面看见了一个小窗户。它在六楼上面，里面亮着灯，好像还站着一个人。
她一晚上没睡好，早上七点就来到了快递站。
门还关着。她用钥匙开了门，走进去，先看自己的桌子。
那个小快递不见了。
桌子上只有一片叶子，很黄，也很干。她一拿起来，它就轻轻响了一下。
“有人进来过？”她看了看窗户，窗户也还关着。快递站只有两把钥匙：她有一把，罗师傅有一把。
她马上给罗师傅打电话。“罗师傅，昨天晚上您来过吗？”
“没有啊。快递不在那儿了，对吧？”
“对！可是门和窗户都没开过。”
电话那边安静了一会儿。“每个月都这样。别问了，好好上班吧。”
七点半，门开了，是宁宁。上学以前，他想先来这儿看看。他一看见桌子上的叶子，眼睛就亮了。
“这是七楼的人放的！”
“你怎么知道？”
宁宁看了看外面。“你看，楼下的树，叶子还都是绿的。那些树上没有这样的叶子。”他又看了看，说：“我觉得，这是花的叶子。”
她也看着这片叶子。六楼上面没有路，真的有人在那儿种花吗？
宁宁说：“今天放学以后，我们去六号楼！一直往上走，走到最上面。”
“最上面有什么？”
宁宁轻轻地说：“有一个门。我从来没看见它打开过。”
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 下面 | xiàmiàn | next; following |
| 楼 | lóu | building (with more than one story) |
| 上面 | shàngmiàn | above; on top of; on the surface of |
| 里面 | lǐmiàn | inside; interior |
| 站 | zhàn | station; stop |
| 门 | mén | door; gate |
| 拿 | ná | to take; to hold; to carry |
| 进来 | jìnlái | to come in; to enter |
| 过 | guò | (particle) marks a past experience: have ever |
| 一会儿 | yíhuìr | a moment; a while |
| 这样 | zhèyàng | like this; this way |
| 眼睛 | yǎnjing | eye |
English (for the teacher)
Last night, below Building Six, Qiao An saw a small window. It was above the sixth floor, a light was on inside, and someone seemed to be standing there.
She slept badly all night, and at seven in the morning she was already at the parcel station.
The door was still shut. She opened it with her key, went in and looked at her desk first.
The little parcel was gone.
On the desk there was only a leaf, very yellow and very dry. As soon as she picked it up, it gave a soft crackle.
"Has someone been in here?" She looked at the window; it was still shut too. The parcel station had only two keys: she had one, and Mr Luo had the other.
She called Mr Luo at once. "Mr Luo, did you come by last night?"
"No. The parcel isn't there any more, right?"
"Right! But the door and the window were never opened."
The other end of the line went quiet for a moment. "It's like this every month. Don't ask; just do your job."
At half past seven, the door opened: it was Ningning. Before school, he wanted to drop by here first and have a look. As soon as he saw the leaf on the desk, his eyes lit up.
"The person on the seventh floor left this!"
"How do you know?"
Ningning looked outside. "Look, the trees downstairs still have green leaves. Those trees don't have leaves like this." He looked again and said, "I think this is a leaf from a flower."
She looked at the leaf too. There was no way up above the sixth floor; was someone really growing flowers up there?
Ningning said, "After school today, let's go to Building Six! We'll keep climbing, all the way to the top."
"What's at the very top?"
Ningning said softly, "There's a door. I've never once seen it open."