七楼 · 第三天
The Seventh Floor, Episode 3: The Locked Iron Door
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昨天早上，乔安的桌子上多了一片干叶子。宁宁说，六号楼的最上面有一个门，他从来没看见它打开过。
可是昨天放学以后，宁宁没来。他妈妈说，他得在家写作业。
今天下午五点，快递站的门一下子开了。是宁宁，他还没放下书包就大声说：“作业写完了！走吧，去六号楼！”
六号楼没有电梯，他们一层一层往上走。一楼放着几辆自行车，二楼有人在做饭，很香。到了三楼、四楼、五楼，楼里越来越安静。
到了六楼，宁宁停下来说：“就是这儿。”
楼梯只到六楼。旁边有一个小小的铁门，门上有一把大锁。
乔安走过去，推了推铁门，门没动。她又拉了拉那把锁，也拉不开。
“我说过吧，”宁宁说，“上面没有路。”
乔安看着这个铁门。门很旧，很脏，好像很多年没人打开过。可是那把锁不一样：它很新，也很干净。
“宁宁，你看。门这么旧，锁为什么这么新？”
宁宁想了想，眼睛亮了：“因为有人常常用它！”
乔安把耳朵放在铁门上，听了听。里面好像有一点儿声音，很轻。是风吗？还是有什么东西在动？
就在这时候，他们后面，六楼的一个门开了。
一个老人的声音问：“你们两个，在这儿做什么？”
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 上面 | shàngmiàn | above; on top of; on the surface of |
| 门 | mén | door; gate |
| 打开 | dǎkāi | to open |
| 过 | guò | (particle) marks a past experience: have ever |
| 站 | zhàn | station; stop |
| 书包 | shūbāo | schoolbag; bookbag |
| 走 | zǒu | to go; to leave |
| 楼 | lóu | building (with more than one story) |
| 干 | gān | dry |
| 放学 | fàngxué | to finish school for the day; to get out of school |
| 以后 | yǐhòu | later; afterwards; in the future |
| 作业 | zuòyè | work; operation |
English (for the teacher)
Yesterday morning, a dry leaf turned up on Qiao An's desk. Ningning said there was a door at the very top of Building Six, and he had never seen it open.
But after school yesterday, Ningning didn't come. His mum said he had to stay home and do his homework.
At five this afternoon, the parcel station door suddenly flew open. It was Ningning, and before he had even put down his schoolbag he shouted: "Homework's done! Let's go, to Building Six!"
Building Six has no lift, so they climbed up floor by floor. A few bikes stood on the first floor, and on the second someone was cooking, and it smelled good. By the third, fourth and fifth floors, the building was getting quieter and quieter.
On the sixth floor, Ningning stopped and said, "This is it."
The stairs only went as far as the sixth floor. Beside them was a small iron door with a big lock on it.
Qiao An went over and pushed the iron door, but it didn't move. Then she pulled at the lock, but it wouldn't open either.
"Told you," said Ningning. "There's no way up."
Qiao An looked at the iron door. It was old and dirty, as if no one had opened it for years. But the lock was different: it was new, and clean.
"Ningning, look. The door is so old, so why is the lock so new?"
Ningning thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up: "Because someone uses it a lot!"
Qiao An put her ear to the iron door and listened. There seemed to be a faint sound inside. Was it the wind? Or was something moving?
Just then, behind them, a door on the sixth floor opened.
An elderly voice asked, "You two, what are you doing here?"