七楼 · 第七天
The Seventh Floor, Episode 7: The Old Key
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昨天晚上十二点，乔安一个人坐在快递站里，没有开灯。她听见有人在外面用钥匙开门。
门开了。一个人走了进来。他也没有开灯，可是好像知道东西都在哪儿。
他慢慢地走到她的桌子前面，拿起了那个小快递。它在他手里响了一下。
她很害怕，但还是站起来，开了灯。
灯一开，那个人站住了。头发是白的，个子不高，脚上还是那双旧鞋。
是邹爷爷。
“爷爷？”她看着他，“您怎么有这儿的钥匙？”
他没说话。他手里有一把黄色的钥匙，比她的那把旧得多。
“这个门一共就两把钥匙，”她说，“我这儿有一把，罗师傅那儿有一把。”
他还是不说话。
“以前七楼的快递，都是您拿走的？”
他点了点头。
“桌子上的叶子，也是您放的？”
他又点了点头，从衣服里拿出一片叶子，放在了桌子上。和上次的一样，也是干的。
“爷爷，这些东西是谁寄给您的？”
邹爷爷拿着那个小东西走到门口，站了一会儿。他没有看她，只小声说了一句：
“她一直都给我留着。”
说完，他就走了。外面又安静了，只能听见风的声音。
她站在那儿，很久没动。“她”是谁？是谁每个月给他寄这些东西？他为什么有这儿的钥匙？
她拿出手机，给罗师傅写了一句话：“明天早上，您能帮我看看，七楼的快递是从哪儿寄来的吗？”
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 站 | zhàn | station; stop |
| 外面 | wàimiàn | outside; out |
| 门 | mén | door; gate |
| 进来 | jìnlai | to come in; to enter |
| 走 | zǒu | to go; to leave |
| 前面 | qiánmiàn | in front; ahead |
| 但 | dàn | but; yet |
| 灯 | dēng | lamp; light |
| 用 | yòng | to use; use; usefulness |
| 害怕 | hàipà | to be afraid; to be scared |
| 头发 | tóufa | hair (on the head) |
| 脚 | jiǎo | foot |
English (for the teacher)
At twelve last night, Qiao An was sitting alone in the parcel station with the light off. She heard someone outside opening the door with a key.
The door opened. Someone walked in. He didn't turn on the light either, but he seemed to know where everything was.
He walked slowly to her desk and picked up the little parcel. It rattled in his hand.
She was scared, but she still stood up and switched on the light.
As the light came on, the man stood still. White hair, not very tall, and on his feet the same old shoes.
It was Grandpa Zou.
"Grandpa?" She looked at him. "How do you have a key to this place?"
He said nothing. He had a yellow key in his hand, much older than hers.
"This door has only two keys in all," she said. "I have one, and Mr Luo has one."
He still said nothing.
"All the seventh-floor parcels before, you took them?"
He nodded.
"And the leaf on the desk, you left that too?"
He nodded again, took a leaf out of his clothes and put it on the desk. Just like the last one, it was dry too.
"Grandpa, who sends you these things?"
Grandpa Zou carried the little parcel to the door and stood there for a moment. He didn't look at her, and only said one thing, quietly:
"She always kept them for me."
With that, he left. It was quiet outside again; all she could hear was the wind.
She stood there and didn't move for a long time. Who was "she"? Who sent him these things every month? And why did he have a key to this place?
She took out her phone and wrote a line to Mr Luo: "Tomorrow morning, could you help me check where the seventh-floor parcels are sent from?"