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    The weather unexpectedly improved after a week of rain and rain, but Ye Weishuang did not feel happy at all. On the contrary, when the weather improved, he would inevitably have to clean the roof of the landlady's house and have to support her.  Habitually swearing.

    ¡°¡­¡± When Ye Weishuang¡¯s ringtone rang, it really gave him a headache. This special ringtone meant that he was in trouble.

    "Miss"

    "Where did you die?! Don't think that by working as a domestic helper in my house, you can skip work every day! What time is it now! You are a pig" A voice even hotter than the landlady's voice came from the mobile phone  When her head came, Ye Weishuang took the microphone away a little and listened carefully to see if there was any hint of asking him to do something in her roar. If she accidentally ignored it, he would definitely not be able to eat it.  Being poor to a certain extent, he managed to buy an indestructible Nokia a few years ago. The lady paid more for it so that she could supervise him at any time.

    "You little devil, one day I want you to look good!" The other party didn't know where he got angry, and he put down the phone viciously.  Ye Weishuang looked at the old watch. There was a second hand missing from the dial. He dropped it once and found that the second hand was lying at "6". From time to time, it would slide up and interfere with the hour and minute hands as the hand moved.

    It¡¯s only 4 o¡¯clock in the morning.

    Ye Weishuang sighed, showing worries that were completely inappropriate for his age.  He adjusted himself and put on a blue shirt that looked very big on him.  This is not himself, but the only thing left behind by his uncle after he left.  He looked at the cracked window glass to see if his image passed Miss An Yu's bottom line - this was easy, because it was completely dark outside - then took the key and hurried out the door.

    This 16-year-old boy has been living a lonely life.

    When he arrived at the villa of at least 300 square meters, he checked the window again to see if he was in a hurry, then stepped forward and pressed the doorbell. A melodious ringing came from the house, and not long after, a maid came out.  When she saw it was Weishuang, she had no extra mood to take care of this stunted and thin child, so she let him in impatiently, and then threw the rag in her hand to him.  "You came just in time to clean the shelves in the study." Ye Weishuang was originally a cleaner. Because he was under age, he had been working for a private underground cleaning company.  Speaking of work, I wouldn't be able to come here. I accidentally walked into the wrong neighborhood and ended up here.  It turned out that he was still thinking that he would never receive such a large-scale residential order. Who knew that the maid who opened the door didn't care which company he worked for, as long as he could clean it.  It was only later that Ye Weishuang found out that the maid was also lazy. When her master came back, he realized that the work had not been completed, so he called.  When signing the order, the maid realized that she had mistaken the wrong person, but she was pressed for time, so she simply signed the order in his hand with Ye Weishuang.

    Ye Weishuang didn't go to school well, and he didn't know what to do at work. He had worked in various walks of life, and he was very dexterous in doing things.  When the maid felt satisfied afterwards, she always asked Ye Weishuang to do it, and later even asked him to do it once a day.  When Miss An Yu finally found out, she took the opportunity to introduce Ye Weishuang in, which was actually to make it easier for her to be lazy.

    Ye Weishuang grabbed the rag without any intention and ran into the villa in three steps at a time.  I'm afraid he knows more about the structure of this house than the explosive Miss Anyu.

    On August 24th, his helpless 17th birthday looks like he will spend it on a bookshelf.

    "It's so pitiful. Do you want my help?"  ] A voice that was not too unfamiliar to Ye Weishuang came from behind. He turned his head slightly, smiled and said: "No, if you finish it in advance, there will be trouble waiting for me. I won't  I don¡¯t want to run out at night to clean up the kennel.¡±

    The voice floated above him: [Birthday music.  ]

    Ye Weishuang raised the corners of his mouth in a large arc this time. He raised his head and looked at the translucent figure on the floating bookcase looking at him shyly.  If anyone could see it, they might faint.  The thing said a little helplessly: [Because you paid tribute to my death anniversary last time]

    "Thank you." Ye Weishuang felt warm in his heart.

    "Ye Weishuang! You are lazy again!" The maid's voice boomed from the door. At the same time, she exclaimed and was frightened by a mouse crawling up her heels.  "Rat! There's a rat!"

    "Oh my God!" Ye Weishuang rushed forward, held the coffee table that had been knocked over by the hurried maid, and then glared at the gray mouse with a head protruding from the maid's sleeves, giving a warning look.  The gray rat jumped off the maid's body and disappeared in a flash.

    "Ye Weishuang! How come there are mice in this room! Please explain it to me clearly!"

    Ye Weishuang's eyes were wandering.  It's hard to say that he can talk to animals, plants, and non-living things like souls. He secretly put them into this powerfully protected villa because they were so pitiful.

      As expected, the maid scolded him for the whole morning, causing him to curse him like a rat to punish him.  No matter he knew it was to avenge him.

    "Dang-dang-dang-" There is a very old-fashioned big clock in the hall. The clock is very spiritual. I heard the maid said that Miss An Yu brought the clock from her British grandfather's ancestral home. It was 17 years old.  Century stuff.  The clock struck twelve unhurriedly, and Ye Weishuang's heart skipped a beat.  The moment after the twelfth knock, he said to himself: "Happy birthday, Ye Weishuang." As if following his words, the surrounding air suddenly dropped a few degrees, making people feel chilly late at night.

    A blurry fragment suddenly flashed before my eyes.  This situation is not new to him.  He often had this hallucination, but this time it was clearer than before.  He carefully tried to see the scene in front of him clearly, but he could only vaguely see an old man in white clothes that floated like an immortal, wearing ancient clothes, holding a whisk in hand, walking on the clouds.  He was startled, and the image was cut off, so he heard the maid yelling in his ear.

    Ye Weishuang felt with his unusual premonition: It seemed something was going to happen.  ¡ª¡ª2+13791099¡ª¡ª>
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