The weather unexpectedly improved after a week of rain, but Ye Weishuang did not feel happy at all. On the contrary, when the weather improved, he had to clean the roof of the landlady's house and clean the roof of her house. He yelled at her habitually.
¡°¡¡± 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 head" A voice even hotter than the landlady's voice came from the mobile phone Came from the other end, Ye Weishuang took the phone away a little, carefully listening to see if there was any hint of asking him to do something in her roar. If he accidentally ignored it, he would definitely not be able to eat it. Having reached a certain level of poverty, he reluctantly bought an indestructible Nokia a few years ago, and the eldest lady paid extra for it so that she could supervise him at all times.
"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. Now the second hand was lying at "6", and from time to time it would slide up with the swing of his hand and interfere with the hour and minute hands. .
It¡¯s only 4 o¡¯clock in the morning.
Ye Weishuang sighed, showing worries that were completely inappropriate for his age. He adjusted the blue shirt that looked too big on him. It was not his own, but the only thing left by his departed uncle. He checked on the cracked window glass to see if his image passed Miss An Yu's bottom line - this was quite 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, which was at least 300 square meters, he checked at 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 Wei Shuang, she had no extra mood to take care of this stunted, skinny kid. 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 an order for such a wealthy residence. Who knew that the maid who opened the door didn't care which company he worked for, as long as he could clean it. Ye Weishuang didn't find out until later that the maid was also lazy. When her master was about to come 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 again.
Ye Weishuang did not go to school well, and he was not sure about his work. He had worked in various walks of life, and he was very quick 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 nonchalantly 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 cleaning bookshelves.
"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 I finish it in advance, there will be more troublesome things waiting for me. , I don¡¯t want to go out and clean up the doghouse at night.¡±
The voice floated above him: [Happy birthday. ]
This time, the corners of Ye Weishuang's mouth raised in a large arc. He raised his head and looked at the translucent figure floating on the 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!" As the maid's voice boomed from the door, 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 busy maid, and then glared at the gray rat whose head peeked out from the maid's sleeve, giving a warning look. The squirrel got off the maid's body again and disappeared in a flash.
"Ye Weishuang! This roomWhy are there mice in here? Please explain it clearly to me! "
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 must have secretly put them into this villa with strong protection because he felt sorry for them.
As expected, the maid scolded him all morning, causing him to curse the rat that had caused him to be punished. Even though he knew it was seeking revenge on him.
"Dang-dang-dang-" There is a very old-fashioned big clock in the hall. The clock is very spiritual. The maid said that Miss An Yu brought the clock from her British grandfather's ancestral house. It's something from the seventeenth century. The clock struck twelve unhurriedly, and Ye Weishuang's heart beat slightly faster. The moment he finished the twelfth knock, he said to himself in his heart: "Happy birthday, Ye Weishuang." It seemed that following his words, the surrounding air suddenly dropped a few degrees, making people feel Some chills 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 who looked like a fairy, wearing ancient clothes, holding a whisk in hand, walking on the clouds. He was startled, and the image was cut off, and he heard the maid yelling in his ear.
Ye Weishuang felt with his unusual premonition: It seemed something was about to happen.