poor house

All the things that Wu Xie had completely ignored were finally put together at this time, and he fell asleep with other employees after getting into the nanny's car that day.When he woke up, he was holding a wig that someone had put in his hand.And until that woman made a fuss and left, I never saw the cleaning lady again.And last night, the aunt said that her home is near that alley.The one with a dead person, near the alley.

But I saw the girl's death with my own eyes, and I was frightened to death by the thing that looked exactly like her that appeared on her own hair.But that aunt is clearly alive and well.Can a living person do such supernatural things?

"By the way, boss, I seem to be holding something when I leave." Suddenly remembering Zhang Qiling's appearance when he left, Wang Meng tried his best to recall the scene at that time, "It seems to be your camera?"

"What?" Wu Xie, whose thoughts were interrupted by Wang Meng, became even more confused. Why did Zhang Qiling go out with his camera?Putting down the bowl and rushing up to the second floor, my camera was placed on the table.What was missing was the telephoto lens that he brought back last night.

Why did Zhang Qiling take that lens away?Is there something wrong with that lens?

Sitting on the bed, puzzled, Wu Xie complained for the nth time in his heart that he didn't buy a mobile phone for Zhang Qiling.Usually I always feel that he will not go out, and that it is enough for me to contact the humble house.It never occurred to me that this would happen today.

Anxiety penetrated into Wu Xie's bones and cells like a dense fog, fidgeting and pacing back and forth in the bedroom, Wu Xie really couldn't figure out where Zhang Qiling could go.Biting her lower lip tightly, recalling the conversation between the two last night, a thought flashed across Wu Xie's mind as she stared out the window.

Zhang Qi Ling.Could it be to find that aunt?

After being stunned for three seconds, he picked up his coat and wanted to rush out, but the door seemed to know what Wu Xie was thinking, and closed it firmly.A Taoist talisman pasted behind the door slowly appeared, and the scarlet talisman glowed faintly.

"Damn!" Kicking the door fiercely, Wu Xie knew that this was Zhang Qiling's Taoism to prevent him from leaving the humble house.Impatiently turning around twice, although he knew that Zhang Qiling would not be in danger, Wu Xie just couldn't let go.

That aunt is a living person, if Zhang Qiling goes down with the knife, it's not exorcising ghosts but killing people.After finally getting him to learn how to eat, is he going to eat in prison? !

In his heart, he kept telling himself to be calm, Wu Xie, who was sitting on the bed, twisted the red rope on his wrist back and forth, but when his eyes fell on the bed sheet under him, his eyes suddenly lit up.

No enchantment can block my dream.Thinking about it this way, it's really a remarkable skill.

"Very good, that's it, very good, and smile more."

In a studio with a dreamy background, the photographer is holding the camera and pressing the shutter constantly.And on the other side of the camera, a beautiful woman in an exquisite tutu skirt is wearing long chestnut hair curly like waves, constantly changing her shape to the camera, showing off her curvy curves.

There was a strong smell of powder and perfume in the air, and the blower buzzed the woman's hair, exuding a more intense scent of hairspray, as well as a faint, faint smell of fishy smell.

"It's not time for cleaning yet, go out."

The stylist looked at the cleaning staff in blue work clothes standing at the door and waved impatiently. He hated these cleaning things the most, and always came in to follow things when he was not paying attention.

"Yeah, I'm leaving right now."

Seeing the leaving figure, the stylist turned around and continued to look at the woman who was taking pictures.This wig really suits her.However, is this wig from the store?How come I have no impression of myself at all.Subconsciously turning around and looking at the closed door behind him, the stylist suddenly shivered, as if he was a little cold.

The person hiding behind the door frowned slightly as he silently watched the figure pushing the cleaning cart away.The lens in his hand seemed to have sensed something, and the faint black mist turned into a hair-like thread, silently connecting to the back of the blue figure's head.

Sure enough.

The corners of his mouth were raised coldly, the usual indifference or doting was no longer in those dark eyes, only the cruelty of cutting grass and roots.

TBC

Throw text, throw text.

Every ending has to explode the word count. . .

In fact, this aunt is really not a bad person.

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In this world, light and darkness always exist at the same time.

It's a pity that too many people can only see the glamorous exterior, but ignore the dark and dark interior.People are like this, architecture is like this, cities are like this, society is like this.

Therefore, the existence of cleaning is needed.

Sighing lightly, she, wearing blue overalls, took the mop from the cleaning cart and began to clean the bathroom of the photography shop.

There seems to be a problem with the airtight toilet vent. Every employee or customer who comes to the toilet will only cover his mouth and nose to solve the problem quickly, without even looking at where they threw the discarded paper. leave.The already smelly bathroom became more and more suffocating, but no one proposed to fix it.

As if she couldn't smell the pungent smell, she swept all the papers that had been littered on the floor into the garbage bag. Her waist, which had been bent for a long time, was a little sore, and she almost lost her footing and fell down the moment she lifted herself up.Holding the wall and breathing slowly, she took off her plastic gloves and beat her waist that was already in pain and sweat, her old face showed an expression of enduring pain.

"Hasn't the inside been cleaned yet? We have to go to the toilet!" There was a heavy knock on the door and an unceremonious voice from outside the door, youth seemed to have become the capital of domineering.

"It's coming soon." Putting on the gloves, he began to drag the ground, his waist was so painful that he couldn't bend down.She clutched the mop tightly, and listened to the news and gossip of the two girls outside the door, and sighed inaudibly.

Who has never been young.But is it because you are young and beautiful that you can wantonly destroy other people's marriages and families?But why are you so beautiful on the outside, but so ugly and dirty in your heart that it is not even as good as this toilet.

"Forget it, let's go outside, anyway, the vent inside hasn't been repaired, it stinks to death."

"Well, let's go buy a cup of milk tea and come back."

The voice outside the door gradually faded away, and after a while, she was the only one left in the bathroom at the end of the corridor.Leaning on the cold tiles with a mop, she raised her head to look at the pale incandescent lamp above her head, the not-so-bright light seemed a little gray.Reflecting the little white hair exposed under her hat, it looks a little weird.

Turning her head to look at her old face in the mirror, she slowly took off her hat and gently stroked her white hair, as if she didn't mind the stinky toilet here, and took out a small The satin bag carefully took out the contents.

It was a handful of jet-black hair.

A thin red thread tightly tied this lock of hair into a knot, as if it was often taken out to look at it. The color of the red thread has faded a lot, but the hair is still black and shiny, as if it has been well maintained.

She folded her fingers slightly and put her hair on her chest. Her old face slowly showed a shy and sweet look like a girl.It seems to be recalling some sweet past, and it seems to be recalling someone who cannot be forgotten.

The black hair seemed to have sensed something in her hands full of veins and calluses. Thousands of strands of black mist floated out of her hands like strands of hair, filling the small room in a short while.The originally dim lights gradually dimmed, and the stench had quietly turned into rancidity at some point.And she didn't seem to realize it, she just fell into the memories on her own.

That year, she met him.As written in all romance novels, the young and ignorant age, plus the fact that both of them are foreign tourists who came to the city from the countryside to seek development, during the journey of helping and supporting each other, they finally gradually developed love for each other .

At that time, both of them were very poor. She worked four part-time jobs every day, washing dishes, washing dishes, and cleaning toilets. He was a migrant worker, and he was worried about scaffolding every day, carrying cement and painting paint.The only chance for the two of them to meet every day is when he goes to buy food at the small shop where she works part-time.

But even if they can only see each other for less than 10 minutes a day, they still feel very happy.In this city, you can find opportunities to make a living, and you can also find lovers who support each other.

So when she was 22 years old, they made the decision to get married.I rented a small house of less than [-] square meters, bought a small bed that sleeps two people, and became a family like this.

Neither of them had much education and no money. After receiving the certificate, he suddenly cried while holding the red book.She knew that he was blaming himself.Because the newcomers around wear all kinds of rings to show their loyalty.But she felt that true loyalty did not require any form of proof.

He was in a bad mood that day. When they got home, they sat on the bed and looked at the photos in the red book. She smiled sweetly and her black hair was braided into two big braids.He smiled a little cramped, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat covered by the hair that he hadn't had time to trim.

So she took out the scissors in the drawer, wrapped him up with a sheet, and there was