They All Say I've Met a Ghost

Even though it was summer, the car was a little cold, and the back of my neck was always chilly, as if someone was standing behind me and blowing my neck.

"Master, can you turn down the air conditioner?" I asked shyly.

The big brother of the driver didn't turn his head back, and said to me coldly: "Passengers, please be quiet and don't flirt with others casually."

I was quite speechless, I was the only one in the car, and I just talked to the driver brother, did you mean that I was molesting him?Leaving aside the issue of sexual orientation, I think it is an insult to my personality.

I, Shen Jianguo, was born on National Day, under the red flag, and grew up in the spring breeze. Don't question my character!

I really wanted to argue with reason, but after the driver brother said this, the coolness weakened a lot, and it should have helped me lower the air conditioner.

My heart suddenly softened. The driver must be suffocating to pick me up from school alone at such a late hour.Comparing my heart to my heart, I ran to the haunted neighborhood in the middle of the night to find a job, and I was not in a particularly good mood. The driver brother might be sleeping at home, but he was called up by someone. It is understandable that he has a bad temper.

It's just a quarrel, there's no need to speak ill of people.

"Thank you, master." I smiled at the driver brother.

It's a pity that the driver's brother was still not very friendly. He looked back at me. I couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, but I saw a pair of eyes reflecting the light, which were very sharp.

"Oh," he sneered, "I hope I can see you tomorrow."

It turned out that he was wishing me to be officially hired. He is really a cold-faced and kind-hearted brother driver, but unfortunately his temper is a bit hard, which makes people feel difficult to get along with.Get to know him better and you'll see that he's a really nice guy.

"Thank you!" I responded enthusiastically.

The driver brother drove very steadily. Although the fog is heavy now, he still drove the car to the other side of the community without any bumps.

When I got out of the car, I asked, "Master, I might go back to school tomorrow to carry my luggage..."

Before he finished speaking, the car door was slammed shut, and the school bus drove away quickly, leaving no smoke behind.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I wanted to ask the driver brother to help me carry my luggage before I got to work. The bus at work is not obliged to help me with these personal matters, so I need to find a moving company when I move.But I'm really struggling recently, hey, let's rent a small three-wheeler tomorrow, it will be cheaper.

In order to make a good impression, I was wearing the only formal attire prepared for the interview, a shirt, tie, suit and black leather shoes.Walking downstairs in Building 4, I nervously adjusted my tie to make sure I was clean and tidy before stepping into the elevator.

The lights of the elevator were flickering and flickering. It was a bit scary in the middle of the night.It seems that because of the sudden death of the developer, the management of the Bian’an community is very lax. There are often complaints on the post bar that the property service is not in place. Now it seems to be true.

I secretly encouraged myself, Shen Jianguo, be strong!Grassroots college students who have just entered the workplace have to go through a difficult time. The unit manages the accommodation is already quite good, so how can they be picky about the accommodation environment?So what if the elevator is not safe, the fourth floor is not high, next time I will take the stairs!

The quality of this elevator is really mediocre, and the speed is quite slow. The time it took me to get out of the tenth floor from the fourth floor made me nervous all the way, for fear that the elevator would be stuck on a certain floor.

Fortunately, nothing like this happened, and I reached the fourth floor smoothly.

The lights in 404 were on, and the door was still open. I knocked on the door and asked politely, "Is there anyone there? I'm Shen Jianguo, a teacher candidate. A lady asked me to come to the staff dormitory to check in immediately."

"Principal Zhang asked you to come, right?" A small man in a jacket and beret came out, "Please come in."

I followed him into room 404, observing the environment of the future dormitory while walking.

The lights are a bit dim. It seems that the light bulb should be changed after the salary is paid. Such an environment is not conducive to lesson preparation.

If the curtains are too thick, the shady side of the wing room is not easy to be exposed to sunlight. Such thick curtains will give people a sense of oppression, and the yarn needs to be changed.

The room is quite tidy, not small in size, with three bedrooms and one living room. There is a desk and two chairs in the center of the living room. The little man sat on the inner chair and motioned for me to sit opposite him.

He is really short, probably less than 1.6 meters. I noticed that he kept walking on tiptoes, as if he wanted to make himself appear taller in this way.

Hey, I also understand the pain of height.I was malnourished when I was a child. I was only 1.5 meters tall in the first grade of high school. I was thin and small, shorter than a girl.Fortunately, I got a scholarship to participate in the competition and improved my diet. I drank more milk and ate more meat. In the three years of high school, I gained more than 20 centimeters. Now I am 178cm tall. It’s a pity that I didn’t reach 180cm, but it’s considered a good height in China. I am very satisfied.

"Shen Jianguo, right?" The little man's complexion is not very good, he looks pale and bloodless under the light, he must have stayed up all night, "Headmaster Zhang said to let you sleep in the master bedroom for one night, and you can go to work tomorrow morning if you are still alive. "

"Principal Zhang is the lady whose phone number ends with '94444'? Is she the person in charge of our training institution? Besides, if you just stay for one night, what will happen? Do you also believe the rumors about haunted houses on the Internet?" I have no idea. He said with a fearful smile.

The little man looked up at me, and I saw that his forehead was hurt, so I couldn't help asking with concern: "What's wrong with your forehead?"

"Oh, I hit it." The little man said with a blank face.

"You already know my name, what's your address?" Knowing that this might be my future colleague, I extended my hand to him and asked in a friendly manner.

He didn't shake hands with me, but kept his hands under the table and smiled at me: "My surname is Ju."

"Is it the furniture, or the residence? The surname is very special." I withdrew my hand in embarrassment. I didn't expect to receive unfriendly treatment from my colleagues just after I went to work.

I heard from my seniors that some immature old people in the workplace will bully newcomers, mainly because they worry that they will take their jobs.However, most of the people who can do this kind of thing are not strong enough, not confident enough, and think that newcomers will pose a threat to themselves, so they do such naive things.

I told myself not to be angry and treat people with a smile.

The kid kept staring at me, shaking his head slowly: "None."

"What word is that?"

"It's the chainsaw's saw."

I frowned slightly, is there such a surname in the family name?

"Are you an ethnic minority?" I wondered. I met a few students from ethnic minorities in school. Their surnames were a bit strange, and they were not among the hundreds of surnames.

He shook his head again, his neck was tilted, and he stood up slowly: "I am short, and I have been bullied by tall boys since I was a child. They kicked me, beat me, said that I must not be a man if I am so short, force me I took off my pants and asked them to verify my identity. Sometimes I bought a bag of milk powder and poured it into my mouth, telling me to drink more milk to grow taller. I almost died of choking, and I grabbed my throat and begged them to give me some water. They just laugh and say that the only thing they want to drink is urine."

I felt uncomfortable listening to it, and somewhat understood why he had a bad attitude towards me.Tall boys are his psychological shadow. He is not targeting me alone, but he is very disgusted with this type of people.

But I believe that through future contact, he will understand what kind of person I am, and I will try my best to help him out of this predicament with my own experience.

I stood up, grabbed his hand across the table, held his right hand with both hands, and said in my truest voice: "It's not your fault, it's their fault! No matter what age or reason, bullying Everyone else is wrong!"

"I know." Mr. Saw's face was very stiff, and his smile was fake, "Of course it's not my fault, it's all their fault. Isn't it just tall and long legs? It doesn't matter, just saw them all off!"

"..."

Looking at his joyful expression, I was speechless for a moment.I don't study psychology and have no experience in this area, so I don't know how to persuade him to have such extreme ideas.

"One long leg, two long legs, three, four... so many, so long, I strictly measure according to my height, so that each of them is as tall as me." Mr. Saw looked intoxicated, as if immersed in the In fond memories.

This is wrong, I let go of his hand, put it in my pocket secretly, and wanted to call the police.

"When all the legs were sawed off, their cries were so beautiful, like the sound of heaven. I jumped downstairs in this beautiful sound, and that was the happiest day when I was still alive." Mr. Saw stood up and pointed Pointing to his own forehead, "Because of jumping off the building, I have an injury on my head, why don't I take off my hat to show you."

"Mr. Saw, do you want to go see a psychiatrist?" I found my phone!I unlocked it quickly, and fumbled to dial 110. At this time, the smartphone is not as good as the old-fashioned keyboard phone, and I can't find the button at all.

Mr. Saw continued: "You are not particularly tall, but your legs are really long. I like your legs. Can you give me a saw?"

"Of course not!" I sternly refused, stood up and slowly backed away.

Mr. Saw also stood up, and he raised his left hand, which had been hidden under the table, holding a chainsaw in his hand.

"Then I can only force it, don't worry, it won't hurt." He walked towards me slowly.

I didn't dare to look back, and stared at him without blinking to prevent him from attacking suddenly.He moved forward, and I kept stepping back until my back was against the wall. The cold feeling reminded me that this place was not far from the door, so I leaned against the wall and rubbed towards the door.

Mr. Saw didn't seem to be in a hurry to hurt me. He stood on tiptoe, licked his lips, watched me touch the doorknob, and opened the door forcefully.

The door handle didn't move, the door was locked by him at some point!

"You can't get out," he turned on the chainsaw, and the "buzzing" noise pierced the silence of the night, "Hey, I'll let you go when you give me your legs."

"I won't be able to leave if I give it to you!" There was no way to escape at this time, I threw myself at him, grabbed his wrist, and planned to snatch the chainsaw.