Jian Ling squatted on the ridge of the field, nibbling watermelon, her university diploma tangling in her trouser pocket. The current employment situation is crooked than the second uncle's dentures in the village. He submitted 300 resumes, and the only one who responded to him was a pyramid scheme organization.
"Grand nephew! Stop chewing!" Jian Ling was so frightened by her uncle's broken voice that she choked the watermelon seeds into her trachea.
Before Jian Ling could finish saying "Farming is good," his uncle had already stuffed him into Wuling Hongguang. The "Serve the People" sticker on the car window clattered, and in the rearview mirror, his old yellow dog chased him for two miles.
The gold-lettered signboard of "Yunqi Xianyuan" shines in the sun, making people dizzy. Jian Ling looked down at the dark cloud patterns embroidered on her navy blue uniform, and later realized that there were miniature Big Dipper stars sewn on the cuffs.
"Are security uniforms so curly these days?"
The corner of Jian Ling's mouth twitched: "So you found me a job as a gatekeeper?"
"You brat! This is a high-end property service!" After the old uncle kicked him into the apartment door, he happily shouted: "Do it well."
After that, he drove away, leaving Jian Ling with a look of exhaust fumes.
"It's here..." Jian Ling scratched her head and quickly accepted the reality. After all, this job includes food and housing, and a monthly salary of 8,000, which is much better than farming.
On her first day of employment, Jian Ling discovered something strange about this apartment - the residents were extremely good-looking. The old lady who takes a walk in the morning has fair hair and a childish face, and has an extraordinary temperament; the young lady who picks up the express delivery at noon has bright eyes and white teeth, and a fragrant walk; even the boy who delivers food has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, as if he stepped out of a costume drama.
"Has the beauty filter been turned on in this place?" Jian Ling pinched her pretty face in the elevator mirror and sighed.
But what impressed Jian Ling the most was Mr. Yin, who lived in a large penthouse duplex villa.
The first time I met Yin Xuanming was on the third day. That day, Jian Ling was helping Grandma Wang from 302 repair her iPad at the front desk when she suddenly heard a burst of arrogant footsteps. When I looked up, I saw a man who was at least 1.88 Meters tall striding towards me. His black trench coat flew with his steps, looking like a supermodel walking on the catwalk.
The man's face was stern, exuding a feeling of being unattainable.
The first time Jian Ling saw Mr. Yin, she understood what it felt like to have a glance at him for ten thousand years.
Jian Ling also began to secretly inquire about matters related to Mr. Yin.
Life was supposed to be great until those weird things started happening.
First is the smell of blood coming from 1602; then is the sewer of Mr. Bai's house on the second floor. Every time he goes through it, he can pull out a large ball of white hair; the weird woman who is obsessed with growing vegetables...
The weirdest thing is the frequency of disasters in apartments. There was a flood every three days and a fire every five days, but every time something happened, the residents remained surprisingly calm.
"Is this right???" Jian Ling couldn't help shouting.
Everyone turned their heads and showed the same smile: "That's right~"
I felt a chill on my back at the door of my house, and I always felt like something was wrong with this apartment, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Until that rainy night, Jian Ling's world view was completely overturned.
At two o'clock in the morning, Jian Ling was awakened by the emergency call bell.
"Sir, I'm here~" Jian Ling looked at the caller and blinked excitedly, then rushed to the elevator.
Jian Ling suppressed her excitement, opened the door, and took a closer look. Yin Xuanming leaned against the door frame with a pale face: "Help me... Call an ambulance..."
Jian Ling was so panicked, damn! My first love hasn't started yet, it can't end! ! !
Jian Ling rushed forward in panic: "Sir, what's wrong with you?!"
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Yin's handsome face twisted for a moment.
Along with a dazzling light, Mr. Yin emitted a dazzling light like a light bulb, and his whole body was glowing.
Jian Ling's brain shut down on the spot. This looked like a supernatural phenomenon!
"Holy shit! The lightbulb is working!!!"
Mr. Yin, who was exuding holy light, twitched the corners of his mouth and reassured Jian Ling: "It's not like a light bulb turned into magic."
Jian Ling's legs went weak and she knelt down: "Brother! Daddy! No matter who you are, please let Mr. Yin come back!!"
Mr. Yin smiled helplessly and told Jian Ling what happened.
After hearing a series of facts that subverted his cognition, Jian Ling suddenly felt blessed: "Wait a minute! That's what you said! The other residents are also gods!"
Mr. Yin smiled and nodded.
Jian Ling opened her mouth wide, and the reasonable explanations for all the strange events flashed in her mind: "So that arrogant resident in Eleven Four! Brother Monkey!!!"
Where Jian Ling didn't notice, something strange flashed across Mr. Yin's face.
Just say you can't say it!
Yin Xuanming shook his head helplessly.
Purpose: Happy every day
