The weather improved unexpectedly after a week of rain, but Ye Weishuang did not feel happy at all. On the contrary, when the weather got better, he would inevitably go to clean the roof of her house for the landlord's wife, and curse her habitually.

"Lin——" When Ye Weishuang's ringing rang, it really gave him a headache. This special ringing meant that his troubles were coming.

"Miss..."

"Where have you died?! Don't think that if you get into my house and become a servant, you can skip work every few days! It's what time now! You're a pig's head..." A voice that was even more popular than the landlord's wife came from the other end of the phone. Ye Weishuang took the microphone a little and listened carefully to her roar. If he ignored it accidentally, he would not be able to take it away. He was poor to a certain extent and barely got a Nokia that could not be broken by a hundred times a year ago. The cost was given by the lady so much that she could supervise him at any time.

"You little guy, I will want you to look good one day!" The other party didn't know where he got his temper and slapped the phone fiercely. Ye Weishuang looked at the old watch. There was a missing second hand on the dial. He fell off at one time. Now the second hand was lying on the "6", and from time to time it would slide up with the swing of his hand to interfere with the hour and minute hand.

It was only 4 a.m.

Ye Weishuang sighed, revealing a worry that was completely inconsistent with his age. He sorted out the blue shirt that looked big on him. This was not his own, but the only thing left by his uncle who had left behind. He looked on the cracked window glass to see if his image had crossed Miss An Yu's bottom line - it was easy, because the sky outside was completely dark - and then hurried out of the door with the key.

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

When he arrived at the villa of at least 300 square meters, he confirmed at the window whether he was embarrassed. Then he stepped forward and rang the doorbell. A melodious bell rang from the house. Not long after, a maid came out. When he saw that it was Weishuang, she had no extra mood to take care of the thin child with poor development. She let him in impatiently, and then threw the rag in his hand to him. "You came just right, go and wipe the shelf in the study." Ye Weishuang was originally a cleaner, but because he was not old, he had been working for the underground cleaning company that had opened privately. He wanted to talk about work

He wouldn't be able to do it here. He accidentally went to the wrong community, but he got here. It turned out that he thought that he would never receive a order for such a wealthy residence. Who knew that the maid who opened the door didn't matter which company he was from, as long as he could clean it up. Ye Weishuang also found out later that the maid was lazy. When her owner was about to come back, he found that the work had not been finished, so he called. When signing the order, the maid realized that he had made the wrong person, but she was in a hurry and simply signed the order with Ye Weishuang again.

Ye Weishuang had not been to school well, and he didn't say anything about his work. He had done a little bit in all walks of life and was quick to do things. The maid felt satisfied afterwards, so she always asked Ye Weishuang to do it. Later, she simply asked him to come once a day. When Miss An Yu finally found out, she took the opportunity to introduce Ye Weishuang in, which was actually convenient for her to be lazy.

Ye Weishuang grabbed the rag without any attention, ran into the villa in three steps and two steps. I'm afraid he would understand the structure of this house even more than the angry Miss An Yu.

On August 24th, his helpless 17th birthday seemed to be spending his bookshelf.

[It's so pitiful, do you want me to help?] A voice that was not too unfamiliar to Ye Weishuang came from behind. He turned his head a little and smiled and said, "No need, if you finish it in advance, there will be more troublesome things waiting for me. I don't want to run out to clean up the doghouse at night."

The sound floated above him: [Happy birthday.]

Ye Weishuang's mouth was raised in a very large curve this time. He raised his head and looked at the translucent figure floating on the bookcase, looking shyly at him. If anyone could see it, he might faint. The thing said helplessly: [Because you celebrated my death day last time...]

"Thank you." Ye Weishuang's heart was very warm.

"Ye Weishuang! You are lazy again!" As the maid's voice exploded from the door, she exclaimed, frightened by a mouse crawling up along her heels. "Rat! There are rats!"

"My God!" Ye Weishuang rushed up, held the coffee table that was knocked down by the busy maid, and then glared at the gray squirrel whose head was exposed from the maid's sleeve, and gave a warning look. The gray squirrel ran off the maid's body again and disappeared.

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

Ye Weishuang's eyes were chaotic. It's hard to say that he could speak to animals, plants, and non-living things like souls. Seeing that they were really pitiful, they secretly put them into this villa with strong protection.

As expected, the maid scolded him for the whole morning, causing him to curse the rat that had punished him, even though he knew it was avenging him.

"Dang-Dang-Dang-Dang-" There was a very retro clock in the hall. The clock was very spiritual. The maid said that the clock was brought by Miss An Yu from her British grandfather's ancestral home, and it was something from the seventeenth century. The clock rang twelve times slowly, and Ye Weishuang's heart beat faster. The moment the twelfth time was knocked, he said to himself in his heart: "Happy birthday, Ye Weishuang." As if following his words, the air around him suddenly dropped a few degrees, making people feel a little chilled late at night.

A blurry fragment suddenly flashed in front of him. This situation was not unfamiliar to him. He often had this illusion, but this time it was clearer than any previous one. He wanted to see the scene in front of him carefully, but he could only vaguely see an old man in white dress who looked like an immortal wearing an ancient costume, holding a whisk in his hand, and stepping on the clouds. He was so shocked that he cut off the image and heard the maid cursing in his ears.
Chapter completed!