Monster Apartment

Gu Bai wakes up vaguely.

It's very stuffy in the quilt, and his mobile phone is still in his arms. It's shaking now. The alarm clock at 7 am is on the interface.

I'm still asleep?!

Gu Bai Huoran got up, lifted the quilt, raised a lot of small hair, and looked around.

Nothing has changed, nothing unusual.

Gu Bai was confused with Doraemon's pajamas for a long time. He looked down at his mobile phone, which already had a signal.

Gu Bai was relieved, turned over, looked down at the slippers, thought about it, or barefoot stepped on the carpet, cat waist quietly close to the door, put on the doorknob.

Gu Bai regrets that he forgot to ask Zhai Liangjun for a property phone call yesterday.

What if the burglar is still in today?

Gu Bai stood at the door barefooted, hesitating with his hands on the door.

But in the end, Gu Bai took a deep breath, slowly twisted the doorknob, quietly opened a seam.

The light in the living room came in, bright and beautiful.

There was no unusual movement.

Gu Bai carefully pulled the door open, leaned out to have a look around, drilled out of the not so spacious gap, and walked through the living room with light hands.

The living room is the same as it was yesterday, without any sign of turning. Even the tissue paper that was thrown on the tea table before going to bed yesterday didn't move.

Gu Bai was still worried. He went into the kitchen, took out a fruit knife, and made two gestures. Looking at the cold light of the blade, he felt that it was a bit inappropriate. He gently put the knife back, picked up the mop and padded his feet on the second floor.

His movements were so light that even the sound of material rubbing seemed a little loud at this time.

Gu Bai carefully leaned out half his head from the stairwell and scanned the whole second floor with his eyes.

no one.

His paintings were not destroyed.

Gu Bai's eyes carefully scanned his two rows of paintings, and finally saw two empty clips at the end of the first row.

Gu Bai suddenly alert, carrying a mop Deng Deng Deng upstairs, from the two clips below, and then found a small group of charred ashes on the floor.

Gu Bai looked at the painting next to him and recalled the things that were originally hanging here. He couldn't help thinking deeply.

The thief came in and burned the tissue paper signed by Mr. Zhai?

Is this a new career in the entertainment industry?

Gu Bai is incredible.

Now Gu Bai's most valuable paintings are these. The paintings are still well placed here, and nothing happened. Gu Bai sighed for a long time. He put a mop on the ground, swept the ashes clean, and then went downstairs with a mop. After washing, he changed his clothes, and was ready to go out to find the property to adjust the monitoring.

It's not appropriate to call the police in this community, but it's not that there is no other way.

It's one thing that he doesn't suffer from financial damage. The property owners in the residential area have to bear the responsibility of burglary.

... although he is not the owner.

But in terms of the price of this community, the property is not as low-end as it is indifferent to the complaints of tenants.

As soon as Gu Bai came to the door, he heard the familiar sound of "bang Dang", which was very similar to the sound of Ms. Huang beating Mr. Zhai violently yesterday.

Gu bailing was at the entrance, thinking that this kind of drama was everyday.

There was so much noise outside that he hesitated to go out now.

Why don't you go back to the house and have breakfast?

Gu Bai thought so. He turned his toes to the kitchen, and then turned back.

Mr. Zhai is a good man. It's pitiful to be beaten all the time.

Gu Bai opened the crack of the door, and the noise outside became obvious and clear.

"Zhai Liangjun, you are promising! How dare you hang dusts on people's doors to prevent me? " Ms. Huang copied the same mop in Gu Bai's room and chased Mr. Zhai scurrying around the corridor on the sixth floor.

However, looking at the war situation, Mr. Zhai's quick reaction was not hit.

Under the apartment, a group of people Gu Bai had never seen had come out of the room, whistling, swearing, crying that he was going to be late, and rushing to the elevator with toast, full of the lively atmosphere of life.

Ms. Huang is more angry: "you stop for me!"

"It's just a baby! What are you doing in the middle of the night? " Mr. Zhai and Ms. Huang confront through a skylight.

Mr. Zhai said that he didn't think it was enough. He said to Ms. Huang, "you have the ability to attack at night. You have the ability to attack me!"

"For you, right?" Huang Yining was so angry that he raised his eyebrows. The mop in his hand was like a javelin. He threw it at the opposite Mr. Zhai. "If you come, you come!"

Mr. Zhai gave a "Crouching trough" and kept away from the flying mop. He turned his head to look at the three-point mop and the door number. Then he gave a desperate "Crouching trough" again.

"Where are you throwing it?" Mr. Zhai collapsed.

Ms. Huang also raised her head to look at the door number, and her arrogance shriveled at the speed visible to the naked eye.

"What are you doing now?" Wearing high-heeled shoes, she rushed to Mr. Zhai's side, pulled out a mop in one hand and a man in the other. Then she ran back to her room with the man and the mop at an astonishing speed and closed the door with a bang.

And the noisy apartment upstairs and downstairs is also quiet, and then all the back home, each class, all pretend nothing happened.

Gu Bai who witnessed the whole process

Is the real setting of Huang and Huang turned out to be a woman warrior?!

What's the matter with this building?

Gu Bai looks at the hole on the door of the house opposite him marked with room 663, and feels that people in the entertainment circle are really ugly.

Gu Bai waited until the onlookers were scattered, and the whole building was completely calm, then he slowly changed his shoes and went out.

Just as Gu Bai closed the door, the neighbor who suffered from the same disaster also slowly opened the door.

Gu Bai turned his head and looked over there. The man who came out was wearing a serious white shirt and silver gray suit pants. He was wearing a pair of polished black shoes and was slightly frowning and pulling a tie.

This man is very handsome. He is full of masculinity in the traditional sense. He has no cream feeling. He has a sharp outline, eagle eyes, sword eyebrows, full sky and a standard business hairstyle for men.

The whole person from top to bottom, from inside to outside, is full of the breath of a successful person.

In short, it's the smell of money.

He closed the door and happened to see the hole in the door. The wrinkles between his eyebrows tightened up in an instant.

He turned his head to look at Gu Bai, his eyes were like a blade with cold light, which made his skin ache.

The man was very unhappy.

Gu Bai shrunk his neck, counseled for a second, and said in a very low voice: "no, it's not me."

As soon as his voice fell, the door of room 665 next door suddenly opened a crack, and the next moment it was closed.

Gu Bai didn't dare to turn his head to look at it, but the man standing straight opposite him rushed over and passed him. He stopped at the door of 665. He raised his foot and kicked the door with a bang.

Gu Bai looked at the successful man who pushed the door open and rushed in, and then looked at the discarded door lock next door.

A part rolled to his feet and hit the tip of his foot.

Gu Bai shivered back.

Anti theft door!

This is a security door!

How can you kick it off with one kick!!

Gu Bai is about to crack.

What is this apartment like! What! Back! Yes!

Gu Bai looks at Zhai Liangjun, who is holding the bottle and starts to cry and howl, and finally swallows what he wants to say silently.

He is not familiar with this gentleman, so he really does not have a position to say anything.

Gu Bai was hemmed and hawed by the drunken Mr. Zhai for a while, and resisted the subtle charm of Mr. Zhai.

Holding his painting carefully, he bypassed Mr. Zhai, who is tall and big but just like bear child, and went upstairs.

Gu Bai is about to graduate from the mural Department of S City Academy of fine arts.

S City Academy of fine arts is one of the leading art colleges in China. Just after the graduation design exhibition, Gu Bai, as an unpopular mural department, could only watch his classmates sell their designs one by one and get offers. His paintings were sold, but no company or team accepted him.

Gu Bai had no money left in his pocket.

His father remembered to give the house, but he didn't remember to give the living expenses.

Gu Bai turned out two hooks and a coil of steel wire from the cupboard in the corner of the second floor. Stepping on the cupboard, he pasted the hook on the wall, strung the steel wire, and began to hang the picture one by one with the clip.

These are Gu Bai's hands-on works. There are a lot of them. In this wide studio, there are two steel wires hanging across the two ends.

Taking advantage of the light, Gu Bai takes out his mobile phone and starts shooting one by one.

Even the works of practicing hands are of great value to Gu Bai, a poor student.

For example, if you hang these things on a certain treasure, more than 200 of them sell well.

When he was really short of money, Gu Bai would take his easel and a small bench to walk downtown. He would sit on the side of the street and sell his paintings and watercolor sketches.

Painters, landscape painters, and imaginations. It's not ambiguous to point out where to draw if you give money. If you squat on the roadside one day, you can get two or three hundred yuan when you are lucky. With the scholarship, the money is barely enough.

After all, painting is a money burning business.

In particular, Gu Bai, the traditional paper painting profession, the special material of paper pigments and brushes, costs money everywhere.

It's hard to find a job - Gu Bai has closed his eyes and submitted hundreds of resumes. He called and said that only six of them had an interview. Then, because of the fierce competition and Gu Bai's poor expression, all of them blew up.

Face doesn't play a big role in job hunting.

Especially when the interviewers are mostly male.

Gu Bai is a little worried about his future.

He took all these pictures and was ready to go back to school. He rubbed the computer in the computer room of the school, took PS for these pictures and repaired them a little. They were more high-end and westernized. By the way, he gave a new one to his treasure shop.

Gu Bailong went downstairs with his slippers and found that Mr. Yingdi had already left. Before leaving, he also cleaned up the messy wine bottles and facial tissues on the table for him and even carried away the garbage bags.

The only tissue left on the table was spread out flat, with a bag of vacuum packaged snacks on it.

It was written with Gu Bai's signature pen on the tea table: Gu Xiaobai's cooking is delicious, this is the reward.

Signed by Zhai Liangjun.

The handwriting is gorgeous and fluent. It seems to have a good foundation.

Gu Bai looked at the tissue paper and couldn't help laughing.

Although IQ... No, although the means of pursuing his sweetheart is a little naive, Mr. Zhai is still a good man after all.

I don't know how much this tissue paper can sell with a certain treasure.

Thinking of this, Gu Bai carefully picked up the tissue paper, stuffed snacks into his pocket, climbed back to the second floor, and hung up the tissue paper as carefully as RMB.

Unfortunately, it has his name on it. It's not easy to sell.

Gu Bai was very sorry for this. Some of them went back to the first floor, cleaned up a little, and went out with their wallets.

S City Academy of fine arts station is eight stops away from Shanhai Road Station in Wuzang district.

The subway is full, but not crowded.

Gu Bai gives a seat to an old man and finds out the snack Zhai Liangjun gave him in his pocket.

Vacuum bag packaging, it seems that it should be a small package in a big bag, and there is no fancy trademark, with yiwangshan preserved meat printed on it.

Gu Bai tore up the package and found something like duck breast inside. It smelled very fragrant.

It tastes delicious.

He puffed his face, chewed the meat, held the railings, and wondered whether he should buy a laptop. After all, the computer room of the school couldn't rub it after taking the certificate.