To Your Island

The new neighbor was weird, Yin Xian covered her belly with one hand, and turned on the light at home with the other.

What is the look in this person?

He squatted outside and brushed his teeth, watching her come downhill. She kicked him down as if she hadn't seen him, then stepped on his stomach and face, and walked over.

Wiping her face clean with a towel, Yin Xian glanced at the window, she was still standing outside.

"Is she an idiot?" He frowned and closed the curtains.

This is not the first time Yin Xian has issued this evaluation to her.

A month ago.

Yin Xian came back from get off work. There are a few row of wooden houses next to his house, pass the wooden house and turn into the alley, and then go deep into his house.

From a distance, he saw a faceless girl standing under the wooden house.

She looked like a minor, with ponytails, full forehead and big round eyes. She wore a light purple hoodie with words on her body. The color of her jeans was washed white.

When he walked to the wooden house, she was already upstairs.

"Old woman, let me help you." He heard her say.

"Okay, okay." The old woman put down the weight in her hand and thanked her.

There was a ping-pong-pong sound, mixed with the sound of stumbling downstairs.

"Hey, hey," the old woman called.

The little girl steps quickly: "Don't worry, I can move it."

"No, no, oh..."

Yin Xian turned around, and the girl just now stood on the bottom of the building with a large cabinet on her shoulders.

Putting down the cabinet, she clapped her hands and wiped her sweat.

Waiting for the old woman, she has a relieved smile on her face.

The old woman walked slowly, chased over to protect the cabinet, and sighed.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? It's too late to call. I'm going to move upstairs. After moving for a long time, I moved to the second floor. You moved me down again."

The little girl's eyes widened, and it took two or three seconds for her to react.

"Oh, I'll help you move it up again."

"..."

Yin Xian, who was watching, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"moron."

After two or three days, he saw her washing her hair at the faucet in front of her house, only to realize that she was a newly moved neighbor.

"Ohhhhhhh."

With constant hissing gasps and strange screams in her mouth, she poured shampoo on her head and scratched her hair. The foam touched her collar, and the cold water almost wetted half of her back.

After listening carefully, she realized that she was yelling.

"Ice, ice, ice."

Turning on the faucet to flush out the foam, her cry rose up for a while, as miserable as a pig.

"Bing Bingbing is broken."

As if shouting could withstand the cold, she rubbed her head desperately with her hands, and her mouth did not stop for a moment.

In such a freezing day, people with a little bit of common sense and IQ would not use cold water to punch their heads... Yin Xian closed the door and went back to his room, making sure that his new neighbor was not thinking well.

The soundproofing of the village in the city is poor, and the walls are like paper.

From time to time, Yin Xian could hear his new neighbor talking to himself at home.

"Did I not turn off the lights when I left? Really sloppy, the electricity bill is very expensive."

"I have to buy curtains when my salary is paid. I don't know where the curtain shop is."

"I'm so hungry, but I can't eat anymore. This bite is reserved for breakfast tomorrow."

"Oh, I can't stand it anymore."

He put the quilt on top of his head in order not to hear her talking. She kept yelling hungry, causing his stomach to groan.

"It would be great if you could eat a bowl of hot noodles."

How can someone talk to yourself, the words are still so dense?

Yin Xian turned over irritably, covering his ears with both hands.

After going back and forth, he has already recognized her voice.

A soft southern accent, a fast speaking speed and many modal particles. Compared to talking to people, the biting of words when talking to oneself is more vague, falling in the ear, like a little bee waving its wings desperately.

In the morning, he fell asleep and heard the voice of his new neighbor.

"Hey, you little girl movie, did you take my bag!"

The uncle who had collected the tatters on the other side murmured, "Aunt Zhao said that I saw you. Don’t deny that I stole the waste that I’ve worked so hard to harvest. I’m so poor, you even have my stuff. Stealing is utterly conscience."

Yin Xian got up from the bed and saw through the window the new neighbor apologized to him with his hands folded.

"Sorry, I don't know what you want. That bag is black, and it's full of rubbish. I just throw it away for you."

The uncle waved his hand, not listening to her explanation: "It's alright, help me? Are you ashamed to help me? Don't move if you don't know what it is. You think it's rubbish, that's what you think. How much did I spend on collecting the waste Do you know Kung Fu?"

"Sorry." She swallowed what she was about to say, her face down.

The uncle held his neck up and his arrogance grew stronger and stronger: "You have to lose me money."

The little girl nodded: "Okay...how much to pay?"

The uncle reported a number, which was obviously false.

Yin Xian did not continue to look down.

People are enthusiastic and love to be good, which is their business.

It's none of his business, he doesn't care.

Wang Jiexiang was sure that he was sick.

She came back from the unit and drank a lot of hot water, but her throat still hurt. When she went to work the next day, her face was sick and she couldn't stand steady when the wind blew.

After carrying it all morning and unable to hold on any longer, she found Sister Xu to ask her.

"I am uncomfortable today, can I change my position with you this afternoon."

Sister Xu rolled her eyes and refused.

"If you are sick, ask the leader for leave and go home to sleep."

Wang Jiexiang went to the supervisor, but instead of asking for sick leave, he asked her to sell oil in the supermarket in the afternoon.

The supervisor was surprised: "Isn't the original rule that you two work shifts? Is there anything I need to apply for?"

"Sister Xu said that she is more familiar with the interior of the supermarket, so I always sell in the tent."

Wang Jiexiang didn't mean to file a complaint. She was just uncomfortable and wanted to stay in a warmer place, but her salary was deducted when she asked for leave. She needed money, so she didn't ask for leave.

Even if it wasn't her intention, the supervisor still led her to Sister Xu and cursed Sister Xu.

Wang Jiexiang got his wish to stay indoors in the afternoon.

But after that, she was more severely crowded out by colleagues in the supermarket.

The peanut oil sales period expired, and the supermarket did not keep her as a salesperson, so Wang Jiexiang set foot on the remote road to find a job again.

She graduated from junior high school, has no specialties, and has no decent work experience.

Moreover, Wang Jiexiang is a thin and dry little girl, and others don't want her if she needs energy.

After coming to the city for two months, there is not even a person who can talk to her. She can't find a job and no one can introduce her to work.

Wang Jiexiang walked on a strange street, feeling that he was a piece of sand, brought into the sea by the cold wave. Her emotions, including her existence, were swallowed by the ocean.

For this huge city, she is as small as transparent.

Really desperate, she went to find Jiang Bingbing again.

In the barber shop where Jiang Bingbing works, a job posting is posted outside.

"We are looking for female shampoo workers, under the age of 24, and their salary is negotiable."

Hope arose in Wang Jiexiang's eyes and took off the note and went into the shop.