In order to make a good impression on the employer during the interview, An Yunuo got up early and set off, she had already determined the route of the past the night before, and according to the map instructions, she took the bus line that she had never taken.

The bus lines on weekdays are generally more crowded, even if An Yunuo has gotten up very early, she can't avoid the situation of rubbing shoulders, she hugged the pillar near the door tightly, wanting to avoid missing the stop to get off the bus, standing here, she will inevitably be pushed up and down by passengers, she doesn't dare to leave, can only endure in a muffled voice.

Fortunately, more than halfway through the line, the people on the bus were almost off, and she felt a little more relaxed, and further on, there was the so-called artist section, where there were fewer people working, and almost only the residents of the neighborhood would take this bus to go out.

There was finally a vacant seat in the car, and An Yunuo, who had been standing all the way, saw that the position by the door was vacant, she turned around and looked into the carriage, and found that she was the only one standing, so she sat on the chair safely, and slowly stood with her stiff legs.

This may be the reason for the proximity to the art village, the scenery on both sides of the road is different from the neighborhood where she lives, many of the houses here are painted with all kinds of graffiti, and it is the first time she has seen this kind of painting painted outside the house.

The destination she was going to was the first two stops of the terminal, which was a famous art center in the city, where many people engaged in art would set up studios, and when she received the interview text message, she thought it would be a liar, but when she checked it on the Internet, it was really a gathering place for art studios, and she was not so worried.

Anyway, the artworks are very expensive, and there should be cameras everywhere to prevent theft, so she doesn't have to worry that this is the edge of the city, so it's not very safe.

When the bus arrived, she got off the bus and stood on the platform to observe the situation around her.

Well, it's okay, it's clean, and the houses aren't as crowded as in the city.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and there are few people walking around, and the road is lined with shops of various painting tools on one side, and on the opposite side is a residential area surrounded by a low, long wall.

The studio where she was going to interview was in a residential area, and she bought a bottle of water from a small supermarket on the street, and after inquiring about the specific direction by the way, she carefully crossed the road and entered the residential area.

The houses here must have been built a long time ago, the floors are not high, the tallest house is only four storeys, the houses are far apart, and the open area in the middle is planted with shady trees and small green shrubs around it.

The whole neighborhood is very quiet, almost no human voices can be heard, but you can hear a lot of birds, and occasionally some singing.

She followed the directions of the map, and further in, but the map did not give accurate navigation, and she could only tell the route by the house number of each house.

It's really quiet here, if it weren't for the fact that the ground of the community is very clean, and there are private cars parked on both sides of the road, she really thinks this is an uninhabited community.

The more she walked inside, the quieter she felt, and when she reached the depths of the community, she could no longer hear the sound of the buses on the road outside, it was like an isolated paradise, there was no crowded crowd in the city, there was no noisy noise in the metropolis, and there was no dirty and dusty air, everything here was clean and quiet.

As she walked down the road, listening to her modest but crisp footsteps, watching the sun fall on her as the leaves on both sides of the road cut into star-like chips, and the occasional rare birdsong in her ears, she suddenly felt in a good mood, and felt that the unpleasantness that had happened in the morning when she was crowding the bus had become unimportant.

She began to understand a little bit why this place would be a gathering place for those who were engaged in art, it was so quiet that it could make people's impetuous hearts settle down, and it was a rare environment suitable for creation.

She didn't know what art was, and she had never worked in the industry, but she believed that the paintings made or designed in such places must have a sense of otherworldliness.

On the periphery of the community is a large pond, which is boundless, and An Yunuo walked far around the road, and did not see where the other end of the pond was, but could see a highway on the other side of the pond.

No wonder she couldn't hear the sound of any vehicles running just now, but when she got here, she could hear the occasional sound of vehicles passing by at high speed.

Further on, she should have gone to the place where she was interviewing, and when she turned this corner, she saw the house standing in the sun.

This is the deepest part of the community, except for the highway on the other side of the pond, there is basically no noise from the outside world here, and it is quieter than anywhere else in the community.

An Yunuo stood in front of the building, turned on her phone again, confirmed the content of the text message, she looked up at the location on the second floor, and took a deep breath.

It was an old-fashioned building, only three stories high, but it was noticeably taller than the buildings in front of it, and it was only three floors, but it was a little higher than the next five-story building.

Outside each floor of the building is a corridor, and the wall of the corridor is the kind of wall with brick splicing pattern that has not been seen for many years, which is very historical and vicissitudes.

An Yunuo stepped on the stairs to go upstairs, the stairs are very spacious, not at all like the cramped stairs in the old house, the whole corridor is spliced with terrazzo patterns, you must know that this process now requires a high cost to make.

Standing at the door of room 201, An Yunuo lowered her head and sorted out her clothes, making sure that there were not too many ugly creases left on her clothes because of the crowding just now, she picked up her mobile phone again, which was the front camera function of the camera, and pinned the slightly messy pieces on her forehead behind her ears, and after making sure that her demeanor was neat, she put away her mobile phone, took a deep breath, and knocked on the wooden door in front of her.

"Knock knock knock. ”

She stood in place, waiting for the sound of answering inside, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear any noise from inside, she thought that the people inside were busy, maybe she didn't hear herself knock on the door, she hesitated, and then raised her hand and gently knocked on the door three times.

There was finally a not-so-obvious sound of footsteps inside, and hearing the footsteps stop behind the door, An Yunuo took another deep breath, softened the smile on his face, and waited for the door to open.

"Who?"

As an impatient voice sounded, the wooden door in front of him was pushed open.

A man in lazy clothes was standing at the door, looking at An Yunuo in front of the door with an impatient expression.

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