Zhang Chaosheng returned to the door of the house, took out the key and was about to open the door, hesitated for a long time and put the key back in his pocket, he walked back to the elevator gently, in a daze for a long time, not knowing whether he should go up or down.

Just as he wanted to reach over and press the elevator, the elevator door popped open automatically, and his hand shrunk, and his face stiffened with fright.

"Zhang Chaosheng, why are you?"

After 10 seconds, Zhang Chaosheng's eyes turned from top to bottom, looking at Jiang Xian's body, it seemed to be very different from what he saw an hour ago, the pants were cut in half, and the sweater inside was also cut into irregularities, revealing a slightly abdominal muscle.

"Damn, have you been robbed?" Zhang Chaosheng couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

Jiang Xian disdainfully ignored it, passed by Zhang Chaosheng, waved his hands, and immediately flew all over the sky, snatching Zhang Chaosheng, who was laughing with his mouth open, coughing non-stop.

"Have you ever seen anyone rob and snatch only half a pair of pants and half a piece of clothing?"

"Haha......." Zhang Chaosheng wanted to say something sarcastic and ugly, but he couldn't stop laughing at all, and the words were choked in his throat.

Du Luoyue and Song Zanghai heard Zhang Chaosheng's demonic laughter in the corridor, and the two opened the door at the same time, and when they saw Jiang Xian's dog appearance, they laughed directly on the floor, and the laughter immediately filled the entire corridor.

Jiang Xian watched the three unconscionable guys actually take their own tragedy as a joke, and they were not afraid of friendship. In the face of merciless ridicule, Jiang Xian did not fight back at all, and after waving the two pairs, he shook off his hair and swaggered directly into the house. The hair on his body fell back with him, paving a crooked path.

Song Zanghai's face immediately changed, and his laughter turned into anger, "Hey, can't you drop your stinky duck feather down jacket into the trash can before entering the house?"

He was just about to walk in and snatch Jiang Xian's down jacket when there was a "bang", and Song Zanghai was locked out of the door.

"Hey, you bastard!" Song Zanghai wanted to kick the door, but the kick stopped in mid-air, and he suddenly remembered that he had spent two months' salary in order to buy this set of wooden doors, and this step was another sum of money. Thinking about this, all the tempers are gone.

He had to retreat to the living room silently, sitting on the sofa very depressed and looking at the room full of hair.......

Song Zanghai couldn't bear all this, so he picked up a broom and a broom and cleaned up. This crying and laughing, this is a duck, goose feathers, as light as a feather, the more you sweep, the more you float, you can only take the garbage bag and pounce away.

Jiang Xian came out of the shower, and while wiping his hair with a towel while watching Song Zanghai perform in the living room, he couldn't help but say hello. "Brother, are you practicing catching fireflies at home?"

Song Zanghai slowly stopped what he was doing and glared at him fiercely, "Are you embarrassed to say that it's all the hair that fell off your body?"

"What do you call the hair that fell off my body, sure enough, the dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, clean it slowly, I'll go after I've washed it." Jiang Xian said proudly.

"You ......."

Before Song Zanghai could open his mouth, "Bang" Jiang Xian closed the door again. At this moment, Song Zanghai's mood was so high that he couldn't take care of himself, after all, this was his own home, and he couldn't beat or fall, so he had to shout angrily at Jiang Xie's room door, "Can you light it when you close the door, this door is very expensive, okay!!"

"Got it. Jiang Xian's voice concealed countless mocking tones.

Song Zanghai had to clean up even if he was angry, who told him to take this goods in the first place.

At this time, Du Luoyue's house opposite the door was indeed so quiet that a needle could be heard dropping, and the two of them sat on the sofa and played with their mobile phones without talking.

Du Luoyue found that it was strange for Zhang Chaosheng to come back from a trip today, he was still at the door just now, and laughed at Jiang Xian. As soon as I entered the door, my face began to be cloudy, and I didn't speak, yin and yang were weird.

Du Luoyue finally couldn't get angry, stretched out her foot and kicked him a few times, "Hey, didn't things go well when you went out to talk?"

"It went well. ”

"Then why are you weird when you came back today, weren't you quite happy outside just now?"

"I'm not unhappy. ”

"It's all written on the face. Du Luoyue said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"No, don't guess, what do you want to eat at night, I'm going to buy groceries. Zhang Chaosheng tried to evade Du Luoyue's questioning.

"Well, if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me......."

"Got it. After Zhang Chaosheng finished speaking, he immediately got up, picked up the down jacket and walked out directly.

Du Luoyue was depressed, so she ran to Song Zanghai's house to relieve her boredom, she pushed open the door and saw Song Zanghai netting feathers all over the house, "Brother, are you driving away evil spirits and eliminating demons?"

"Alas, don't say it. Song Zanghai pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit casually, the house is a little messy." ”

"Oh. "Actually, in Du Luoyue's opinion, this is not a mess, but there are a lot of fine feathers. Du Luoyue looked at Song Zanghai whistling in front of him with a plastic bag, it was really a bit like ancient Jianghu witchcraft, in order to cheat money, he danced wildly on the law field to cover up his false eyes.

"Actually, you don't have to work so hard, just spray some water in the air and it will fall to the ground, just mop it. Du Luoyue said with a smile.

", eldest sister, why didn't you say it earlier, I've been collecting feathers here for an hour, and I'm tired to death. Song Zanghai took a breath of fierce tiger.

"Why didn't you ask me earlier? ”

"You just saw my house full of feathers, didn't you ......."

"I thought you were going to let Jiang Xian clean up, so I also planned to torture him before I said it, who knew that you, the landlord, were spineless and cleaned up by yourself. ”

"Well, forgive me for being too kind. Song Zanghai could only sigh silently.

Jiang Xian heard Luo Yue's voice and immediately came out of the house, "Who is talking about me?" ”

"We're talking about you. Du Luoyue and Song Zanghai spoke in unison.

"Okay. Jiang Xian walked over slowly, smiled at Luo Yue and said, "I thought you came to see my jokes." ”

"Hmph, just kidding, am I such a naïve person? After Du Luoyue finished speaking, she couldn't help but think of the embarrassed look just now, and couldn't help laughing again.

"I know you're curious. Okay, then I'll tell you. Jiang Xian walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, clearing his throat, "I was just downstairs, I met a neurotic with a pair of scissors, running, I feel that it should be from a psychiatric hospital, the behavior is very dangerous, passers-by fled in all directions, I just happened to pass by to help subdue him." ”

"Hehe, what a super cold joke. Song Zanghai took the spray and sprayed it vigorously several times above his head.

"Hey, don't spray me. Jiang Xian said with a disgusted face.

Luo Yue thought for a while and asked, "Then why didn't you hurt you?" Jiang Xianmeng looked up at Du Luoyue, and the two looked at each other for a long time before replying. "It's said that people are mentally ill, and they must have a special habit of cutting off other people's clothes and pants. ”

"Damn, this is a female neuropathy. "Song Zanghai is squirting vigorously there.

"Male. ”

"I'll go. "I must be very magical when I go to the picture, I see that no one takes pictures and posts on Weibo. Du Luoyue took out her mobile phone and looked at it, typed in several keywords, and the message popped up immediately, but she didn't see the video of Jiang Xian's fight, only the unbearable picture of his clothes being cut and torn.