Xiaoxi, the silly and cute female salesman, is also the only female salesman in the company.

1.7 meters tall, 1.6 meters long legs, if it weren't for the fact that his personality is a little silly and his skin is a little dark, just from the back, he is an absolute goddess-level character.

But because of her personality, everyone has always treated her as a little brother, and she often forgets her gender.

Is that her? But didn't Brother Chao say that the old witch was jealous and no longer allowed all female colleagues to appear at her cocktail party?

No matter, let's go to bed first, anyway, with Brother Chao here, Xiaoxi will definitely not be able to suffer...

When I went downstairs for breakfast the next day, I stopped by the small supermarket to buy an induction cooker and take a large pile of instant noodles to prepare as rations when I was too lazy to move.

After shopping and returning to the community, I don't know if it was my delusion or the role of the psychological hints given by Lao Gu yesterday, I always felt that the residents I met in the community were full of joy on their faces, as if Lao Wang's happy event was the happy event of all the neighbors.

When I got home, I put down my things and thought about it, I went downstairs and bought some food, and I was going to not go out today.

When I returned home again, I saw Lao Gu as soon as I entered the community, and Lao Gu also saw me, and waved at me from afar and shouted, "Xiao Zhao, are you busy?" ”

I replied to him with concern: "Ah, come out and buy something to eat, I have work to do in the afternoon, so I stay at home and don't go out." ”

Lao Gu smiled and nodded, I knew this was the answer he wanted, I also smiled, and went straight home after laughing.

A few steps out of the elevator is the old Wang's house, looking at the door of the old Wang's house I couldn't help but smile, his door was pasted with a "Xi" word, but the color of this word is not the same as the common red of other people's families, obviously a little dark, purple.

This color makes me feel a little strange, Lao Wang's wedding is to be held at night, and in the light of the night, the word "Xi" must not be like black?

This is also a kind of expression of 'low-key'?

I thought about it as I returned to my home.

In the afternoon, I checked the information, contacted the supplier, studied the online store, and was busy until I couldn't read the words on the book clearly.

Stretch out, turn on the lights and get ready to get busy.

Suddenly I remembered the matter of Lao Wang next door, Lao Gu said that he did it at night, so is it too fast at this time?

Why is there no sound at all? Haven't started yet?

I calmed down and listened carefully, there was no special sound in the corridor, and there was no movement from the old Wang family across the wall.

Forget it, no matter, it's none of my business anyway.

While thinking about me, I got up to boil water and instant noodles, waiting for the instant noodles to be available, I clicked on WeChat and glanced at it, I had the WeChat of all my colleagues on my phone, but I never added Zhu Bajie and his family.

Zhu Bajie doesn't use WeChat in the office, so I haven't added him, his mother often shakes WeChat when he is in the company, but he has never taken the initiative to add us employees, it seems that only Liu Guangzheng took the initiative to add pig fucking with a dead face, and no one else has a pig fucking WeChat.

That's right, Liu Guangzheng.

I flipped to his WeChat account and clicked on it to look at his recent circle of friends.

Yesterday, today, it's all live reports of the pig drinking party, like a group of demons dancing, and the accompanying text is elegant and makes people hurt with their eggs, and they slap their ass, and they feel more embarrassed than watching Kuaishou's hard and funny earthy videos.

Looking at Brother Chao's circle of friends again, they are basically idle streets that are not worthy of pictures or names...

As for other colleagues, almost none of them posted content related to the cocktail party.

Eating noodles, after eating noodles, I was busy with my business, thinking that Brother Chao would continue to accompany the wine at night, so I didn't call him to chat.

I was busy until ten o'clock at night, and I still didn't hear a trace of special movement outside, so I wouldn't have just quietly finished the so-called second wedding banquet, right?

I tried my best to suppress my curiosity, after all, I had promised Lao Gu that if I couldn't say it, I wouldn't go out.

Forget it, wash up and go to bed.

In the middle of the night, a somewhat noisy sound came to my ears, and it wasn't until I was completely woken up that I realized that I wasn't dreaming.

Outside, there were chaotic footsteps, and singing voices with strange melodies.

Why is it so noisy?

I got up and went to open the door to see what was going on outside, and the moment I pushed the door, I suddenly remembered, this is Lao Wang's wedding, right? What to do in the middle of the night?

At the same time, I also noticed another thing, my door was blocked from the outside with something and could not be opened.

The mobile phone shows that it is 0:16 in the morning, and my security door is still closed, pushing and pushing, and I can't even open a crack.

Lao Gu did it, right? Is this necessary?

I quickly figured out what was going on, and it must have been the old man who was worried that I would suddenly go out. Then I guess when dawn Lao Gu will move the things blocking my door, yes, sleep in peace.

Although I want to sleep, but there is really some noise outside, I can't sleep when I go back to bed and turn over and over, and the second wedding is actually held at twelve o'clock at night, this custom is really disturbing to the people.

Outside, there is mainly the sound of things bumping and footsteps, and the sound of talking is basically not heard.

I don't know how long it rang, but in a daze, I heard that all the noise outside was gone, and it was replaced... What is it? Peking Opera?

Under the accompaniment of a very small gong and drum, a female voice with the characteristics of traditional Chinese opera sounded.

At first listen, it looks like Peking Opera, but if you listen carefully, you can hear that there is still a certain difference from Peking Opera, you can't hear the content clearly, you can only listen to the cappella.

The first half of each sentence is similar to that of Peking Opera, but in the second half, the tune is more tactful than that of Peking Opera, and the end of each sentence must be an upward tone, which sounds a little sharp and a little weird.

Listening to this sound, I wanted to sleep but couldn't.

I closed my eyes and tried hard, I don't know how long it took, my consciousness began to gradually become a little blurred, only the strange singing voice seemed to be getting clearer and clearer.

In the haze, it was as if a woman dressed as a flower girl was singing and dancing beside me, close at hand...

This feels like a ghost press, right?

Suddenly I realized that I couldn't move, I couldn't move.

The sound of singing outside, the sound of my own breathing and my heartbeat, all became clear, and of course I still couldn't understand the content of the tune.

Uncontrolled breathing and heartbeat began to accelerate, and the excessively fast breathing rate made my nasal passages hot, and the rate of my heart beating seemed to explode.

I tried to move, but I couldn't move even a finger as if my whole body was being confined to a tightly knit humanoid confinement.

Humanoid confinement? Somehow, when I thought of this word, I immediately thought of the five Fuwa in the community, but just a flash of thought I turned my attention back to myself, because I felt like I couldn't hold it anymore...

That's right, swearing!

Lin Zhengying, Bethune, and Guo Degang once said that when you encounter a ghost pressing the bed, you will swear and swear, which will definitely work!

But I can't move my mouth, so let's scold in my head first.

Thinking of this, I began to organize the vocabulary in my head, but fortunately, I usually have experience, so I don't have to work too hard at critical moments.

Countless words written in groups of three or four words that will definitely become asterisks quickly lined up in the mind, and then there is the Gatling in the brain, braving the blue light and turning on the street scolding mode...

I don't know how long it took, but I felt my mouth move, so I immediately scolded the words I had just thought of in as loud a voice as I could.

In an instant, the moment the first syllable blurted out, I realized that I could move, I kicked several times in the air like uncontrollably, and my arms danced a few times, and then I bounced up like a spring and sat on the edge of the bed, gasping for air.

After a long time, my breathing finally calmed down, and I turned my head to look at the place where I had just been lying, where I had been soaked in sweat and had taken a human shape, although the body was indeed beautiful, I still couldn't help but have some palpitations.

When I stood up, I realized that my legs were as weak as if I had just finished a marathon.

Stumbled up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, then poured himself a large glass of water, drank it all, and finally felt better.

That's when I started to think about what I just did, how could I be a ghost pressing the bed for no reason? Is it the reason why the work and rest are too irregular after resignation?

At what point in time did it start?

I looked at my phone, it was already 1:20 in the morning, I put down my phone, habitually got up and walked to the window to look at the night scene outside.

It's a quiet night... Ay? When will the song next door end?

I listened carefully, and I really didn't sing anymore, which was great, and I could sleep peacefully when I stopped.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked down at the thirteenth floor outside the window, not high or low, and I could roughly see the situation on the ground through the street lamp.

I could see the main entrance of the community from the angle I was in, and just when I was looking there, I suddenly saw more than a dozen people coming out of the community, surrounded by these people, two people carried a dark, very ancient square sedan chair one after the other.

A group of people walked slowly out of the main gate of the community, and after saying a few words to the doorman who came out of the guard room, they walked together and carried the sedan chair into the entrance of the underground parking lot on the side.

Depend on... So classical, huh?

After everyone entered the underground parking lot, the doorman who had not yet returned to the guard room suddenly raised his head slowly and looked at me...