On the second day, in order to avoid meeting with Summer, I went out early, wandered aimlessly, and when I came to a junction, I stared at the road sign with white letters on a blue background for a long time.

At first glance, it is a small alley, lined with two-story residential buildings, and the road seems to be quite narrow, but in fact, it is wider and wider.

At the end of my exploration, I only saw No. 50, and No. 51, which was supposed to be behind No. 50, I couldn't find it.

It is an old-fashioned residential alley, which looks low and dilapidated on the outside, but inside it is very neat, clean and antique.

Each house is a small high-rise, detached, next to each other, each with a small courtyard, planted with some flowers and plants outside, its style is similar to the old houses in old Shanghai.

There was a stall on the side of the road that set up wontons and dumplings, and the owner was a middle-aged woman with a good face.

Hearing me speak, the woman stopped rolling the flour and looked up at me very suspiciously, "Are you going to No. 51?"

"Yes, how do I get there?"

"This alley goes all the way to the end, and then turn left to get there," the stall owner gestured with his hand.

"Why is it that people keep asking about that place?" I heard the stall owner muttering to himself behind me, just strange, and his footsteps did not stop......

Looking around in the alley, the normal house number is one to fifty positive numbers in order, divided into two sides, one side is single, and one side is double. It's just that the arrangement here actually starts from the fifty, and according to the woman just now, the fifty-one is actually behind the one.

Thinking of this, I felt a chill in my heart, and looked up at the sky, the weather was good today, but the sun was scorching.

No. 2, No. 1, finally came to the end, it was really an intersection, turned left, and what caught my eye was still an alley, but this alley was quieter than before.

No, it's deserted, it seems that the sun doesn't shine all year round, the dark green moss hangs from the green bricks, and the walls are cold.

Suddenly, my eyes stopped in front of a vintage two-story single villa.

The iron fence outside the villa is planted with roses, roses, and creepers that extend to the second floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor are open, white curtains flutter gently on the balcony with the breeze, and the blue door number on the door is impressively written with a few white words 'No. 51 Wuyang Road'.

The door is hidden, the sandalwood is carved with retro patterns, painted with gold dust, and it has to be said that this place has a soul-stirring attraction.

With a slight push, I heard a creak, and the door slowly opened.

"Is there anyone? I'm here for an interview" After entering, I tightly covered the satchel on my waist with one hand, and there was a small dagger hidden in the bag, perhaps because I had never felt safe, and I had paranoia of victimization that made me dare not be careless in a strange and strange place.

In the middle of the house, there is an elegant hall, which looks like a living room, with a carved wooden door on the left with rows of bookshelves, which is very retro, and on the right is the kitchen, but it is modern.

Compared with the antique study room, the strange thing is that this combination does not have any sense of disobedience.

The inside of the living room is a winding staircase leading to the second floor, which makes people wonder how such a spiraling staircase is caused by the height of the floor, which is estimated to be four or five meters high.

"Anyone?" I said again, but no one answered. There was something strange about the place, and I was about to leave, so I quietly stepped back.

"Come in" Just a few steps back, a lazy and cold voice came from the second floor.

My heart was beating fast, and I quickened my pace, and I had moved to the door.

"Aren't you here for an interview?" the voice came from upstairs with steady footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a man leaned on the fence of the corridor, his figure was slender, his upper body was just covered by the shadow of the large chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room, it was vaguely visible, the man was wearing a white shirt, the top two buttons were spread out, and the lower body was a pair of jeans, and the whole person looked extraordinarily long.

I took a slight breath, this man, his aura is very powerful, just standing like this has an indescribable soul power, I have never seen such a person.

"Yes, I'm here for an interview," I took a few steps forward, and the man walked down the stairs, and I looked up at him.

When I saw its face, I was instantly stunned, a very delicate face, with delicate facial features, no more than one point and no less one point in each part, it was natural, like a miracle between heaven and earth, different from ordinary beautiful men, it is the kind of beauty that can be branded on the heart with just one glance.

An innate nobility arises spontaneously, and such a person may never be forgotten after seeing it. I just stared straight at him, and then quickly came back to my senses and stopped looking at him.

"Please take a seat" He was already sitting on the couch at some point, looking at me and motioning for me to sit down.

"This is my resume," I handed him my resume, still standing. He took it, glanced at it, and placed it on the coffee table.

Seeing this, I probably knew the result, and I just wanted to get out of this weird place quickly, so I bent down and picked up my resume, "In that case, I won't disturb your time".

But his voice sounded in the back of my head, "Did I say let you go"

Hearing this, I leaned over slightly, "What do you mean?"