blue castle

The taxi driver complained: "This mountain road has been in disrepair for a long time, and the mountain road often landslides. Drivers generally refuse to come here. Seeing that you are carrying so much luggage by yourself, and it is raining at night, I will take you. If you come here, you should give me a little more tip no matter what."

I smiled weakly and said, "Look at me. I'm a poor student who just graduated. I just paid the taxi fare with all my money. I'm powerless."

The driver shook his head and said, "Oh, I'm at a disadvantage."

I smiled and said, "Brother is a good man."

"You just graduated from university, what did you study?"

"painting."

"Huh, painting?" the driver sneered, "Have you found a job yet?"

"Well, I found it, it's just... on this mountain..."

It was raining heavily, walking down the mountain road, it was pitch black, I was holding an umbrella, but most of my body was drenched, and my luggage was also damaged. It is always difficult for students like us who majored in painting. If I find a job that suits my profession, most of them switch to other careers in vain. No matter how much I love painting, there is no way.

For half a year after graduation, I worked as a waiter in a restaurant, and then I saw a small job advertisement in a newspaper, asking for a male gardener to trim the garden and clean the yard.At first glance, it is an ordinary job that cannot be more ordinary, and the salary looks good, but the main thing that attracts me is the location of this job. It is in a big mountain, far away from the noisy crowd. If I live there, I will You must be able to paint quietly.

In this way, I tried to write a job application report, and I got an answer soon, so I came here in a single brain, and stood alone in front of the rusty gate on a dark rainy night.

When I first saw that building, I was stunned. Is this something from the last century?It's just... unbelievable, the huge monster in the distance in the dark is like a hazy monster entrenched in the wind and rain, it is a dilapidated old house.The tall fence encloses the house, and there is not even a single light in the yard, it is pitch black.The wide iron gate in the middle of the wall is tied with a thick iron chain, and the iron chain is locked by a big lock. Both the iron chain and the iron chain are rusty, as if they have been forgotten for many years, and the rain flows along the iron gate. The iron pillars rolled down, and there was some horror in the dark night.

I tried to press the doorbell-like thing, but it was connected unexpectedly, and the noise of "Zlazila" came from the microphone.

I shouted loudly into the microphone: "Hello, I am the person who wrote to apply for a gardener before, I am sorry to disturb you so late, can you let me in?"

There was still only the sound of 'zilazila' in the microphone, no one answered, maybe it was answered, but it was covered by the sound of rain, so I didn't hear it clearly, just a 'click' beside the iron door, a small electronically controlled door opened.

I didn't expect such an ancient place to have an electric door. I thought badly in my heart, I thought this place didn't even know how to install electric lights.

Walking along the stone road and approaching the house, I realized how huge the house is, like an ancient castle. I wanted to knock on the door, but I didn't expect that the door of the house opened with a light touch. A sound that makes one's scalp tingle in such a night.

It was dark inside the door, and the lights were not turned on. I was a little afraid of the dark, so I stuck my head in while holding the doorknob, and whispered, "Hi, I'm coming in. Is anyone there?"

After a long time, no one answered, so I amplified my voice a little: "Is anyone there?"

Just when I thought no one would answer me, a light came slowly not far away. I jumped and looked at the light nervously: "Who? Why didn't you answer me?"

The light was getting closer and closer, and the dim light came from a dim yellow portable lamp, which seemed to be running out of power, so it was very dim. I squinted my eyes, trying to take a closer look at the person carrying the lamp.

It was a woman with a long white dress that covered her ankles lightly. She was slender and tall, with long shawls and hair falling down to her waist, half covering her cheeks. In addition to the dim light, her appearance could not be seen clearly.

"Hello." She spoke suddenly, and my heart trembled. This woman's voice is so weird, I can't tell what's strange, it's very low, very hoarse, very...

"Hi, I'm Zhou Ping, may I ask the owner of this house?"

"it is me."

"Oh, you are Ms. Luo." I said uncertainly: "But I remember that the newspaper said that you are a 40-year-old woman, and you look at most in your twenties."

"There's a mistake in the newspaper." She said simply, "Come with me."

I walked up the long stairs behind her, the little light reflected on the wall of the corridor, and I could vaguely see many murals, one after another, but I couldn't see what the paintings were, the owner of the house He also seems to be someone who loves to draw.

"You live here." She stopped in front of a door: "You can officially work from tomorrow."

Before I could answer, she turned and left without looking back.

I stood blankly at the door, watching the light gradually go away, thinking that a girl in her early twenties stays in this big house in the middle of the night without turning on the light, isn't she afraid?As a grown man, I feel apprehensive.

I opened the door, fumbled on the wall, and found the light switch. This night, I lost sleep amidst the sound of heavy rain...