In the scorching summer, no gentle breeze.
Qin Zhaoyang, carrying a bunch of keys and a suitcase, walked into Jinyu Garden.
His cousin flew abroad and asked him to look after the house. Since he had no place to live, he agreed.
The house was on the fourth floor, with three bedrooms, two living rooms and one bathroom. Qin Zhaoyang had been there once last year, so he was quite familiar with it.
When he opened the door, a whiff of milk wafted in.
But I felt something was wrong. It seemed like someone lived here. My cousin didn't say she had lived here!
Qin Zhaoyang looked at the several extra-large covers and the lace-trimmed little neines hanging on the balcony clothes rack and turned his head into a great thought.
"Who are you?"
'Ah, thief, rogue!'
A powerful, high-pitched scream from a woman nearly broke Qin's eardrum.
Before Qin could react, two more beautiful women burst out of the room. Their figures were quite hot.
"Don't fight, don't fight!"
Qin Zhaoyang shouted "Don't hit!" as he blocked the attacks of the three beauties with his hand.
"How dare you come and steal your underwear? No wonder people in the neighborhood often say that there are lecherous men stealing underwear."
"Sisters beat me hard!"
Qin Zhaoyang was at a loss for tears, covering his head but neglecting his bottom. This bout of punches and kicks left him completely stunned.
My cousin didn't say the house was rented out either!
Could it be that I entered the wrong spiral cave?
"Tell me who you are, or we'll call the police."
Probably exhausted from the fight, the three beauties were panting, their perfect figures rising and falling with each breath.
"I am..."
Just then the phone rang.
It was one of the three beauties who gave Qin Zhaoyang a fierce glare and then picked up the phone:
"Hey, Sister Juan, what?"
"Your cousin?"
"Sister Juan, is your cousin about 1.8 meters tall, in his twenties?"
"He... He's been here, we're chatting, well, very pleasant! '
"We're playing mahjong, three against one!"
There's nothing wrong with that.
While the other person was on the phone, Qin Zhaoyang finally had time to start looking at the three tigress.
The person who answered the phone was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, tall, with big wavy hair, upturned eyebrows and long legs, a bit like the heartthrob in the Pink Girls.
Another person, slightly shorter in stature, with a delicate appearance and two cute little tiger teeth, was wearing a floral dress.
The last one was small, with a baby face, and the most prominent feature was the fullness that was about to spill out of the chest. To put it in one word, it was a big X with a childlike face...
In a word, she's bubbly beautiful.
Qin Zhaoyang was peeping. The beauty who answered the phone had already hung up, and her expression was already a little embarrassed.
"That cousin, my name is Pu Meiqi, just now I was embarrassed, I didn't know you were Sister Juan's cousin, are you okay?"
Looking at Qin Zhaoyang, who was curled up in the corner, with a pighead and panda eyes, looking as if he had no desire to live, Pu Meiqi said with embarrassment.
"Meiqi, who is he??"
It was another beauty, Su Xiaorou, who asked the question.
"Could it really be Sister Juan's cousin?"
This is the last beauty, the youngest but the most prominent figure.
Her name is Bao Xiaoxiao.
Qin Zhaoyang was cursing his cousin over and over again at this moment.
The house was rented out, and there were three women who didn't even tell him. This beating was as unjust as it could be.
The key point is that there's no place to reason.
"That cousin, I'm Bao Xiaoxiao, I'll get some medicinal wine for you to apply."
Looking at Bao Xiaoxiao who was trembling as she walked, Qin Zhaoyang wondered if this name was appropriate.
After a brief introduction, the few people became quite familiar with each other. There were three rooms, one for Pu Meiqi, one for Su Xiaorou and Bao Xiaoxiao, and the remaining one was reserved for him by his cousin before.
So now it's Qin Zhaoyang's.
Looking in the mirror, he saw his bruised face and the corner of his eye, which was broken and had blood streaks.
Qin Zhaoyang decided to sleep, at least to ease the pain.
Qin graduated from a third-rate university and couldn't find a good job, so he just picked up an apprentice at an antique shop.
He called himself an apprentice, but he was actually a handyman, earning 2,500 yuan a month, never going hungry.
So, in order to save five hundred yuan a month's rent, I took a half-day off and came here.
I thought I'd get a bargain, but ended up being beaten up.
Probably tired, he fell asleep as soon as he hit his head and soon fell asleep.
But at that moment, his eyes, which had been bruised and bloodshot, changed, and there was a faint arc winding around them.
Then the wounds on the face faded away as if they had never been there.
"Cousin, are you there?"
"Do me a favor!"
While Qin was fast asleep, the door was knocked on and he opened his eyes and looked towards the door.
Just then, a magical scene occurred, the door gradually became illusory, and then he saw Pu Meiqi, the one who had beaten him the fiercest in the afternoon.
And then, the clothes on Pu Meiqi...
"Ghost!"
Qin Zhaoyang screamed in terror, almost giving himself a fright, and looked at the door again. The door was still the door.
Could it be that I have hallucinations?
Just as Qin Zhaoyang was about to withdraw his gaze and open the door, another magical scene occurred, and the door vanished again.
This is not an illusion!
"Cousin, are you there?"
Pu Meiqi's voice grew louder.
"Here we come!"
Qin Zhaoyang quickly shook off his thoughts and went to open the door, then was stunned, because Pu Meiqi's outfit was exactly the same as the one he had just seen.
"Cousin, what are you going to be stunned about!"
"My hair dryer is broken. Could you fix it for me? This is something Xixi bought. It's really unreliable."
Qin Zhaoyang suddenly came to his senses and finally realized where the problem lay.
He might really be able to see things through!
Suppressing his excitement, he took trembling steps to Pu Meiqi's room, where there was a hair dryer on the dressing table.
"Show me what I bought for 298 and it broke down in less than a week."
While Pu Meiqi was still complaining, Qin Zhaoyang began to focus and in just three seconds, he saw clearly the structure inside the hair dryer.
The heating tube is broken and the hair dryer is useless.
Pu Meiqi looked at Qin Zhaoyang curiously and said:
"You didn't even open it, how did you know?"
Qin Zhaoyang was about to find an excuse when his phone rang. It turned out to be the set alarm.
"Sister Qi, this one of yours is really broken. If you can go back, go back!"
"It's time for me to start work, or Zhou Pipi will deduct my salary again."
Yes, Qin Zhaoyang's boss's surname is Zhou and he's usually very stingy, so he gave him a nickname, Zhou Piapi.
Zhou's antique shop is located near the Confucius Temple in Jinling City. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
Antique makers are no different from those in other trades and like to gather in groups.
In addition to antique shops, there are many small vendors setting up stalls here. Of course, 99 percent of them are fakes.
Zhou's shop is right in the middle of the antique street.
As soon as Qin Zhaoyang came in, he saw Zhou chatting with a man in his thirties who was breathing while talking, probably discussing something.
"Boss!"
Qin Zhaoyang greeted.
"Um!"
Zhou made a "uh-huh" sound, then continued to talk to the man wearing glasses.
"This is a copy of the three-legged black-patterned pen holder from the Northern Song Dynasty's Ru Kiln from the Republic of China period. It's still incomplete. You'd better go and have a look at other places!" "
Qin Zhaoyang, having nothing to do, stared at the pen holder, mainly to steal some experience and try to turn on his perspective.
At that moment, Qin was startled. He was not astonished by the pen holder itself, but that there was something hidden in the lower part of the pen holder.