Chapter 4 Xiaoqian

In this way, Wu Yongsheng stayed with me at night. I gave him the key to Room 1, and Lao Wu went with the glass of water.

I shook my head. The first business this week was at a loss. I don't know what's going on with Wu Yongsheng and his wife. Now middle-aged people are under great pressure to survive, and the divorce rate and suicide rate are high. Of course, I don't care whether he and his wife can divorce, but I must not let him Well, I'm not very bold. I can't panic if he wants to kill me? I have to find a chance to find his wife's phone number to reveal the letter!

On the day of June, it was not completely dark until after 9 o'clock. I sat in the lobby and watched TV for a while and smoked two cigarettes. I was still sleepless after 12 o'clock. When the Longmen Inn opened this year, my schedule became irregular. Sometimes I had to get up to pick up and pick up guests at four or five o My sister is much more miserable.

Just as I went back to the counter to pack up and lie upstairs, I suddenly heard someone whisper, "Hey."

I was shocked and hurriedly looked up. I saw a girl standing in front of the counter. She was wearing a very strange-style cloth skirt, a beautiful melon seed face, and long bangs almost covered her eyes. She stood there elegant and classical, but strangely: she was obviously close to me, but I just looked at it. I can't see clearly because of her appearance, this girl's head is shrouded in fog, and I also have a strange feeling that her body is very light, as if she can blow away in one breath.

"When did you come in? Why is there no sound?" I didn't care to greet people, so I complained first.

She lowered her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

I waved my hand and said, "Forget it, are you waiting for the bus or someone?"

She said in a small voice, "I... I want to stay with you for a few days."

As soon as I heard that there was a "big business", I just wanted to cheer up, but I muttered: This little girl looks no more than 20 at most. She doesn't wait for the car. She wants to come to my place to "wive for a few days". Is it a rebellious girl who ran away from home?

I asked carefully, "How old are you, little sister?"

She raised her head in astonishment, revealing a pair of clear eyes and curved thin eyebrows. She was indeed a beautiful little girl. She said timidly, "Are you asking the actual age or the virtual age?"

"Is there any difference? How old are you actually?"

She lowered her head again: "It's 17."

17? According to the current child's development, it should be almost the rebellious period. When we were 17 years old, we would hold hands with our female classmates, even if we would risk the world. Now the children are mouth-to-mouth affectionate on the road. The teacher also turns a blind eye when they see it. Are they still dissatisfied?

I'm embarrassed to ask again. After all, 17-year-olds are also capable people. If I ask again, it seems to pry into other people's privacy. I have to say, "How many days do you plan to stay?"

"Maybe." She still whispered.

"Oh, the standard room is 100 yuan a day, and I'll call you eight or five... Forget it, 80 yuan a day, the child is not a bully!" I'm afraid that she will meet Wu Yongsheng...

She opened her eyes wide: "Money?"

"Ah, money." I'm embarrassed again. She looks more confused than Lao Wu. I can't withdraw money when I open a restaurant. I have to be hospitable. I regard money as a villager like dung. I have a formal business license. Besides, are there any fellow villagers who regard money as dung now?

She spread out her hand: "But I don't have money."

I: "..." My reaction is not as intense as during the day. I have to say that people's adaptability is terrible. If there is no one day of torture by Lao Wu, I may be angry again, but I'm calm now. I'm ready to answer her next question such as "What do you want money for?"

"How much do you think this can be worth?" She took off a pair of earrings from her ears, and each pendant hung a small piece of emerald stone. She slowly put them in my palm, and I felt that her fingers were colder than stones.

I glanced at it. The earrings were quite heavy and seemed to be valuable, but my eyesight in this respect was poor, and there was no standard price for jade. Sometimes it was one or two hundred yuan, and sometimes it cost 10 yuan or three pairs with a paper box. Anyway, it was all stone. I'm afraid I can't explain it clearly in the end.

I put them on the table and said, "Sister, I'm driving a restaurant, not a pawnshop. I can't take this." This is the first mash-up in history, not the first chaos in history, without a visit.

"Well... I'm sorry." She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She picked up the pair of earrings and quietly walked out of the door and helped me take the door. Then she sat on the steps outside, holding her cheeks in one hand and looked up at the moon in the sky.

I'm crashing again! They are all taught by the same master. Do you sit quietly if you are not allowed to live? She is a little girl. Can I watch her sit here in the middle of the night? There is no one near the railway station. If she wants to do something at my door, I will be left with my bosom friend: Why was the weak girl brutally humiliated? Where is the black-hearted shopkeeper's conscience? Next time I drive a taxi, I have to shake hands with me when I see him...

She sat there for more than half an hour. When I saw that she had no intention of leaving, I glancholy pinched a cigarette from the cigarette box, went out and squatted beside her, lit it, and asked familiarly, "Are you quarreling with your family?"

"Ah?" She was shocked and found me.

"Is that with your boyfriend?" I think she is nothing more than this situation, either playing with her nature or being disappointed in love. Nowadays, it is impossible for girls to run away from home for the sake of losing their bodies.

"Neither."

"Don't your family worry about you coming out so late?"

She looked at me bitterly and said, "My family is all dead."

"Sister, this is your right. You are awkward. How can you curse your parents?"

She stared at me angrily this time.

"...isn't it really dead?"

The girl's eyes turned red and she stopped talking.

I regretted it and quickly comforted it: "Don't cry, don't cry, isn't it just that you don't have money? Go in with my brother and go--" As I said, I went to pull her. She subconsciously dodged, and then straightened her clothes and said to me, "Thank you."

I was stunned and said to myself, did this girl watch too many costume dramas? What kind of figure did she play during this time?

When I entered the lobby, I asked her, "Are you hungry?"

She blushed, but didn't say anything. I knew she was embarrassed. She made a bucket of instant noodles for her and put them on a table in the restaurant: "It's okay. I don't have a cook here."

She smiled shyly at me, and then floated from the door to the table - her long skirt was on the ground, and she could hardly see her legs walking, and it felt like she was floating over. She picked up the fork and looked at it for a long time. She forked a few noodles as if she had never seen instant noodles before. Finally, her hunger overcame her shyness. She handed the surface on the fork in front of her, but she did not open her mouth. She forked her nose and smelled it for a long time. After smelling Continue to smell in front of your nose...

I was so puzzled that I couldn't help saying, "Isn't it to my taste?"

She was slightly stunned and said, "No, it's delicious."

"Then why don't you eat it?"

"I'm eating."

"You... go on."

So she continued to smell. The funny thing was that she smelled noodles exactly the same as we ate noodles: first took out a few noodles and shook them, and then sent them to her nose to smell. She smelled it, but her mouth did not move at all. Finally, she smelled a bucket of noodles, put the tip of her nose to the edge of the bowl and smelled the soup inside. Then she took out a handkerchief and wiped it on her mouth and said, "I'm full."

"You eat... Then go to bed. This is the key to room 2. In the way, girl, please register your ID card for me. I'm afraid there will be an inspection."

"ID card?" She was stunned and said, "No."

I began to admire my foresight: these two were really taught by a master. I waved my hand helplessly: "Go ahead."

She smiled at me and went upstairs. When she was at the top of the stairs, I asked loudly, "Girl, what's your name?"

After a moment of silence, two words floated at the corner of the stairs: "Xiaoqian."

I answered and began to pack up and get ready for bed. On the table in the restaurant, the bucket of noodles was well placed. Xiaoqian stirred for a long time, but she didn't move a chopstick. It was in the middle of the night when my stomach rumbled. It was a pity to see that the side was thrown away, so I Muttering: "The mouth is so delicious, such delicious noodles..."

I can't say a word in the following words, because I was horrified to find that the noodles have no taste at all. It's not the tasteless soup like water, but completely without any texture. It's not sour, sweet, bitter or spicy, and it's not the soft feeling of white water. It's like foam with water .

I vomited at the first bite! No matter how you suck the soup, it's not a taste at all.

I was stunned for a long time before muttering, "No wonder the girl doesn't eat..." But she soon found that something was wrong. Xiaoqian didn't find this bad opportunity at all. Can she smell it? I also smelled it. It still smelled like instant noodles, but it was obviously much lighter than usual. With my rich experience of eating instant noodles, I can accurately distinguish whether this side is Master Kong's braised beef noodles in 1982 or Fumanduo pickled cabbage spareribs noodles in 1997 - they have different movements of diarrhea after eating...

But I can be sure that no one in the world is innately like this.

Master Kang's instant noodles with net pocket flavor?

No, I can only throw it into the trash can, and then suddenly feel that the girl's name just now is a little familiar - Xiaoqian, isn't it the female ghost played by Wang Zuxian?

Then I automatically filtered some unimportant factors in my mind, leaving only two words: female ghost!

Finally, I thought about my net-flavored instant noodles and Xiaoqian's "ely" gait, I trembled all over for no reason...

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Xiaoqian has come. Will the old demon of Montenegro be far away? Who does she love and hate? Who is the person who touched the last ring in her heart? Who can take away her fiery red lips?

Xiaohua's play road is really wide. If you don't write funny, you can also write horror novels. If you don't write horror novels, you can also make a bosom friend.

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Can you give a little more strength to the recommendation ticket, children's shoes? As soon as the new book is opened, let's make the comparison more horrible. Let's also scare those gods... A