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In this way, Wu Yongsheng stayed here at me in the evening. I gave him the key to Room No. 1, and Lao Wu took the glass of water to go up.

I shook my head. The first business this week was so lost. I don’t know what happened to Wu Yongsheng and his wife. Now middle-aged people are under great pressure to survive, and the divorce rate and suicide rate are still high. Of course, I don’t care whether he divorces his wife or not, but I must not let him commit suicide on my behalf. If I don’t say anything else, I am not brave enough. I will be so panicked if he wants to die. I have to find an opportunity to find his wife’s phone number to read a message!

It was not completely dark in June until 9 o'clock. I sat in the lobby for a while and smoked two cigarettes. I still had no sleepiness at 12 o'clock. The Longmen Inn opened this year, my daily routine became irregular. Sometimes I had to get up to pick up customers at four or five o'clock, and I was 85% off for 100 yuan a night, which was much more miserable than the lady.

Just as I returned to the counter and was about to clean up and lie upstairs, I suddenly heard someone say softly: "Hey."

I was startled and looked up quickly. I saw a girl standing in front of the counter at some point, wearing a very strange cloth skirt, her beautiful melon-shaped face, long bangs almost covered her eyes, her hair and shoulders were drooping. She stood there elegant and classical, but the strange thing was: she was obviously very close to me, but I just couldn't see her appearance clearly. This girl seemed to be covered by fog, and I also had a strange feeling that she was very light, as if she could blow away in one breath.

"When did you come in, why didn't you say anything?" I didn't bother to greet someone and 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 car or waiting for someone?"

She said in a very low voice: "I...I want to stay here for a few days."

When I heard that there was a "big business", I was just about to be excited but I wondered: This little girl looks like she should not exceed 20 at most. She doesn't wait for someone or the car. If she wants to come to me for a few days, could she be a rebellious girl who ran away from home?

I asked carefully: "Little sister, how old are you?"

She raised her head in shock, revealing her clear eyes and curved eyebrows. She was indeed a cute little girl. She said timidly: "Are you asking about the actual age or the empty age?"

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

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

17?The development of children should be almost over the rebellious period. When we were 17 years old, we would be fighting with female classmates even if we were so angry. Nowadays, the children are intimate with each other on the street and the teacher turns a blind eye when they see it. Are they still dissatisfied?

I feel embarrassed to ask again. After all, 17 years old is also a person with the ability to act. If you ask again, you will look at someone's privacy. I had to say, "How many days are you planning to stay?"

"Maybe," she still whispered.

"Oh, the standard room is 100 a day, I'll give you 85 a day... Forget it, 80 yuan a day, I'm not fooling!" I'm afraid she will meet Wu Yongsheng...

She widened her eyes: "Money?"

"Ah, money." I was embarrassed again. She looked even more confused than Lao Wu. After I opened a hotel, I couldn't withdraw money. I had to be a warm and hospitable fellow villager who treated money as dirt. I had a regular business license. Besides, are there still fellow villager who treated money as dirt?

She spread her hands: "But I have no money."

Me: "..." My reaction is no longer as intense as during the day. I have to say that a person's adaptability is terrible. If it weren't for Lao Wu's torture for a day, I might have been angry again, but I am very calm now. I am ready to answer her next question such as "What do you want money for?"

"Then how much is this worth?" She took off a pair of earrings from her ears, and there were a small piece of green stones hanging on each pendant. She slowly placed them in my palms, and I felt that her fingers were colder than the stones.

I glanced at it and found that the earrings were quite heavy and seemed to be valuable, but I had a poor eye for this, and the jade thing was not at a correct price. Sometimes it was one or two hundred, sometimes it was 10 yuan and three pairs were also made of paper boxes. Anyway, they were all stones. I was afraid that I couldn't explain it in the end.

I put them on the table and said, "Sister, I run a restaurant, not a pawnshop, I can't accept this thing." This is the first mixed-up in history, not the first chaotic in history, and it is not the first chaotic in history.

"Then... 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 walked out of the door, and helped me bring it to the door. Then she sat on the steps outside, holding her chin with one hand, and looking up at the moon in the sky.

I collapsed again! It was taught by the same master, so I would sit quietly if I didn't let me stay? She was a little girl. Can I watch her sit here in the middle of the night? There are no people near the train station. If she wants to have something happen to me at my door, I will only have a soulmate body left: Why is the weak girl being tragically humiliated? What's the conscience of the black-hearted shop owner turning a blind eye to her? The next time the guy drove the taxi for me, I have to shake hands with me...

She sat there for more than half an hour. When I saw that she had no intention of leaving, I pinched a cigarette from the cigarette box with melancholy, walked out and squatted beside her, lit it, and asked with ease: "Are you having a quarrel with your home?"

"Ah?" She was startled and discovered me.

"That's with your boyfriend?" I think she is just a little bit of a situation. She is either acting out or breaking up a love affair. Nowadays, girls cannot run away from home for this little thing.

“None are not.”

"Aren't your family worried that you came out so late?"

She looked at me with a grudge and said, "All my family is dead."

"Girl, this is wrong with you. If you have a quarrel, how can you curse your parents?"

She glared at me angrily this time.

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

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

I kept regretting it and quickly comforted me: "Don't cry, don't cry, isn't it just that I don't have money? Go in with me and go--" As I said that, I went to pull her, she subconsciously flashed, then tidied up her clothes and said at me: "Thank you."

I was stunned and thought to myself, did this girl watch too many costume dramas? What kind of figure are you playing around with?

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

Her face turned red, but she didn't say anything. I knew she was embarrassed and made a bucket of instant noodles for her and put it on a table in the restaurant: "Make do it, I don't have a cook."

She smiled shyly at me, then sat down at the table from the door - her long skirt was swaying, and she could hardly see her legs moving around, and she felt like she was floating over. She picked up the fork and looked at it for a long time, and she looked at it for a few doughs, as if she had never seen instant noodles before. In the end, she still defeated her shyness. She handed the dough on the fork in front of her face, but she did not open her mouth. She slapped her nose and smelled it. After a long time, she put the original dough back into the bowl, changed a strand of noodles, and continued to smell it in front of her nose...

I was puzzled and couldn't help but say, "It doesn't suit the taste?"

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

"Then why don't you eat?"

"I'm eating."

"You... keep going."

So she continued to smell it. What was funny was that she smelled noodles exactly the same as when we were eating noodles: first take out a few noodles and shake it, then send it to her nose to smell it. It was so serious that she didn't move her mouth. Finally, she smelled a bucket of noodles and then put the tip of her nose on the edge of the bowl and smelled the soup inside, then took out a handkerchief and wiped it on her mouth, "I'm full."

"You eat... then go to sleep. This is the key to Room 2. By the way, my sister, please register your ID card with me, for fear of a check."

"Identity card?" She was stunned for a moment and said, "No."

I began to admire my foresight: these two were indeed taught by a master. I waved my hand powerlessly: "Go."

She smiled at me and "floated" upstairs. When she waited for the stairs at the entrance of her aisle, I asked loudly, "Sister, what are your name?"

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

I responded and started to clean up and prepare to go to bed. On the restaurant table, the bucket of noodles was still in a steady state. Xiaoqian stirred for a long time, but she didn't move a single chopstick. It was the second half of the night that my stomach was rumbling and screaming. It was a pity to see that the noodles were thrown away, so I sat down, and a handful of noodles were stuffed into my mouth and muttered: "I'm so kind of mouth, such delicious noodles..."

I couldn't say a word after that, because I was shocked to find that the noodles had no taste at all. It was not the tastelessness of clear soup, but it was completely without any texture. It was neither sour, sweet, bitter, nor spicy, nor soft, nor soft white noodles. It was like foam plastic stuffed into your mouth with water.

I vomited all in the first bite! If I sucked the soup, it wouldn't taste at all.

I was stunned for a long time before murmured, "No wonder that girl doesn't eat..." But I soon found something wrong. Xiaoqian didn't find any chance of eating this noodles. Could it be that she could smell it? I also raised my nose and smelled it. There was still a vague smell of instant noodles, but it was obviously much lighter than the average one. With my rich experience in eating instant noodles, I can accurately tell whether this noodles were braised beef noodles from Master Kong in 1982 or Fumanduo sauerkraut pork rib noodles from 1997 - they had diarrhea after eating it...

But I can be sure that no one in the world has this flavor innately.

Master Kong has made instant noodles with a net-flavored flavor?

No, I could only throw it into the trash can, and then suddenly felt that the girl’s name was a bit familiar - Xiaoqian, isn’t it the female ghost played by Joey Wong?

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