When she woke up, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning, and Sheng Chuncheng was startled.
He drowsied for a moment and realized that he was still lying on the bed with his feet on the ground. He had not taken off his clothes. He was covered with a quilt, but there was another quilt pillow behind his head. Sheng Chuncheng looked up and realized that
, the chef's bed opposite was empty. It turned out that when he got up to leave, he was afraid that Sheng Chuncheng would be cold, so he covered him with his quilt.
And he didn't notice it at all.
Sheng Chuncheng sat up, feeling dizzy. Last night he had been worried that someone would call and ask him to get a massage. He didn't even take off his clothes and waited. He didn't expect to wait until he fell asleep. It might have been before.
The reason why I didn't sleep much all day was that my sleep was so deep that I almost passed out and slept until now.
Sheng Chuncheng quickly got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and walked to the reception room downstairs. Xiaowei was there. When Sheng Chuncheng was about to speak, Xiaowei waved her hand:
"No, I haven't called since last night. I need you to massage me."
"Aren't you up yet?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"who?"
"Mr. Sun."
"How is it possible? I got up early and even had breakfast." Xiaowei said, "Yes, go to the kitchen quickly. The sticks that guy made are really delicious, much better than fried dough sticks.
Yes, and that sugar cookie, it’s first class.”
Sheng Chuncheng walked into the kitchen. The chef and the waiter were huddled on a stool in the corner, hugging each other. When they saw him coming in, they stood up quickly, a little panicked. The waiter's face was red and he couldn't even look at it.
Not daring to look at Sheng Chuncheng, he hurriedly walked out from him.
Sheng Chuncheng pretended not to see anything, and the chef came over and said flatteringly: "You haven't had breakfast yet, I'll make it for you."
After he finished, he said: "I really admire you for being able to sleep all night like that."
Sheng Chuncheng remembered it and said, "Thank you for covering me with a quilt."
The chef said: "There is nothing that should be done. If we meet here by fate, we shouldn't take care of each other, right?"
This meant that there was something in the words, which meant that if Sheng Chuncheng saw some things, he would pretend that he had not seen them. Sheng Chuncheng smiled.
The chef quickly prepared the stick noodles and sesame sugar cakes, and brought them to Sheng Chuncheng, along with a bowl of soy milk.
He stood there, rubbing his hands on his white work clothes, and watched Sheng Chuncheng eat. Sheng Chuncheng took a bite of the stick-shaped dough sticks. It was indeed delicious, fragrant and crispy, and not comparable to the fried dough sticks he had eaten before.
Sheng Chuncheng nodded while eating, and the chef asked proudly: "How was it?"
"It's delicious, it's delicious." Sheng Chuncheng held up the stick in his hand like a wooden stick and said, "But it's still a fried dough stick. It just looks like a very delicious fried dough stick."
This time, the chef did not argue with Sheng Chuncheng, but said: "Youtiao are just youtiao, whatever you say is what you want."
After finishing breakfast in the kitchen, Sheng Chuncheng walked outside, stood at the door and thought for a while, then walked towards the main building. When he reached the door of the main building, Sheng Chuncheng did not go in, but continued walking along the garden path, walking
Go around the bottom of the bay and walk on the bamboo plank. You can see the pavilion in the distance. Mr. Sun is still sitting there as he was yesterday, looking at the lake motionless.
Sheng Chuncheng stood there and thought for a while, then continued to walk forward. He felt that although Mr. Sun rarely spoke, his attitude towards others was not bad. He didn't speak, partly because he felt he had nothing to say, and partly because he was absent-minded.
Sheng Chuncheng felt that he was just absent-minded. When he looked at him, Sheng Chuncheng had a very strange feeling. He felt that Mr. Sun gave people a very light feeling, as light as a cloud, always drifting. He was in one place and he was in the same place.
It seems that he is not in the same place. He is clearly right in front of you, but it makes you feel that he is far away.
Sheng Chuncheng walked to and stood behind Mr. Sun. As he came, the bamboos under his feet creaked. It was impossible for Mr. Sun not to hear someone coming, but he remained like that, looking at the water in front of him, motionless. His shoulders
There was a blanket draped over his head and a blanket covering his knees, and his face was so pale that he looked pale.
Sheng Chuncheng coughed slightly, but Mr. Sun remained indifferent. Sheng Chuncheng said, "Mr. Sun, I was waiting last night, but you didn't call for massage service."
Mr. Sun didn't look back: "I don't need a massage."
Sheng Chuncheng was stunned for a moment, "You don't need a massage? You don't need a massage. Why did you call me here from Hangzhou on the first day of the Lunar New Year? After arriving, you made me wait here like a fool?"
Sheng Chuncheng looked at Mr. Sun. After Mr. Sun said that, he said nothing.
Sheng Chuncheng stood for a while and was about to turn around and go back when Mr. Sun suddenly asked: "Do you think all the water in the world will be together in the end?"
Sheng Chuncheng hesitated for a moment and then determined that Mr. Sun was asking himself. Sheng Chuncheng said: "I don't know about other places, but the water here is."
"Oh, why?" Mr. Sun asked.
It seemed that Mr. Sun did not know much about the geographical environment here. Sheng Chuncheng explained to him:
"The water here passes through the Xin'an River Hydropower Station and reaches the Xin'an River below. Continuing down, it is the Fuchun River. It continues flowing down from the Fuchun River and is the Qiantang River. Although there are three rivers in the name, they are actually the same river.
When the Qiantang River reaches Ningbo, it enters the East China Sea at Hangzhou Bay and reaches the Pacific Ocean."
Mr. Sun nodded slightly: "So that's it, it's great."
He leaned forward, as if he was getting ready, but in the end he was not. When Sheng Chuncheng was about to go back again, Mr. Sun asked again:
"Are you a local?"
"That's right." Sheng Chuncheng pointed to the junction of water and sky of Qiandao Lake and said to Mr. Sun: "My home is on the mountain beside Qiandao Lake. In that direction, you can't see it from here. The Xin'an River coming from Tunxi is above
, the entrance into Qiandao Lake is already Anhui."
After Sheng Chuncheng finished speaking, Mr. Sun still didn't say anything and continued to sit there blankly. Sheng Chuncheng was sure that he had nothing to ask him, so he said goodbye to him:
"Mr. Sun, please call me when you need my services."
Mr. Sun still said: "Thank you, I don't need a massage."
Sheng Chuncheng was already a little annoyed at this time, but he still said to Mr. Sun: "Then I won't disturb you."
He nodded slightly in greeting, turned around and left.
On the way back, Sheng Chuncheng felt very aggrieved. What do you mean, you don't need a massage and you still call people around. Isn't this making fun of people?
Sheng Chuncheng walked back to the reception room. Xiaowei watched him come in and said with a smile: "Why, no one asked you to serve, are your hands itchy?"
Sheng Chuncheng said angrily: "I just asked him and he said that he doesn't need a massage at all. What the hell, he doesn't need a massage and he called me here from Hangzhou."
As she spoke, Sheng Chuncheng picked up her cell phone and called Mr. Mi. Mr. Mi picked up the phone and Sheng Chuncheng asked her if she could go back to Hangzhou today.
Mr. Mi asked: "What's wrong?"
Sheng Chuncheng said: "I waited all night yesterday, but no customer asked for service. I just met the customer and asked him. He said he didn't need a massage at all. Since he didn't need service, why should I stay here?
"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then Mr. Mi said, "Xiao Sheng, you should stay there and wait until the guests leave before leaving."
After Mr. Mi finished speaking, he hung up the phone. His attitude was a little cold and left no room for doubt.
Sheng Chuncheng was stunned for a moment while holding the phone. He immediately realized that the call he just made was indeed abrupt.
Mr. Sun was sent here by Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang. When Mr. Mi called himself, he also said that this guest is very important. Why is it important? It must be very important to Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang. He called himself from Hangzhou.
Being called here was not Mr. Sun's request, nor was it Mr. Mi's wish, it must have been Mr. Liu's wish.
Even Mr. Mi didn't dare to disobey Mr. Liu's intention. Yesterday, Mr. Mi told herself that she was supposed to come over on New Year's Eve. It was her request that she postponed it for a day so that she could have the New Year's Eve dinner at home.
I have already helped myself. Fortunately for me, I just called Mr. Mi directly and wanted to give her the opportunity to join the army. This chapter has been completed!