The two people were waiting for the elevator. Zhong Xinxin asked Sheng Chuncheng: "This is the largest hotel in Hangzhou. Dad, have you been here before?"
Sheng Chuncheng said no, I couldn't afford it.
"Then let me tell you, this place is really big," Zhong Xinxin said.
Sheng Chuncheng said yes, and Sheng Chuncheng said: "When I meet your parents later, don't call me dad again."
Zhong Xinxin laughed loudly: "Do you think I'm stupid? But then what should I call you?"
"Just call me Master Sheng. Many customers call me that."
"Master? Okay, my disciple understands." Zhong Xinxin agreed, but immediately thought of it again, she said: "How about I be like the old lady and call you kid?"
"you dare!"
Sheng Chuncheng faced Zhong Xinxin and pushed down the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers. This was the way Sheng Chuncheng expressed his anger when the two of them were together.
Zhong Xinxin reached out and pushed his sunglasses back, smiling happily: "Okay, okay, I will be good, dad."
It was lunch time now, and there were a few people standing nearby waiting for the elevator. The elevator arrived soon. They went in. The elevator here was a sightseeing elevator, with curved glass on three sides. Zhong Xinxin lay down until she was full.
Bian said:
"There are fewer people coming here to eat now. My best friend and I used to come here often to eat and watch performances. At that time, the five elevators here were too busy. We had to go to the elevator inside because there were fewer people."
When the elevator door opened, Sheng Chuncheng felt that his eyes suddenly opened up. He did not expect that there was a courtyard in this building. In the center of the courtyard was a huge sand table. Sheng Chuncheng did not see clearly what was in the sand table.
The entire courtyard is a dry landscape design with a glass ceiling. Surrounding the courtyard are shops, including a milk tea shop, a cafe, a teahouse, a foot bath shop, a cake shop, a pastry shop, a game machine room, etc. Inside each shop
There are quite a lot of people, and it seems that not all of the people who come here come to eat at the Tuxiangyuan Hotel, but some of them come to these shops-in-shops.
The epidemic has not completely passed, but everyone can no longer hold it in any longer. As long as these shops are not closed, everyone will come to patronize them. Sheng Chuncheng therefore has fantasies. He wonders whether his uncle's blind massage shop will be like this one.
As a result, the number of customers increased.
Although Sheng Chuncheng was blind, Zhong Xinxin still took him around the courtyard, counting each store and telling Sheng Chuncheng what store it was. After telling Sheng Chuncheng, he asked Sheng Chuncheng once if he wanted to go in or if he wanted to go in.
eat?
Sheng Chuncheng always shook his head.
Approaching the huge sand table, there were many people taking photos here. It seemed like it was a place for Internet celebrities to check in. Zhong Xinxin told Sheng Chuncheng that Sheng Chuncheng could see it through his sunglasses. This was a microcosm of the entire Hangzhou city. He
Sheng Chuncheng was greatly interested in seeing the West Lake and Lixi Lake, the Qiantang River and the Liuhe Pagoda at a glance.
Zhong Xinxin asked him: "Dad, do you want to take a photo here? Many people like to take photos here."
Sheng Chuncheng said yes, but in his heart he actually wanted to stand by the sand table and find his own place to live.
Zhong Xinxin asked Sheng Chuncheng to stand next to the sand table. Unexpectedly, two girls saw a blind man wearing sunglasses and holding a blind cane appear here. They quickly stood next to him. Before Zhong Xinxin could take a photo, they
Just call to your companions and quickly take pictures of yourself.
How could two beautiful girls take the fat girl Zhong Xinxin seriously? Although she was fuming with anger, she had long been ignored by them. And Zhong Xinxin, standing there, didn't even have the courage to challenge them.
No, there was a girl who thought she was blocking the camera, so she reached out and pushed her away a little.
The two people not only took photos with Sheng Chuncheng, but also put their arms around Sheng Chuncheng's arms and waist, and made various affectionate gestures. After taking photos and videos, one of them actually kissed Sheng Chuncheng on the face.
Sheng Chuncheng was dumbfounded by them. These people now have no limits in order to check in. Fortunately, Sheng Chuncheng not only wore sunglasses but also a mask. During the epidemic, wearing a mask would not irritate the eyes anywhere.
Therefore, Sheng Chuncheng is not afraid that if these photos are posted online, acquaintances will recognize him. Those who can recognize him are most likely his clients. Only they have seen him dressed like this.
Sheng Chuncheng allowed themselves to be manipulated by them. He looked at Zhong Xinxin. Zhong Xinxin looked helpless and hopeless. She was staring at them, biting her lips until they bled, but she didn't dare to say a word.
throat.
The two girls tossed Sheng Chun for a long time before saying "Thank you, handsome man" and letting him go.
Zhong Xinxin walked over, her eyes were a little red, and said angrily: "They all treat you as a panda!"
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said: "Not bad, it's still a national treasure."
"You think it's good because someone kissed you, right?" Zhong Xinxin snorted.
Sheng Chuncheng laughed and deliberately teased her: "How is it? Is the person who kissed me ugly? Should I wash my face right away?"
"It's very beautiful. You don't have to wash your face this month!" Zhong Xinxin said.
During this commotion, Sheng Chuncheng had found Jingfang District 5 and the building where he lived. He admired in his heart that this sand table was really exquisitely made. Sheng Chuncheng saw that even the house where he lived was
, the balconies were all exactly the same, and Sheng Chuncheng felt that Ding Huamei would appear there at any time.
Probably because of this, there are so many people pointing here. Everyone is probably looking for the location of their home. Sheng Chuncheng looked at the streets and suddenly came up with an idea. If he could use a cane,
, it would be great to roam every road in this sandbox and the entire city.
In the small shop next to it, there was a map of Hangzhou made with this sand table overhead photo. When opened, it looked like a large Google satellite map. Zhong Xinxin bought one and gave it to Sheng Chuncheng as a souvenir.
Leaving the courtyard, the two of them walked towards the hotel lobby. As soon as they reached the door, Sheng Chuncheng was shocked. He had never seen such a large hotel lobby with hundreds of tables of different sizes arranged neatly.
It's all neat and tidy, and there's a stage at the other end of the hall.
However, although the entire hall is now brightly lit like daylight, there is no one there, and the crimson curtain has also fallen on the stage.
As soon as they walked to the entrance of the hall, a greeter came over and asked them what box number they were in. Zhong Xinxin told her, and the greeter led them through the hall and walked inside. Sheng Chuncheng was still a little surprised, why was there no one here?
Woolen cloth?
Zhong Xinxin came over and said to him: "The hall here is very big, but there is no one eating now."
"Why?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"Due to the epidemic, the hall is closed and not open to the public. You can only eat in the private room." Zhong Xinxin said.
"Then this boss is at a loss, isn't he?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"How do I know? It must be so." Zhong Xinxin said.
The greeter walking in front heard their conversation. She smiled slightly, turned around and said to them:
"This place will reopen on the 15th of this month. However, no one knows when it will be closed again. It depends on the epidemic. This place has been closed three times. Anyway, if the epidemic becomes serious, this place must be closed. "
Sheng Chuncheng understood that it seemed that not only small shops like his uncle's, but also such big shops had the same fate. Everyone was struggling hard during the epidemic.
Sheng Chuncheng sighed. Zhong Xinxin looked at him and asked, "Dad, why are you sighing?"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.