As a result, he was so busy with his subordinates.
The relationship entrusted the relationship, which really almost turned the capital upside down, and finally gave Cheng Pei a reply before it got dark.
After the married young ancestor went out, he took a long-distance bus directly to Qingxijian.
Cheng Pei was taken aback and asked where is Qingxijian? Then I learned through popular science that Qingxijian turned out to be a not-so-famous small scenic spot. The remote location is better than the quiet environment and few tourists.
It's a good place to relax.
When Cheng Pei heard it, especially when he heard that there were few people, where he could still sit still, he gave another order, and he started to toss again under his hands, called a helicopter, and went straight to the young ancestor of the family.
Su Kui got off the bus. There were only a few scattered tourists on the bus. They looked depressed, as if they were coming to heal their wounds.
She pulled the brim of her hat, and when she got out of the car, air-conditioning rushed from all directions, and she shivered severely with the cold. She carried a bulging backpack on her back and held a collection of weird stories sealed in cowhide in her hand.
Follow the signs all the way towards Qingxi Stream, this place is indeed as sparsely populated as the legend.
However, there was steam in the surrounding streams, the pine and cypresses on the roadside were verdant, and snowflakes were covered in layers, and the steam on the pine needles was condensed into ice, which looked crystal clear. Walking in it, indeed, even the heart was quite quiet.
After walking for a while, when approaching the resort, I finally stopped two villagers dressed up by the roadside, who seemed to be going out to the town, and asked: "Uncle, may I ask, where is the ancient house nearby?" "
The man in question was full of gully. He looked about forty or fifty. He was wearing a military coat. Hearing Su Kui's questioning, his face changed, and he waved his hands again and again, saying, "I don't know, I don't know."
The other also said, "Little girl, there is no ancient house you are looking for. It's getting late. If you come to play, you should go to a hotel to rest. It's not safe to be alone."
Su Kui smiled, a white and tender baby face looked very lovable, "I see, uncle, thank you, I'll go find a hotel."
"Okay, well, be careful on the way."
Seeing her listening, the man seemed to be relieved, and at the same time waved to her happily, and left with another man.
Seeing their disappearance, Su Kui's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he knew that he had found the right place.
Fulai Hotel is an old brand that has been in business for several years, and it has a good reputation nearby. The decoration in the lobby of the hostel is very antique, with log tables, chairs and benches, and dim light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, lining the heavy snow outside, which has a warm charm.
When Su Kui opened the door and entered, the little girl at the front desk was lying on the table and napping. Hearing the wind bell, she sat up blankly, and it took a while to return to her senses.
A smile quickly appeared on his face, "Miss, do you want to move in? A single room or a double room?"
"big bed."
The little girl's eyes lit up, she quickly turned on the computer, and said, "Please show your ID. Here is a form for you to fill out."
Su Kui took the order and leaned at the front desk and asked casually, "Hey, beauty, is there any haunted old house nearby?"
The little girl shook her hand, typed a wrong number, raised her head and looked around a few times, and whispered, "Why are you asking about this?"
"Oh," Su Kui shook the collection of weird stories in his hand, "I am writing a novel, and I have no ideas recently. I heard that the scenery here is good, and there are a lot of folk stories, so I came over to gather."