It was impossible to repay the money. Xie Fei had already locked it with the background account and swallowed the key herself.
He is selectively deaf and plays stupid strategically. As a practitioner in the service industry, Xie Fei always believes that being able to bend and stretch is a fine traditional virtue. Historical experience tells him that when a customer misunderstands you, the most effective way is to admit the mistake first. Take the opportunity to explain the reasons politely.
He originally wanted to apologise to appease Yu Li first, but unfortunately the other party turned his head and left after he threw down those extremely lethal words.
Xie Fei didn't catch up immediately, because he really couldn't rest assured that A Fu, although the structure of the monsters and humans were different, but Yu Li's kick was too hard...
He hurried to the site of the incident, but no one was seen except for the broken bricks all over the floor. Xie Fei searched around, and suddenly saw a dark shadow in the forest ahead coming towards him.
The shadow was getting closer and closer, and it was Ah Fu who was limping.
"Brother Fu!"
Xie Fei stepped forward quickly and braked suddenly two or three meters away from the opponent.
Half of Ah Fu's face was covered in blood, and his fluffy and explosive hairstyle also drooped down, like a defeated cock. His right arm was folded back strangely, and his clothes were dirty and torn, making him look like a zombie in an apocalyptic movie.
The two looked at each other silently under the setting sun.
After a long while, Xie Fei swallowed her saliva and asked anxiously, "...do you want to call 120?" Then she thought that Ah Fu was not a human being, so she would have to find the doctor in Putian.
"No, no, the skin injury will be fine in three or five days." A Fu's head was covered in blood and still did not forget to show his loyalty, "You weren't bullied by him, right?"
Xie Fei shook her head and couldn't help but point out the seriousness of the problem: "But your arm is broken!"
"Physical injuries, even if the head is broken, it's fine." A Fuhun set his bones indifferently, and only heard a crisp sound and connected.
Xie Fei: "..."
"The boss is still showing mercy, he doesn't use his demon power." Ah Fu shook his arm with a happy tone.
Xie Fei seemed to understand but did not understand, and slowly digested the reality beyond his cognition, "A-Fu-ge go back to the room for a while, even if the injury is not serious, he will have a good rest."
To be honest, Ah Fu was still very moved by this proposal, but it was not long after he recognized the master, and he needed to make a good impression in front of the new master, so he wiped the half-dry blood on his face, and raised his chest to express his stance: "I still You can hold on! I, I'm going to build a wall!"
Seeing Ah Fu's resolute look like a revolutionary, Xie Fei hesitated to say anything, but in the end she only swore secretly that when the business got better, she would definitely give Brother Ah Fu a raise.
But at this stage, this is just a good wish. The first thing Xie Fei has to do is to appease the mood of the gold owner.
Half an hour later, Xie Fei came to Yu Li's door.
He knocked lightly on the closed door, "Mr. Yu, can I come in?"
No one responded.
"I made chicken and vegetable salad, would you like some?"
Still no sound.
Xie Fei was about to make persistent efforts when she heard a movement behind her.
Yinsu flew up at some point, quietly squatting on the guardrail in the corridor, the mobile phone hanging around his neck flashing with colorful lights.
It is said that it is the bright color mobile phone case that Yinsu specially requested to match.
Xie Fei was silent, feeding Yinsu a small piece of chicken breast, and Yinsu accepted the bribe unceremoniously, then fluttered her wings and flew to the door, twisting the door handle with her claws.
The door opened a crack, and soothing music poured out, an unfamiliar Cantonese song.
Xie Fei raised her eyebrows slightly and silently said "Thank you" to Yinsu.
Pushing the door open, the lights were not turned on in the room, and the afterglow saw the disc of the vinyl record player by the window slowly turning.
And Yu Li was standing beside the record player, with the light behind his back, like a silhouette.
Xie Fei instantly recalled that when she saw Yu Li on the first day, the other party was standing there, bathed in twilight.
At that time, the sky was full of splendid sunsets, but at this moment, the setting sun was like blood outside the window, as if setting off the background of the demons descending into the world.
Between the light and the shadow, the handsome "Demon Lord" turned his head halfway and asked coldly, "Who allowed you to come in?"
"I tried to twist the doorknob, and I came in without locking the door." Xie Fei did not sell Yinsu very loyally, and hurriedly said before Yu Li's next sentence, "I was wrong!"
Perhaps his apology was too unexpected, and Yu Quan asked after a while, "What's wrong?"
Xie Fei breathed a sigh of relief secretly, as long as she was willing to take care of others.
He thought about it carefully, with Yu Li's character, most of A Fu's words would be regarded as humiliation and ridicule, which was really hurting his self-esteem and shame, so he was angry with him. Xie Fei can fully explain, but he lowered his eyebrows and said, "You take care of me so much, but I make you angry, of course it's wrong."
"So?" Yu Li turned around completely, and the shadow of the backlight blurred his expression.
Xie Fei's ears moved slightly, and although the other party's tone was still as cold as ice, it quietly melted away.
"So I'm here to apologize."
"Snapped-"
Xie Fei turned on the lights in the room, and the room was bright.
With the acquiescence of the room owner, Xie Fei put on slippers and entered the room, placing the tray with dishes on the round table.
In addition to the salad, there is also a seaweed shrimp skin soup.
The soup was glistening with a thin layer of oil under the lamp, and Xie Fei said in a good voice, "The seaweed is low in fat and high in amino acids, and shrimp skin can supplement calcium. I only use a drop of sesame oil, and I won't gain weight."
Yu Li didn't even look at it, and walked straight to him: "How do you want to apologize?"
Xie Fei worked hard to show her sincerity: "I will try my best to satisfy Mr. Yu's needs."
"yes?"
Yu Li suddenly leaned forward, the two of them were standing not far, and the distance was instantly shortened.
Xie Fei smelled the unique fragrance of green bamboo on the other side again, and was jumped by the enlarged facial features in front of her, and she unconsciously leaned back.
However, Yu Li only raised his arm over his ear and took a book from the bookshelf behind him.
It was an old book, the cover was light brown, with a slight crack on the edge, and only a black portrait was printed on it, a bit like the frescoes of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
"The page with the bookmark, read it to me." Yu Li raised the corner of his lips, revealing some intriguing malice for no reason.
Xie Fei glanced at him in surprise, does that mean "that's it"
Yu Li shoved the book into his arms, turned back to the record player and turned off the music.
Quiet indoors.
Xie Fei lowered her head and opened the page with the bookmark in between.
The so-called bookmarks are just bamboo leaves, and I don't know what method Yu Li used, but the leaves have always remained delicate and green.
Xie Fei carefully pulled out the bamboo leaves and stared at the few lines of ink on the page, feeling a little familiar.
but…
"I don't understand."
Yu Li, who just sat down and was about to listen to the book: "..."
Xie Fei turned the book over, and the page was facing Yu Li: "Is this a pre-Qin text?"
Although it is a question, he is actually quite sure, because he has already made up the class since this time, and knows that the historical context of the world in the book is not far from the original world, but it is slightly different geographically.
"And the rubbing is not very clear..."
Xie Fei silently shut up, because Yu Li's expression became extremely complicated, dazed, lost, self-deprecating, sad, resentful... All kinds of emotions changed alternately, and finally his face slowly fell.
Just when Xie Fei thought Yu Li was going to get angry again, the other party suddenly closed his eyes, "Forget it, put the book back."
Xie Fei hurriedly closed the book and put it back on the shelf as if she had been granted amnesty.
When he turned around again, Yu Li had returned to normal, and was ready to drink the soup with a spoon.
After waiting for a sip of hot soup, Yu Li raised his eyes: "Let's keep an account first."
Xie Fei became anxious when she heard it, "Do you still want to pay back the money?"
Yu Li's temple jumped suddenly, "I mean, remember to apologize first!"
Xie Fei immediately relaxed and said with a smile: "Okay, even if Mr. Yu forgot, I will remember."
After temporarily resolving the matter of paying back the money, Xie Fei went downstairs for dinner in peace.
But when he left the garden, he slowly stopped.
He remembered why those words were familiar, because he had seen them before.
In the original world, his grandfather's greatest hobby was collecting cultural relics, but unfortunately, he had bad eyesight and was often deceived. When he was a child, he had read a report collected by his grandfather. It was reported that an expert accidentally found a bronze ware from the Western Zhou Dynasty in the overseas cultural relics market. The earliest document about "Da Yu's water control".
And the mysterious characters on the page just now are exactly the same as the inscription picture on the report!
Yu Li, why did you ask him to read that
Before he could find a chance to ask, Yu Li drove away again the next morning.
Just in time for the weekend, Yu left at the entrance of the village and was blocked by a row of cars waiting to leave the village.
He tapped the steering wheel impatiently, and through the windshield saw a bus parked on the platform not far away, and a group of people were getting off the bus.
Across the crowd, Yu Li noticed a gentle and delicate young man. The other party was wearing a white shirt, a gray plaid knitted vest, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a cultural person.
The young man walked slowly with his suitcase, and seemed to notice it when he passed the car window, and turned his head to look inside the off-road vehicle.
It's a pity that the coated glass blocks, he can't see anything.
The young man frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze, and dragged his luggage to continue to the village.
After passing the market at the entrance of the village, you can see a clear spring, and the surrounding fields are undulating, with golden ripples.
Many people sit in the fields with drawing boards to sketch, and they paint the autumn countryside scenery into their paintings, which also become the scenery in the eyes of others.
The young man looked at this scene and breathed in the fresh air of the village. His tense emotions for many days were relieved a little.
He looked to the other side, the streets and alleys were built by the water, and there were many inns.
Because the decision for this trip was made too quickly, the young man did not make a reservation. He just took out his mobile phone to check the room, and heard a girl beside him say, "Are you sure there is the inn you mentioned here? A liar in the live broadcast. There are too many, what if the anchor just fools people?"
"It's just a lie. Anyway, we already agreed that we would come to Xining Village to sketch today, so we just looked for it. If it really doesn't exist, it's better to just change it." Taking a sip of milk tea, "Actually, I just want to see if the anchor is male or female."
"But the Great Wilderness Inn can't be found on the Internet, not even on the map."
"The anchor said that the inn is in the innermost part of the village, very quiet."
"How long will it take, I'm hungry..."
"Why don't you find a restaurant for lunch first, I want snacks."
…
The two girls stopped as they spoke, and the young man passed them without squinting, but remembered the name of the inn in his heart.
A quiet inn was just what he needed.
The alleys in the village are very winding, and the young man has a good sense of direction. After a while, he saw a row of houses at the foot of the mountain ahead, surrounded by a half-height fence.
He dragged his suitcase to the inn quickly, and saw a few branches decorated with small yellow flowers sticking out of the fence wall. There was a wooden signboard with the words "Great Wilderness Inn" engraved in red paint.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and found that the fence gate was open, and raised his hand and pushed it.
The lush greenery of the courtyard came into view, which made people feel at ease. The young man subconsciously took a deep breath, but the next second, the scene in front of him suddenly faded, as if the peeling wallpaper revealed the traces of the inner layers of time, mottled and bleak.
The shadows of the flowers and trees in the courtyard disappeared, leaving only a few bare tree trunks, silver-white snow accumulated on the eaves and treetops, and the melted water droplets fell on the muddy ground and gathered into puddles of different sizes.
A woman in a cheongsam stood leaning against the door, surrounded by a group of devils with bayonets in their hands. The sharp face of the knife showed the woman's face, with long eyebrows like willow leaves, eyes like spring water, and a dark red tear mole. In the corner of the eye, it is breathtakingly beautiful.
The woman's face was fearless, her fingers painted with Kodan twisted a slender cigarette rod, she took a breath, exhaled grayish-white smoke, and raised her red lips: "Masters, this shabby little shop in Nujia has always been Lonely, how could there be female students?"
coming! here we go again!
The young man's spine was chilled and his whole body was trembling. He saw those weird and evil pictures again, and he was entangled by those terrible things again. This time, he changed to a ghost! Anti-war thunder drama? !
The young man wanted to leave very much, but his feet seemed to be entangled by the vines in the cemetery, and he couldn't move as if it had taken root. He was dizzy, his right eye was sore, and physiological tears were pouring out uncontrollably, blurring the lenses. Just when the string in his mind was about to break, someone suddenly asked, "Hello, do you want to stay in a hotel?"
The voice was as clear as spring water, dispelling the chill on the young man. He blinked and found that everything was back to normal. The fence was full of greenery and flowers were fragrant.
The young man turned his stiff neck and saw a beautiful young man tilting his head to look at him, his eyes full of curiosity.
"I..." The young man's voice was dry, he swallowed, "I don't—"
"Our inn has recently offered a discount, 20% off if you stay for three days, and another day for free!" As soon as Xie Fei saw the young man's outfit, he knew that he was a tourist. How could he let the cooked duck fly? Anyway, the house price after the rectification has increased a lot from 99, and he is not at a loss if he discounts heavily. "How about you take a look at the house first?"
The young man's lips moved slightly. Due to his introverted personality, he was the worst at rejecting the enthusiasm of others, not to mention that the young man had a face that was difficult to reject.
Forget it, just looking at it, the young man nodded reluctantly.
However, as soon as he stepped into the yard, he felt the cool and dry air blowing towards his face, as if he had entered an air-conditioned room on a hot summer day. A warm current was injected into the whole body, and it jumped straight up from the soles of his feet, swept his internal organs, muscles and bones fiercely, and the cold and cold air that had been deposited was also gone, and even he had been sore and uncomfortable. The right eye was instantly clear.
For a whole month, the young man was still so relaxed for the first time, and he immediately decided to stay!
Although he had only been frightened, the young man faintly felt that those filthy evil things were not because of a certain environment, but were aimed at him.
After all, at home, he could see middle-aged couples slashing each other with knives; on the street, he could see two groups of people in undershirts and jackets fighting in the street; even when he went to the most famous Xiaoxian Temple in the city to ask the Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits, he was there. In front of several golden statues of gods, I saw a middle-aged man wearing flower feathers and official robes stuffing silver into the merit box...
If it weren't for his strong psychological quality, I'm afraid he would have gone crazy long ago.
It was also the sign from Xiaoxianguan that led him to Xining Village to seek a solution, and he appeared here.
Since it is possible to "go to hell" wherever he lives, why is he hesitating
So when the teenager asked what type of room he liked, the young man said, "I live here, please help me arrange a room with a big bed, which should be quieter."
Xie Fei was overjoyed: "Okay, how many days do you want to stay?"
The young man thought for a while, "Let's book for a week, okay?"
Xie Fei almost laughed out loud, and happily asked for the other party's ID card.
Judging from the ID card, the young man is from Nanshan City, 25 years old, and has a very nice name - Yan Lai.
While waiting for Xie Fei to register, Yan Lai also casually looked at the furnishings in the lobby. Although it was simple, it was not very elegant.
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on a row of photo frames, and his scalp was numb and his legs were weak. The photos on the wall were of different colors and ages. Some people wore Xiuhe clothes, some people wore cheongsam, and some people wore twists. Braids plus a military uniform...
From left to right, one by one, it seems to have witnessed the changes of the times over the past century.
But they have similarities, because each photo has a woman, the woman has a charming face, and now, there is a dark red tear mole!
The author has something to say:
So what the hell is this time