Is there a place in this world that belongs to him? Is there anyone waiting for him
"Maybe, I will open a small hot spring hotel."
"Like your grandma's little hotel down south?"
"You know?" Shuqiang looked at her in surprise.
"Have you forgotten? You told me before."
Xiyin rolled her eyes at him and recalled what he said when he was a child: "You said, it's a Japanese-style two-story inn. Yangyangmi will squeak when you step on it. There is a mountain behind the hotel, and there are sulfur hot springs drawn from the mountain. The water is poured into the pebble mountain spring pool in the garden. In the evening, your grandmother cools off under the shed in the garden, and you swim in the hot spring, often making you dizzy. "
Shuqiang was moved in his heart because her words reminded him of his beloved grandmother, and because she still remembered many of the words he said when he first came here.
In order to conceal his excitement, he said with a deliberately mischievous smile: "Also, have you forgotten those hotel ghost stories? Those long-haired female ghosts crawling on the walls and flat on the roof in the middle of the night, waiting for guests to open their doors. Eyes, just pounce down..."
"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!" Xiyin hurriedly pressed her ears and glared at him hard.
He used to tell her many ghost stories as a prank, which were so terrifying that she couldn't sleep in the huge bedroom.
Shu Qiang was lying on the railing, turning his head to sneer at her: "Coward!"
"Aqiang, I'll play the piano for you." Xiyin was so happy tonight because she passed the preliminaries today, and because she hadn't had such a peaceful chat with Shuqiang for a long time, "You used to like listening to me play the piano the most. , unlike now, with a bad temper like a rotten egg!"
"Really?" Shu Qiang was noncommittal.
Xiyin ran briskly into the bedroom and fetched the violin.
"I heard someone playing this piece at the competition today. I liked it very much, so I asked him for the sheet music. This piece is about a summer night, on the blue seaside and the white sandy beach, a pair of young boys and girls. The girl holds hands and looks at the sea side by side. "The boy and girl are lovers! But she didn't tell him this.
The long sound of the piano floated in the quiet night. She looked confused, with long hair hanging down her shoulders. Her snow-white dress was bathed in the pale yellow moonlight, and her whole body seemed to reflect a circle of faint light.
His world seemed to be surrounded by light and gentle melodies, but in her bright and gentle eyes, he was the only one.
And even after a long, long time, Shu Qiang still remembered this summer night and the snow-white little princess who once looked at him with a smile on her eyes.
"It's like a see-saw. The Viennese masters don't have very good taste either." No matter how moved he was, Shu Qiang still leaned on the railing and said something inconsistent.
"Play the harp to the cow." Xiyin put down the harp: but she still felt very happy in her heart.
Yes, yes, he is just a stupid cow with an awkward mouth and a bad mouth, but she just likes to stay with this stupid cow.
On this dull summer night, somehow, there was a light, warm atmosphere flowing in the air.
Toot… toot… toot…
At three o'clock in the morning, the phone in Shuqiang's room suddenly rang loudly. It rang over and over again, ringing persistently, insisting on fighting a tug-of-war with the sleepiness of the person on the bed.
"Well..." Shu Qiang closed his eyes, fumbled for the microphone on the bedside table, and spat out a confused voice, his consciousness still immersed in a dark and sweet sleep.
"Aqiang, I'm Uncle Lu Hui. Are you already asleep? I'm sorry to disturb your sleep. I, I have something to do and I want to trouble you."
An anxious male voice came from the other end of the phone, with a heavy tone of confusion and frustration in his voice.
However, Shuqiang was deeply asleep. He just pressed the phone unconsciously, completely unaware that there was a person on the other end of the phone who was in urgent need of help.
"Aqiang, I didn't dare to buy the stock you recommended to me last time. Later, I saw it rising higher and higher, so I couldn't help but buy a lot. You told me to sell it while it was high last week, and I bought it again. I am reluctant to give it up. Now it has fallen and has lost a lot. What should I do? Aqiang, does it still have a chance
I suffered heavy losses this year. This time I took out all my pension to make up for it, but I lost money again. My wife quarrels with me every day, and I don’t know how to explain to her. Ah Qiang, you are so smart, can you help me think of a solution? "
After getting no response for a long time, the depressed person became even more panicked. A cry came from the microphone: "Aqiang, do you even think you are hopeless? Please help Uncle Lu Hui! Aqiang, Uncle Lu Hui is really bad as a person in this life." , I have been a useless little civil servant for half my life, my wife and children are waiting for food at home, and now I have lost all my last savings... "
He kept crying, but there was a thud on the other end of the phone, and then there was no more sound.
"Aqiang...Aqiang...Aqiang..."
The life-saving driftwood was far away from him, and the man in his fifties, who was standing still with the microphone on his head, fell into despair.
Shuqiang spent the whole day thinking about the strange phone call in the early morning.
He remembered that someone said a lot of things to him on the phone, with a strange tone, but he couldn't remember anything.
After school, he went to the securities firm as usual. Before reaching the door, I saw several police cars parked on the street in the distance, and people were crowded in front of the securities house.
(End of chapter)