A year ago.

"Why!"

"Why!"

"Why not you!"

……

Lin Beibei woke up from his dream, sat on the bed with his head in his arms, and broke out in a cold sweat.

In the dream, there was a good-looking man who said ugly things, and finally roared at her with a hideous face.

For most of the year, I couldn't sleep at night.

She paused for a moment and noticed that her phone was on.

The latest WeChat message was sent by private detective Liu Wenzhi, writing: No. 72, Phoenix Street, Fucheng.

Then came another photo.

The silhouette of a person, a white T-shirt and big pants, a cap, a chicken in one hand and a duck in the other, looking indifferently at a certain place.

Just with a side face, Lin Beibei recognized him as the dream-stirring man, Situ Zhen.

Lin Beibei couldn't help but call Liu Wenzhi back.

Three days later, at No. 72 Phoenix Street, Fucheng, Lin Beibei stood outside the verdant bamboo bushes and repeatedly confirmed the place in the photo.

After looking at the time, he pushed open the shoulder-high wooden fence, and the bell hanging on the fence rang.

After a while, a tall figure appeared in the field of vision.

Just like in the photo, he is very tall, wearing a loose white T under an open light blue plaid shirt, loose dark blue slacks, and slippers with his feet, walking in the wind, accompanied by the sound of clattering footsteps.

It was indeed a good-looking face, the raised Danfeng eyes were clear and spirited, the tall nose bridge was quite masculine, the philtrum was slightly longer, and the thickness of the lip flap made up for this defect just right.

Don't you say it, the thin-lipped man is ruthless.

Therefore, Situ Jian should be affectionate.

Therefore, facing the pretty Lin Beibei, he only stopped three steps away, with a calm face with alienation.

Lin Beibei, who came back to his senses, bowed slightly to him, and asked with a light smile, "Excuse me, do you want to recruit helpers?"

Moment.

"No. Situ Jian replied very simply.

Lin Beibei smiled awkwardly and did not retreat.

The scene was a bit deadlocked.

"Xiaojian, are there any guests?"

Hearing this, the old man with a cane came out of the house, his face full of silver threads covered with folds, but his cloudy eyes were full of love.

Bowing to the old man, Lin Beibei tried to ask again, "Grandma, are you recruiting? I can do anything, and I can suffer anything." ”

The old man was stunned and looked at Situ Jian without any idea.

Yes, Situ Jian, who cherished words like gold, spoke again, "You can go and see other places." ”

"I've asked for other places, and they don't want me. Lin Beibei raised the corners of his mouth and showed a bitter smile, "Because, I have been in prison." ”

……

Lin Beibei, as she expected, stayed and lived in the inn called "Talking Still" at No. 72 Phoenix Street, Fucheng, and became the only long-term worker in the inn.

Fucheng, a remote small town belonging to Jiangcheng, a pond of lake water surrounds half of the city, the blue bricks and green tiles of Phoenix Street in the west of the city are full of antiquity, the incense is flourishing on the Ermiaozi Mountain in the south of the city, and the people who come here to travel in large and small festivals are endless.

"Talking about the same" was originally a small hotel, but this four-story small bungalow was renovated last year, and the two courtyards in front and back are set against Phoenix Street, which is antique.

The legal owner of the inn is Grandma Tong, who is over 80 years old, and the actual operator is Situ Jian, and he is in charge of all matters, and when there are guests, Aunt Li, the neighbor next door, will come over to help with three meals a day, and there is really no need to recruit workers.

However, Grandma Tong left her behind and let her live in an idle empty room in the backyard, separated from Situ Jian by a wall.

However, as she herself said, Lin Beibei is very diligent, she gets up early every day to clean the house inside and out, change the sheets, walk the dog and feed the chickens, so that people can't find fault, Grandma Tong likes it very much.

At four o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, Grandma Tong went out on time with a cane and went to the club's elderly activity center to find friends to chat.

Lin Beibei handed him a cup of coffee, exuding a strong cocoa flavor.

"Taste, no added sugar. ”