Nanzhou City, Nanzhou Hotel. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This 5-star hotel is more than 80 years old, with a flat and simple façade and large glass bays, typical of the Chicago school of architecture. It was overhauled 10 years ago, and it reopened after a year, with luxurious decoration and high-end style, and many historical celebrities have stayed here before, 5 stars is no longer enough to describe its historical heritage.

The top floor of the Nanzhou Hotel is a single-story suite, which is usually not open to the public, and only receives special guests, such as now.

The room was filled with soothing piano music from an old-fashioned record player, and it was a little dim on a sunny day outside with the curtains closed and no sunlight letting in. A blonde Lori in a white gothic dress sat at the dining table, her face was a little pale, but she still couldn't hide her charming brilliance. She sliced the steak one by one with a knife in her hand, very seriously. On the opposite side of the long table, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes with his hands crossed in front of him, leaning forward slightly, and a circle of fine beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

If Fang Ke was here, he would find that this man was the black suit that took the lead in chasing him that day.

"Pop" The blonde Lori cut the steak, and the knife hit the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound, but it scared the black suit.

Lori was amused by the black suit's behavior, she put down her knife and fork, but her mouth was fluent in Mandarin, and there was a lazy taste that was inappropriate for her age: "Awen, is there any news from the golden apple?" ”

The black suit named Awen wiped his forehead, bowed down and said, "Little sir, blame me for being incompetent, I haven't found the whereabouts of the golden apple yet." ”

"It's been almost a month since Fang Xiang's son was rescued, right?"

"Yes, exactly a month."

"For a month, I couldn't find anyone. Do you think that when Mr. Big leaves here, he can fool me casually? The blonde Lori's tone was still lazy, but there was also a hint of chill.

"What's the little gentleman?" Ah Wen's face was about to wrinkle, "It's really the Taoist Shenlong who saves people, and we don't know where to start." Or would you give us a few more days. ”

"This is the fourth time I've heard it this month, and I hope it's the last." Lori picked up the knife and fork again, put a small piece of bloody steak into her mouth, the corners of her mouth were stained with blood, she stretched out her tongue and licked it slowly, infinitely charming. After a while, she continued: "Mr. Big attaches great importance to this matter, if you can't do it, I'll let him tell you personally, or you can go and play with my little girl." ”

The little guy is that teddy.

Ah Wen was excited, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, I will do my best to solve problems for Mr. Big and Small, and handle this matter well." ”

"Go ahead." Lori picked up the goblet and shook it, and after watching the clear liquid inside gradually calm down, she took a sip.

Arwen bowed to leave, and the blonde Lori was the only one in the room, and the record pin was raised, and the record was reversed to play another tune. She looked intently at the picture in a frame in front of her. It was a yellowed black-and-white photograph of her being held by a handsome man, who was also white, standing next to a huge pit that had been dug and smiling at the camera. Under the photo, from right to left, a line of traditional Chinese characters is printed "Nanzhou Hotel Foundation Laying Commemoration".

"We'll see you again soon, Alan." Her hand ran over the face of the man in the photo and muttered, "This time, we're never going to be apart again." ”

Time always flies, like a white horse passing through a gap, and it just happens suddenly.

Just like Lu Yuanqing said, two months is too short a time. Fang Ke has always felt that waking up from a coma and seeing his senior sister for the first time and seeing his master for the second time seems to be yesterday, and the day of school is just around the corner.

In the past two months, the three of them got along day and night, and Lu Yuanqing taught him carefully, patiently reminded him, and cared for him, even Xiao He, who has always been nervous, felt eccentric. However, this did not affect the relationship between the three of them, and after looking forward to it for a long time, Fang Ke once again experienced the warmth of home after many years of absence.

Many years later, he stood in this small courtyard on Erlong Mountain, his eyes touched these flowers, plants, bricks, tiles, and wooden doors, and square tables, recalling the scene of the master teaching the two of them to practice in those two months, the scene of the master constantly dozing off when listening to the master's lectures, and the scene of the three of them competing for food when eating, and the warm tears would wet his eyes.

That should be the most tender part of my clear memory.

He couldn't help but think like this.

There are still three days left for school to start, and Fang Ke has been hesitating to remind the master.

At dinner, the three of them seemed to have their own thoughts, and none of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a little dull. Lu Yuanqing picked up the chopsticks and tasted the food, waved his big hand, and said, "Xiaohe, go to the cellar and get a jar of wine." ”

"Master!" Xiao He was a little reluctant.

"Go ahead." Lu Yuanqing said softly, but there was an unquestionable taste in his tone.

"Oh." Xiao He put down his chopsticks and went to the backyard.

"Drink with the teacher." Lu Yuanqing took another bite of food.

"Okay." Fang Ke understood that this was probably a candied wine, and nodded in agreement.

It turns out that the master has a number in his heart, he said in his heart.

After a while, Xiao He brought a black glazed wine jar, a porcelain wine jug, and three wine cups, and placed them on the table one by one.

Patting open the mud, Xiao He poured the wine into the wine jug and poured a cup for each of the three of them.

"Take it easy, you're old." When pouring wine for Lu Yuanqing, Xiao He made a special explanation.

The aroma of wine fills the room.

Although Fang Ke didn't know about wine, he also knew that it could exude such a big fragrance, and this wine must be an old wine, maybe older than his own age.

Lu Yuanqing picked up the wine cup, touched it with the two, and didn't say a toast, and drank it with his neck tilted.

Fang Ke followed.

"Smack", Lu Yuanqing put the wine cup on the table, his face turned red instantly, and even his expression changed to a slightly obscene appearance with a smile, no longer the seriousness he had always had.

"Ah......" Lu Yuanqing took Fang Ke's hand, and was about to speak, when he first burped a long wine.

Big brother, you're drinking liquor. Fang Ke was a little speechless.

"Xiao Fang, you will go down the mountain tomorrow." After burping, Lu Yuanqing grinned, patted Fang Ke's hand, and poured another cup to himself, "You have made rapid progress in the past two months, and you can rest assured as a teacher." After going down the mountain, you do things for others, which means that we are clean and clean, and you must not insult the reputation of our sect. ”

"Yes, master." Fang Ke nodded in response, and asked Xiao He what the situation was.

Xiao He covered his forehead, an expression that I didn't recognize him.

"Hey, hey, hey." Lu Yuanqing tilted his neck, drank another cup, and filled it with his hand, I don't know what funny thing he thought, his eyes had narrowed into a slit, he looked at Fang Ke, then at Xiao He, and nodded, "Xiao Fang Fang, what do you think of Xiao He?" ”

"Senior sister? It's very good, good-looking, gentle and kind. Fang Ke patronized and endured the meaty salutation, and replied casually.

"Then how about I marry her to you as a wife?" Lu Yuanqing leaned forward and stared at Fang Ke.

Fang Ke's mind moved, and he looked at Xiao He, but the latter had a dark face, the table clucked, he shook his head and said, "It's not good." ”

"What's so bad? Who dares to say no to being the master of the teacher? I'll tell you the secret of Xiaohe. Lu Yuanqing hiccuped again, picked up the wine cup and drank it all.

Fang Ke still pricked up his ears and waited, but Lu Yuanqing didn't follow.

At this time, he had already put on a sad expression, looked at the wine cup in his hand, and said quietly: "Brother, buddy can't bear you!" After speaking, he looked at Xiao He: "It's more ...... for the teacher"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yuanqing slammed his head on the table with a "tom", and fell asleep.

Fang Ke, who was originally ready to play a good role, directly looked stunned.

But Xiao He was used to it, and stood up and patted Fang Ke's shoulder: "Master is like this, one cup is drunk, and three cups are poured." Don't take the drunken words he has said to heart. After speaking, he helped Lu Yuanqing to send him back to the room. Fang Ke looked at the table of food, sighed, and became swept away.