Huang Zhonghou, the manager of a second-rate hotel in Qingdao, is twenty-four years old this year, and is one of the few people who does not rely on Lao Tzu's career success, has ambitions, but is not too big.

Today's business seems to be good, there are almost no vacant rooms, the reason may be the reason why the two restaurants around the closure of the business, as for why the closure, he can't think of anything, now every day is careful to calculate, but how to expand himself This is not too big a place.

Noon is the peak period of the restaurant, the originally deserted restaurant is lively, the single room is full, Huang Zhonghou smiled and couldn't close his mouth, three men and one woman walked in outside the store, and randomly found a table to sit down, the two men seemed to be twin brothers, and a young man with pigtails, looking cynical, the woman ordered a few specialties and asked for two bottles of beer.

When the three of them first came in, Huang Zhonghou, who was greeting guests on the second floor, couldn't help but take a few more looks, and the result was out of control.

It may be that it was too busy, the speed of serving food was a little slow, the woman and the twin brother didn't say anything, and the young man complained a few words, but fortunately, the food tasted good.

The four of them ate slowly, blushing around them, as if they had no quarrel with the world.

The table opposite was a little noisy, probably because there was no single room, several tattooed men sitting in the hall were blushing, and a fat man glanced at the woman who was eating unhurriedly, and his eyes were not leaving.

"Chuanzi, that girl is good." The fat man laughed, as if he was afraid that the woman would not hear.

The skinny Chuanzi beside him smiled lewdly and said, "Not bad, not bad, I'll go over and show you?" ”

The fat man nodded, patted Chuanzi on the shoulder, looked at Huang Zhonghou upstairs, and smiled knowingly.

After the young man finished two bottles of beer, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looked at the woman who was not surprised or pleased to look at him, and honestly put the cigarette back.

The twin brothers also finished the meal quickly, leaving not a grain of rice in the bowl, with some extreme perfectionism.

A young man like ribs staggered over, looked at the woman who was eating calmly with a smile, wiped his saliva and said, "Beauty, do you want to go over and eat some." As he spoke, he pointed to the fat man on the table opposite, and he didn't know who gave him confidence.

The woman raised her head, squinted and smiled, and the rib man was stunned for a moment, and the stars on TV were nothing more than that.

The man with ribs stood there stupidly and motionless, and the young man wanted to get up, but was kicked from under the table by Mu Qiuling.

The obese man stared at the rib man who was standing stupidly, Huo Ran got up, and the two tattooed men smoking cigarettes next to him also stood up.

The fat man walked tremblingly towards Mu Qiuling, who was still eating unhurriedly, and shook off his scattered hair quite chicly.

"Beauty, know each other?" The fat man said kindly. His eyes narrowed into a line.

No one spoke, and the people in the hall noticed the clown-like fat man.

The fat man cleared his throat: "Beauty." ”

"Are you sick?" The young man said suddenly. The fat man was startled, and his fat face turned from red to white and red.

The fat man rolled up his sleeves, revealing obvious tattoos, and said in the style of a general: "Brother, what kind of bastard?" ”

The young man lowered his head and smiled, looking at Mu Qiuling who closed his chopsticks, he didn't dare to say anything rampantly, for Xu Xianxiang, the precious grandson of the emperor of Xiamen, except for his aunt Mu Qiuling, the rest of this world is floating clouds, but no matter how much he jumps, it is difficult to enter Mu Qiuling's eyes, and he will be beaten into the cold palace with a bad background.

Mu Qiuling stood up lightly, smiled at her Danfeng eyes and said, "Xianxiang, don't give others the opportunity to save the beauty of heroes?" ”

Everyone was confused, but the fat man was extremely embarrassed, looking back at Huang Zhonghou upstairs, Huang Zhonghou scolded a fool hatefully, and went downstairs with two thug-like people cheekily.

Mu Qiuling looked at this young man with a little eyesight, and felt that this kid was not bad, nothing was bad, what was bad was opportunity, but unfortunately there was no opportunity.

"What's your name?" Mu Qiuling chuckled, there is no blame, there is no kind of greasy hooligan, like a female bodhisattva, maybe only the two people present know that she is a female bodhisattva who eats people and does not spit out bones.

"Huang Zhonghou." The man said cheekily.

"Rural people?"

"Yes."

"Wait for your buddy to get rid of him, and then come to the hero to save the beauty." Li Hanmei chuckled and looked at the twin brothers who were regarded as entertainers by others, and there was an uncomfortable sarcasm of others, leaving the absent-minded Huang Zhonghou to leave.

Out of the hotel, Xu Xianxiang said in a strange voice: "Aunt, why are you so gentle." ”

Mu Qiuling looked at the busy street, straightened the hair that was blown away by the lukewarm wind, and looked like a goddess, Xu Xianxiang was stunned for a while: "This is Qingdao, not Xiamen, and we are not crossing the river, at most we are just a carp crossing the river, but I came to meet that old friend, if something happens to you, someone will send you back." ”

Xu Xianxiang shook his head with a wry smile, looked at the wood-like twin brothers, and shook his head and shouted bored: "Aunt, what is your relationship with Guo Qihu?" It is estimated that only Xu Xianxiang dares to ask this, let it be regarded as a child's words, maybe this can see how miserable Xu Xianxiang is in the world of Mu Qiuling.

"Friends? Bosom friend? Rival? Mu Qiuling lost her mind for a while, and she didn't know what the grievances and grievances with Guo Qihu were all these years for.

Xu Xianxiang didn't break the casserole to ask the end, nor did he have the habit of talking about a dead person, but he was a little regretful, regretting that he would never see that fierce man named Guo Qihu in his life.

The four of them walked a few streets intermittently, and finally arrived at the sad building, and the people went to the empty building.

Mu Qiuling stopped and looked at the roof of Jiaosu Tower, not knowing what to think about.

Mu Qiuling seemed to have suddenly understood, and said to the sky: "Qingdao, what is it going to become?" ”

"You and me, Guo Qingyi, what other unknown guys, no matter how noisy they are, as long as the old guy behind him doesn't move, he can't change his appearance." Mu Qiuling said softly, as if he was a little helpless.

"A little more, a little more." Xu Xianxiang said with a full of depravity and decadence.

Mu Qiuling smiled and nodded, life for decades, don't suffer your eyes, do you really have to wait until you die to see what the world is?

In the deserted cemetery, three men in suits and leather shoes stood straight in front of an inconspicuous tombstone, and only three small characters were recorded on the marble tombstone, which seemed a little unreasonable, but no one cared.

Guo Qingyi leaned down, bowed uprightly, put one hand on the head of the tombstone, looked at the tombstone and muttered: "Qihu, you can't play, I'll play for you, and all the glory you win will be given to you." "No one knows whether what is said is true or not, and I don't know how many people will hear it, even Guo Qihu underground.

Bowing again, the three of them slowly left the place, they were not the first people, nor were they the last.

As soon as Guo Qingyi left, Mu Qiuling and the four of them found here, and it was easy to find the sad tombstone, Guo Qihu and Li Jinbao were sealed here forever.

Mu Qiuling looked at the tombstone like this, and seemed to look at Guo Qihu's Jiaosu in Qingdao, this rumored bull booming Guo Qihu didn't seem to leave anything, and even his death was not so vigorous, and in the end he didn't match the true Buddha of Pan Weigong, but how can people not say it freely?

Xu Xianxiang and the twin brothers were separated, leaving Mu Qiuling and a cold tombstone, and from a distance, she could only see Mu Qiuling moving her mouth gently, but what she said specifically, I'm afraid only she knows.

"Do you think my aunt will have a leg with this Guo Qihu, otherwise she wouldn't have come all the way to do these useless things." Xu Xianxiang whispered, always paying attention to Mu Qiuling not far away, if these words entered Mu Qiuling's ears, I am afraid that his leg might really be broken.

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." I don't know which of the two spoke, because these two people are so similar that Xu Xianxiang can't tell who is a thousand troops and who is ten thousand horses.

Xu Xianxiang muttered unconvinced: "Eating indiscriminately is more threatening than talking indiscriminately." ”

"Guo Qihu's friendship with Mu Qiuling can be said to be ten years, or even longer, and we outsiders don't understand her feelings." One of the two.

Xu Xianxiang was stunned, the number of ten years is not something that can be simply said or written, after all, there are so many decades in life, and it is for a person who has not even lived half his life.

In the end, Mu Qiuling came over, and his expression did not change much, but Xu Xianxiang, who knew Mu Qiuling, knew that if he dared to joke now, he would really have to be cleaned up by thousands of troops, and he followed him very interestingly.

It was a very dramatic encounter, Zhao Kuang and Gong San'er never dreamed that they would meet Mu Qiuling in Qingdao, and Mu Qiuling also didn't expect to meet these two goods, but it was only a moment of surprise, and then he figured it out, and passed by without even saying a word.

Looking at Mu Qiuling who was walking away, and Xu Xianxiang, who was tilting his head to look at them, Gong San'er took a breath and said, "I didn't expect Guo Qihu to have an intersection with this girl." ”

Zhao Kuang nodded chaotically, he didn't care so much in his heart, in his mind, Guo Qihu and Mu Qiuling almost belong to the same level, and it is not surprising that they can intersect.