The sea breeze from Isla Ray blows through the hills of Awa Island, and the grass that is as tall as the people bows its head downward. The wind chimes in front of the door of the delicate little bungalow were jingling, the plants hanging in front of the eaves were basking in the lazy sun, the white and blue colors were dotted with green vines, and the curtain made of white shells whispered, and the figure of the old man seemed to appear in front of him again. The swing under the fire pine swings high, but there is no trace of my sister. As Evas walked through the cobblestone path, colorful wildflowers blooming quietly on both sides, he saw two beautiful figures inside the door, familiar and unfamiliar.

One is a mother and the other is a sister. The mother wore a pure white dress with long blond hair draped over her shoulders, and her younger sister Clad wore a simple black casual dress with a big dress and hat behind her to look particularly cute. Ivas rushed to the door. This is my home, Ivas thought to himself. Resolutely passed through the pendant curtain made of white shells in front of the door, and opened the soft brown door.

"Coming back, hurry up and put your bag down. Mother's gentle voice drifted past my ears.

"Yes, brother, if you have any fun in the past few years, tell me about it. The younger sister said anxiously, her eyes were as beautiful as her mother's, "Brother, I'll tell you." I'm strong at fighting hares, so I'll let you eat the hares I beat today. ”

Ivas could smell the scent on the dinner table, it was really real.

"I'm back. A smile bloomed on Ivas's face, and a wave of warmth welled up in his heart.

Blue night

My heart whispered

Frost pervades

Moonlight on the canopy

The crescent moon bends

Hares and elk scurry

Hats are worn

Clothed in a garment

Childhood memories

Turn around and forget

Remember the wind chimes

Rustling under the eaves

Blue hyacinth

Turned into the ocean

In order to meet the needs of all guests, the hotel is committed to providing 24-hour uninterrupted service. The innkeeper divided the twenty-four hours into three parts, taking into account the efficiency of the work. The first part is the normal working time: from 10 o'clock in the morning to 8 o'clock in the evening, a total of 10 hours, it is the most normal time, the most important position, and the best treatment of the three parts, which is called the day shift by insiders. The second part is immediately after the first: the eight-hour shift from 9 p.m. to 4 a.m. is the most unusual of the three sections, and the number of people is the least, after all, most people choose to travel during the day, which is called the night shift. The last part is to prepare for the early risers, who will work from 5 a.m. to 9 a.m., known as the morning shift, which has the shortest working hours and the lowest pay. It's a great option for people who have to work several jobs.

It turns out that the traditional hotel management model is a yin-yang management model, that is, the night shift is in charge of the night's affairs, and the day shift is in charge of what happens during the day. There is little communication with each other, and sometimes it is inevitable that there will be a situation where the contact is not in place. The young store manager saw the nature of the problem in the system. As a result, he made bold changes: shortened the day and night shifts, and added the morning shift. Different models of staggered responsibility are used to replace the traditional model. In the beginning, some people laughed at him and called him an idiot. They thought that this would only increase the cost and that in the end it would not save his father's hotel. But in fact, the situation is just the opposite, the hotel with reasonable allocation and use of resources provides better quality service for guests, reduces a lot of unnecessary investment, and has more customers, and gradually the hotel industry has vitality again.

Under the pressure of peers, the success of the new system has also forced more hotels to make corresponding reforms. And the young owner doesn't rest on his laurels, he is constantly thinking about the future of the hotel and how to balance the pace of development. What should be the product of the hotel? What should the product of the hotel be? What should the product of the hotel be in 10 years?

It's a real headache. As for how the young shopkeeper handled these things, I will explain more in other chapters.

Let's turn the conversation to Evas.

Ivas didn't know when he fell asleep, but he felt as if he was back on Awa Island. The blue-purple hyacinths bloomed all over the hillside, and the sea breeze blew through the wind chimes in front of the eaves, making a crisp sound. The breeze is blowing, the grass is as tall as a person and the grass is lowered, the summer insects on the big tree in front of the door are singing in a low voice, the figures of my sister and mother are like shadows in the house, and the aroma of warm food is wafting.

"Mom, brother, I'm back. "This is my sister's childish voice. Watching her vague figure run into the house, Ivas felt like a dream. Her slender body looked empty in the black short-sleeved skirt.

I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream.

The strands of his mother's long blonde hair exuded a charming fragrance that reminded Ivas of the taste of glutinous rice in the Dragon Kingdom, "Mom, is that you?" Evas's voice trembled, as if he had swallowed countless tears in his throat, full of the ups and downs of the past five years.

In the dream, Nonod was dressed in a long white dress, the corners of the skirt were slightly wrinkled, her long golden hair was draped behind her, and her calm eyes reflected the tear-stained Ivas, she looked at Ivas and muttered in a low voice, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, the meal is on the table, you eat it while it's hot." So saying, Nonord came to the red table made of birch, and gently pulled a red chair from the table with both hands, also made of birch.

Hearing his mother's gentle voice again, Ivas was delighted, and the longing for five years was now finally seeing each other. "I heard that you came back today, and I made your favorite dish. Nonord slowly sat down on the red chair made of birch with his hands along his long skirt, so as not to make his long white dress wrinkled.

As Ivas walked through the white curtain door decorated with shell strings, the furnishings were still the same, but his vision was a little blurry: the simple wooden floor was fragrant, the pale yellow walls were covered with garlands woven by his mother's own hands, the window edges were full of colorful flowers as if it were spring, and the ceiling was hung with spreaders full of spiritual lanterns that would automatically light up every night. Birds stand on the floor of the living room singing, hares run past the windows, and the air is faintly visible as the sun shines through the mist. As Evas took a few more steps, the smell of the table must have been filled with food: shrimp with lemon sauce, bamboo fish sauce, steamed pumpkin, and ......

A burst of singing came from the sky:

Look behind you

Disoriented

In the dark

The light of life illuminates the distance

The end of the world

Home of Glory

Childhood memories

Forgotten in an instant

Wear the stars and the moon

Hopeful

Look for Chenguang

Illuminate the distant realm

Everything was quiet, the world was like death, and Ivas suddenly felt that something was wrong, a visceral sense of emptiness came to him, as if he couldn't wake up from the world in his dreams. Maybe it's because you can't wake up, or maybe you don't want to wake up.

Wait a minute...... Itas was as if he had heard something. He pricked up his ears and felt the change between heaven and earth.

There was a sound again, and this time Ivas could clearly feel someone approaching the hut on the path outside the door, the sound of steady footsteps colliding with the cobblestone path. Because the surroundings were so quiet, Ivas could feel the whole picture with only his sense of hearing.

And the sound of footsteps, it was outside the house, were there any guests in the house? Ivas couldn't believe that there had never been a guest in the house. Even the inhabitants of the island have little contact with the Ivas family, let alone at noon, and the family should eat at home. Did little Ferma come to us for an adventure in the woods or to catch crabs on the beach, or did Aunt Fina come to her mother to confide in her unhappy married life, or was it the old sheriff, Mr. George Stinow, who came to tell us vivid stories of the past?

Suddenly, Ivas didn't know what was going on, and a thought flashed through Ivas's mind, father, which he had never dared to think about, because every longing ended in disappointment. Could it be my father? Could it be that he came down a hill in a simple light blue fisherman's suit, carrying two large sea fish in his hand, and with a happy smile on his face? Would he lift Clad high a few times as he walked in the door, and then touch my head with his kind right hand? Would he give his mother a warm hug before offering an affectionate kiss?

It's been ten years since his father left, and Evas's impression of him has faded, but the things they experienced together are still vivid.

"Who is it? is it Father?" Ivas muttered to himself, how he wished the answer to the question was yes, how he wished he could see his father walk into the curtain made of white shells again in a light blue fisherman's outfit, how he wished that his father would pick up his sister again and then stroke his soft hair with his kind right hand, how he wished his father would pick up his beautiful mother and give her another affectionate kiss, and point out to him the long star that would never disappear under the stars on the roof.

"Brother, who are you talking about?" the younger sister sat on the stairs reading a book, her long black hair was fragrant, she looked at Ivas and asked strangely, her childish face was full of doubts, and she felt that the brother in front of her was like a stupid pig raised on the island of Carmono, and she was shocked by everything.

"Who's the guy out there? Klad, do you know, can you tell me?" Ivas froze there, the corners of his mouth moving slightly, barely noticeable. Those beautiful eyes with brown pupils looked intently at the white door, waiting for the moment when the door was opened, looking forward to the surprise that the figure behind the door would bring to them.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" the younger sister walked down the stairs and walked slowly to Evas's side, as if she had a hundred pounds of shackles under her feet, she looked at Ivas and said impatiently in that lark-like voice: "Dad went out fishing today, he said he was going to hunt my favorite tuna salmon today, I think he should be back." The squeamish voice was so cute that it almost convinced Ivas that it was his father Rivas who was walking outside the door.

Ivas's eyes were full of puzzlement, but at the moment he looked at his sister, he seemed to understand something, and he said silently, "Impossible, impossible." How can he come back when his father is gone?" Ivas kept saying, "He won't come back, he won't come back, he's gone, he's gone, it's not going to be true." ”

Ivas frightened his sister, and the eccentric Clad ran to his mother who was sitting at the table surrounded by white cloth cushions, burying her cute little face in her mother's arms as if she could gain a sense of security in this way, and she let go of her voice as if she had been greatly wronged: "Mom, Mom, my brother is a little weird today, he ...... He doesn't even know who his father is anymore...... He...... He still murdered me......" Before he could say a few words, his sister's cry resounded throughout the dining room, and the entire ceiling seemed to be torn open.

Nornold's golden and soft brows were furrowed, and his slender white right hand kept patting the back of his daughter in his arms, whispering in her ear, "Clad, it's your brother who is disobedient, and we criticize him." Saying that, Nonord raised his head and looked at Ivas who was standing at the table, although it was reproach, but Nonord's eyes were really worried, "What's the matter? Ivas, are you uncomfortable today? "Nornold's beautiful long golden hair reaches to his waist, his beautiful eyes sparkle with wisdom that sees through everything, and his delicate countenance is like a flower blooming in the morning, like a carved statue.

Ivas looked at his sister in his mother's arms as she was five years ago, and was secretly shocked. I feel like the scene in front of me is an illusory dream, but I can't wake up anyway. He seemed to shout loudly, but he always felt as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.

With a rustling sound, the curtain of the door made of white shells was drawn, the white door of the hut was opened, and the man who came in was dressed in a cheerful light blue fishing suit, and carried a few fat and large sea fish in his hands.

Ivas turned back suddenly, it was a familiar figure, he was still the same as he remembered after ten years of separation. Ivas's eyes widened and he tried to look at the figure, but no matter how hard he tried, Ivas couldn't see his face, and Ivas was even more convinced that it was a dream, a dream that was becoming more and more realistic.

The man put down the fish in his hand and walked towards Evas, the blurred outline of his face becoming clear. Curly black hair with light bangs, a clean face without a messy beard, although it is less manly, it looks more gentle and elegant. The eyes with black pupils seemed to be the deep night sky at night, but the moonlight and faint stars were missing. The wrinkles at the corners of the man's eyes bring traces of time to this handsome face, and the sharp marks of memories carved are even more attractive. The sharp black eyebrows stretch out like a knife to the sides of the cheeks, and the large mouth is just below the bridge of the nose, which is very well-proportioned. The corners of the man's mouth turned up slightly, and with a charming charm and a confident smile, he walked towards Ivas step by step. The steady rhythmic sound of footsteps tapping against the wooden floor, and humming a little song from the side of Ivas's father when he was a child.

It was really him, Ivas was rolling with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't make a sound in his choked throat, and he could only spit out a few words with all his might: "Why are you, aren't you leaving?"

The magnetic man's voice reached Evas's ears, and every word his father had said came to his mind, "What's the matter, I haven't seen you in the morning, it's like my father has become a class enemy! I'm not your enemy, my son." Rivas walked over and patted Ivas on the shoulder with his powerful right hand, and with his left hand he took the two man-tall sea fish in his hand to Ivas, and said proudly as if to show off, "Son, come on, come on, see what Daddy brought you today? Your sister's favorite tuna salmon." Rivas pointed to the two long sea fish in his hand with his right hand, as if they were theater actors standing on the Dragon Kingdom Theater, "You don't know, I didn't see any fish in the sea at that time. I thought I couldn't just go back empty-handed, there were two little ones waiting for my fish in the house! Just as I continued to hold on to no avail, suddenly I looked in the direction of the deep sea, and I saw two long shadows gliding from the bottom of the sea, and guess what I am?"

Ivas didn't say anything, and said with a smile, "You're not him." ”