She thought that this nodding acquaintance with God would be enough for him to save her family from disaster. She can also put herself in God's shoes: God is often busy with the affairs of thousands of households, so in her opinion, she should also treat the small troubles in life like an interesting guest, and when she sees that her master's house is already full of friends, she should take the opportunity to find a random place to sit down, eat a little, and wait patiently for the busy master to be free.

When Jesenia had finished sewing, she put her work on a small table in the corner, undressed and slept, and turned off the lights. But she soon found that she was not sleepy, that her mind was as clear as in the day, that the night seemed to be fake, and that her body and mind felt as relaxed and bright. The atrium throbbed like a pocket watch between the ears and the pillow. Yesenia flipped to and fro angrily, lifting the quilt for a moment, and covering her body and head for the other. Eventually, she summoned her usual hypnotic imagination: she imagined slowly throwing pebbles into the sparkling water, watching the ripples that spread gently in circles. Jesenia fell asleep at once. She had a beloved dream: trees full of flowers, bitterness, seduction, songs, and mysterious apparitions, in which all she could remember when she woke up was the glittering, clear waters of the sea that ran from her feet to her chest. Seeing all this, she lingered in the dream for a few more moments, then woke up and sat up.

She had no sleep at all, as if she hadn't slept at all. A feeling of freshness, joy and the desire to do something made her very happy. She looked around as if she were looking at a new home. Dawn came, and although the sky was not bright, the morning light was slightly dewed. The surroundings are faintly recognizable. The lower part of the window is still dark. The upper part has turned whitish. A glittering morning star is peering inside near the top window. Yesenia knew it was hard to sleep anymore. So he got dressed, approached the window, took off the hook, and pushed open a window. There was silence outside the window, it was solemn and clear, as if it had just arrived. The silhouette of shadowy bushes appeared in the hazy blue twilight, and the trees farther away were still sleeping; The air was hot and earthy.

The girl looked at the scenery from the window and couldn't help but smile. Suddenly. It was as if a call came from afar, and her whole body and mind were revived. She seemed to wake up from the apparent reality again, and thus felt more and more obvious and unmistakable.

The adoptive father had not yet returned, but Jesenia had arrived at the hotel early and started the day.

This small hotel has two doors, and she always enters and exits through the narrowest door, which is known as the Dark Door. The living room was small, but there were a lot of people coming and going, and she never talked to anyone when she first arrived. As the days went by, she got to know the regulars in the small hotel. This is where the most eccentric customers gather. It was only because of her presence that the little hotel and the people there seemed so unusual and different, as if she had soaked them all with her own fragrance.

One day, a photographer walked into the small hotel. Outwardly, he is no different from the customers in the store. Same age, same raunchy. He wore a tunic that was too long for him, a pair of plain weave pants and a pair of fat military leather boots. He took a lot of photos of the guests who frequented the small hotel, and then he became a regular himself, so that to others, he took a family portrait. Later, the photographs were published in a Gibraltar-themed photo album with a simple caption listing only the names or nicknames of the customers. She has appeared in several photographs. Of all the people in the photo, she is the first to be noticed by the reader. In the caption at the footer of the photo album, her name is "Yesenia". It's a "flamenco", the name of a "gypsy" as the British often call it.

She was wearing a dress that resembled that of a gypsy girl, and she stood up straight, but the others were in casual positions, such as Garcia, who even fell asleep with his head leaning back on the leather-lacquered bench, apparently not shaving in days. The name was given by someone else when she started working in a small hotel. A lot of people sat at the same table that day. Seeing her appear, someone shouted, "Oh, Jesenia is here......" At first, she looked a little frightened, but it didn't take long for a smile to bloom on her face. At this time, Garcia stood up, pretended to be very solemn, and said, "Tonight, I will name you." From now on, your name will be Jesenia. Over time, all of them called her Yesenia, and now that she thought about it, she felt relaxed when she had this new name. Yes, it's relaxing.

Because she didn't know what her name was.

She also asked her adoptive father, Pablo, about her background, but her adoptive father was always vague and unclear, until one day when he was drunk, she asked again, and her adoptive father told her that she was a snowy night, and a fierce man in a shabby gypsy robe sent a pregnant Qianguo woman here, gave him some money, and asked him to find a way to find someone to give birth to this woman, and then the big man left and never came back, and the Qianguo woman later gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. It was Yesenia, but the Qianguo woman died shortly after giving birth to her, and was buried in a public cemetery by him. Jesenia asked her name, and Pablo said that her name was Theresa, and that the name Teresa means beautiful brunette woman in Spanish, and that she was indeed a very beautiful woman of the Qianguo as her name suggested.

From then on, Yesenia knew that half of the Qianguo blood was in her veins.

And Chen Wei, who she admires with all her heart, also has half Qianguo blood.

Maybe that's another reason why she and him are so attracted to each other?

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