This hostel is called Shiyi, and the signboard is not conspicuous, so He Qiancheng only found out after living and working here.

One Lodge?

He Qiancheng chewed on the name carefully, and felt that it seemed to be the same as "amnesia", which was just right for her.

"Why is it called that?"

She secretly asked Xiao Ling one day, these days, Qiancheng has been arranged to live in one of the girls' bed rooms, after all, it is already very good to include food and accommodation, and she will not be given a separate room.

It is with Xiaoling who lives in bunk beds, day and night, and is a little more familiar.

Xiao Ling blinked his good-looking fawn-like aura eyes and said, "It's nothing special, I heard that the store opened at that time, and the beautiful names were all occupied, and I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it." ”

"And then?"

He Qiancheng asked with a hint of expectation.

"Then someone said, it's eleven o'clock, hurry up and settle down, it's time to go back to the shower and sleep."

"This made the name Eleven, and I thought it was too casual, so I changed it to these two words the next day."

Bang bang.

Chizuki heard her girl's heart smash on the floor.

However, just like an article can have multiple interpretations, who says that a store name can't be personalized by someone who cares.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers, He Qiancheng has heard this sentence for many years, and it was not until he actually read this book that he had a little understanding.

Is he a prince who has the courage to take revenge, or a devil who pulls everyone into the abyss?

It's like the Chinese reading comprehension questions that Qiancheng used to do in middle school.

What kind of emotions did the author write these words with?

What kind of atmosphere is this scene description intended for?

What is the central idea of this article?

Such questions accompany almost every teenager in his school years.

There is only one answer in the book, but who says that interpretation is the only one.

Perhaps, even the author himself has a different answer.

Therefore, He Qiancheng decided willfully, so he interpreted it according to his own ideas.

The days passed, and it was unexpectedly long.

When I wake up in the morning and tidy up the living room, the front desk of this store is furnished like a home, and even the name is called the living room.

The staff on the same night shift change shifts, or take the linen from the previous day to dry, and carefully care for the flowers and plants in the garden in between.

If you don't spend time on these things every day, it's hard to get them right.

After all, even if some species can grow like wildflowers and weeds, they are always difficult to pleasing to the eye.

At noon, the retired room will be tidied up, and in the afternoon, some tea and coffee will be prepared for those who are interested in relaxing in the living room.

In the evening, you have to organize all kinds of activities, the most common is to sing some favorite songs in turn, or prepare a dinner together, which is a chance for the traveling people to get acquainted with each other.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is natural to travel and see different scenery, but the collision of the hearts of people from different places and different encounters is a kind of fun.

Different from the usual life and work circles, they often have different styles and have no similarities in their experiences, but they can make those who are in them feel that "they can still live like this".

Among them, the most special and mysterious nature is Sister Xia, Sister Xia does not often participate in their activities, but because of her ability and beauty, she has a long reputation, and in Qiancheng's heart, she is simply equivalent to the proprietress of the Dragon Gate Inn.

However, Sister Xia is so powerful that no one dares to beat her.

It is said that there are no people, but naturally there are still bold fanatics.

One night, a guest, perhaps drunk, said that he forgot to bring the key, and waited for Sister Xia to open the door but refused to go in for a long time.

He also blushed his neck and said to her: "Go back with me, it's a pity to be here." ”

He Qiancheng hadn't been here for a long time, but he also had a murderous aura of hatred and hatred, and he was about to step forward and pull away the salty pig hand that the guest was able to stretch out to Sister Xia.

Unexpectedly, Sister Xia's shoulders moved, and she didn't know what kind of ingenuity she used, so the man screamed.

At this time, his friend returned, and Sister Xia was happy to make someone over.

The next day, when the man checked out, he was still stunned and muttered: "Your bed here is not soft enough, my arms are sore when I wake up in the morning." ”

He Qiancheng had no choice but to hold back a smile to go through the formalities for him, and glanced at Xiao Ling, who was sweeping the floor.

"Most of the hostel's guests are students, but there are some of them yesterday."

When the others left, Sister Xia instructed Qiancheng at the regular meeting in the evening: "Try to be polite, but if you really feel wrong, you have to know how to protect yourself." ”

“yes，madam。”

Qiancheng was naughty, and said again: "Teach me two tricks too." ”

Sister Xia glanced at her and said, "Are you sure?" ”

He Qiancheng nodded like pounding garlic, she is now at the stage where she is a little curious about everything, anyway, she can learn a little bit of everything, maybe to put it ugly, she is idle and panicked.

"You're going to hit me."

"What?"

When He Qiancheng heard this, she always felt that this person was not a little weird, but she understood what Sister Xia meant.

"It's a pragmatist again."

She muttered, following the example of the annoying guest, and stretched out her right hand to touch Sister Xia's placket.

"Then I'll make a move......"

She didn't have a bit of seriousness, she just stretched out her hand casually, but she didn't expect Sister Xia to suddenly bend her left hand to the stage, and when she pressed and twisted, He Qiancheng howled out with a whimper.

Then, Sister Xia withdrew her hand and asked, "Have you learned?" ”

"If the opponent is not subdued, you can also add a horizontal punch with your right hand, like this,"

Sister Xia wanted to cover up again, but He Qiancheng reflexively dodged over, causing a burst of laughter from Xiao Ling and the onlookers.

Qiancheng was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "Master, you can tap this time." ”

"How can you learn to be afraid of pain, I haven't heard of it, you have to be beaten first."

Okay, Qiancheng doesn't quite understand Sister Xia's tiger-wolf teaching ideas, but if she thinks of her as Wang Xifeng, it seems that she can look a little less afraid.

Although she said it ruthlessly, this time Sister Xia really only made a slight gesture of hitting her temple.

It looks easy, but you really want to get started, He Qiancheng also practiced for half an hour.

Finally, Sister Xia's brows stretched slightly, and she said, "It's finally a little bit like that." ”

It just so happens that there are not many customers here, there are few people in the store, Xiao Ling is also idly in the courtyard to tease a black cat who lives here, the cat is estimated to have eaten a lot of oil and water in the back kitchen, and the belly is round, and Qian Cheng thought it was pregnant when she first saw it.