Xia Fan is a junior in college, and he should have belonged to his years, but he ......

On a rainy night, Xia Fan was walking alone on the road, holding an empty wine bottle in his hand and an inspection report.

The empty bottle in his hand was thrown aside, and Xia Fan tore the inspection report to shreds.

"In a good year, why did you lose to the disease?"

A Santana sped down the Corniche.

The driver seemed to be drunk, and the car swayed left and right on the road, without the slightest intention of slowing down.

Xia Fan stopped at the crossroads, at this moment, he was walking at the crossroads of his life, it seemed that no road could be taken, he sighed.

The red light turned into a green light, Xia Fan took a deep breath, took heavy steps, and walked on the zebra crossing.

Suddenly, a dazzling bright light came, Xia Fan subconsciously blocked his hands in front of him, he didn't even know what was going on, and the person was knocked out like this!

One, two, three.

Xia Fan's body spun around in the air three times, and then he was slammed to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in his internal organs, he felt that his heart was like a broken pain, his body was no longer obedient, only his consciousness could still feel the pain, it seemed to be pain from the soul!

After Santana crashed into Xia Fan, he slammed into the stone wall on the side of the road!

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

The driver's head hit the steering wheel, bleeding from a car, and he died......

Xia Fan's body lay quietly in a pool of blood, the umbrella was thrown out more than ten meters, the rain kept hitting his body, and his body had become distorted.

Am I dead?

The pain in his body gradually disappeared, Xia Fan couldn't even feel the presence of his body, he felt that he was very light, and he was about to float.

Two choices appeared before his eyes.

A. Death.

B. Become an innkeeper.

"What is this?"

Xia Fan looked at the multiple-choice question in front of him, he chose option B without hesitation, he didn't want to die, even if he had a terminal illness, he still wanted to live and live with hope.

Slowly opening his eyes, the sun was shining through the window, Xia Fan looked at the unfamiliar environment, and sat up with his weak body.

He gasped for breath and looked around, and in a moment his body went limp.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a woman walked in, and Xia Fan saw that the big watery eyes were looking at him.

"Are you awake?"

With that, she walked over to the bed, the bowl in her hand set aside.

"Is this a hospital?"

"Or am I dead?"

Xia Fan said weakly.

The woman didn't speak, picked up the bowl, and fed the potion to Xia Fan.

"This is the Super Inn, my name is Su Meng, the manager of this inn, from today onwards, you will be the owner of this inn."

After a few sips of potion, Xia Fan felt that his body had fully recovered.

He sat up: "Super Inn? ”

As soon as the words fell, slides flashed through Xia Fan's mind, and he remembered everything that happened last night, the pain from his body, the feeling of heartbreak, and the choices he had made.

Choosing to become the innkeeper was indeed his choice.

Although, I don't know how, but I should still be alive.

Xia Fan pinched his arm.

"Ahh

It doesn't seem to be a dream......

"Xia Fan, from today onwards you are the owner of this inn, you can ask me if you have any questions, if you feel better, come to the conference room to find me."

Su Meng put down the bowl in his hand, and the potion in the bowl had bottomed out.

She got up and opened the door and was about to walk out, when she turned back and spoke.

"By the way, the innermost room on the right corner is the conference room."

Xia Fan picked up the bowl and drained the potion, he felt that his body was rejuvenated.

"Forget it, it's better than dead."

Putting down the bowl in his hand, Xia Fan got out of bed, he opened the door and walked out.

There are several European-style wall-mounted lamps in the corridor, which are particularly quiet under the dim light.

Along the corridor, Xia Fan walked with steps, and from time to time he glanced at the paintings hanging on the walls.

Most of the paintings are in the style of abstraction, and some are landscape paintings.

Xia Fan stopped in front of a painting, which was a painting that he would look at carefully.

It was a woman, her hair was scattered, Xia Fan couldn't see her face clearly, she was standing under the tree, the leaves were yellow, the fallen leaves were messy by the wind, the woman's hair seemed to be blown up by the wind, and then it fell, blew up, and fell again......

She was sad.

This is the emotion that Xia Fan felt from the painting, just like his mood last night, and the end of his life is like the dead tree in the painting......

He seemed to feel that the woman in the painting moved, to be precise, he felt that the painting was alive, he was fascinated and fascinated.

"This is my favorite painting."

Su Meng slowly walked to Xia Fan's side.

"Is the woman in the painting you?"

She didn't speak, just looked at the painting......

Xia Fan turned his head to look at her, this time, he seemed to be fascinated by Su Meng's unique temperament, although she didn't say it, but, he knew that the woman in the painting was her.

"Let's go, there will be time to appreciate it later."

Su Meng's words broke the peace.

Xia Fan nodded and followed.

At the end of the hallway, the meeting room was not much different from a normal meeting place, with a projector, projection screen, a rectangular conference table, and a few chairs with backrests.

Pushing open the door, Su Meng walked in with Xia Fan.

"Let me introduce to you, from today onwards, Mr. Xia Fan will be the owner of our Super Inn."

"Hello..."

Xia Fan said hello.

In addition to him and Su Meng, there were two men and one woman in the conference room, a total of three people.

Wearing a hat, looking young, and looking good is the front desk guy of the inn.

There is also an uncle with a horn beard and a pair of small eyes who is in charge of the inn's food.

There is also a young woman who sits elegantly and has a little nobility in her gestures, who is responsible for solving the complaints of customers and the needs of daily life.

"Hello, my name is Ankai, and I am the front desk of this inn."

The little brother in the hat was the first to say hello and introduced.

The other two remained silent.

It's embarrassing, isn't it?

Xia Fan scratched the back of his head and looked at Su Meng with a pleading look.

"This uncle is in charge of the food and drink of our inn, so you can call him Uncle Xu in the future."

"That's the customer service of our inn, Wei Xue."

After speaking, Su Meng pointed to the seat in the center of the conference room.

"Boss, you just sit here, don't be nervous about the first meeting, get to know our inn well, the days will be long."

Xia Fan nodded and sat down on the chair.

He couldn't figure it out, he had obviously had a car accident last night, and the multiple-choice question that appeared in front of him when he was dying.

Could it really be that made me the owner of this super inn?

So, am I alive? Or is it dead?

In the conference room, the projection screen is slowly falling......