Uncle Zhong's name is Zhong Gelu, and he is a "man of the hour" in the eyes of the children in their compound in the past. At that time, the children in the courtyard regarded Uncle Zhong as a fashion vane, and no one in the courtyard had bought a car at that time, and his big motorcycle was the coolest existence in the eyes of the children. When he roared past with his girlfriends of all colors in a motorcycle suit, the children playing next to him would automatically press the pause button and watch their handsome appearance with their mouths open. Because of this, Su Feng also asked his family to buy him a motorcycle, but he was beaten up when the motorcycle was not touched.

Zhong Nuanyang still remembers that when he was in the first grade of primary school, he suddenly got married without warning, and she still remembers the way the bride walked into the courtyard wearing a wedding dress with her stomach up. It's just that not long after they got married, they moved out of the compound and never came back since. Only occasionally heard some deeds about him in the chats of adults, he later resigned and left the factory, took his wife's family to go to the south to start a business, and then somehow there was no news.

About a year later, a woman carrying a boy less than a year old ran to the compound to find Uncle Zhong's parents and made a big fuss, but no one knew his whereabouts. Later, the two elders of the Zhong family, who could not be disturbed, sold their house to help their son pay for their grandson's child support, and they themselves lived in a nursing home.

Zhong Nuanyang looked at Su Feng: "It shouldn't be so coincidental, maybe it just looks alike?" ”

"I noticed his accent first." Su Feng paused, more than ten years have passed, and Uncle Zhong in their memory is still in his 20s, saying that the submissive uncle just now is him, and he himself is not sure.

"If it's him, what should we do?" Zhong Nuanyang still remembers that the people in the courtyard were speculating about whether Uncle Zhong had encountered an accident somewhere, and the two old men even went to the public security bureau to report to the police, but whether it was his family or the police, he was at a loss in the end. After a long time, everyone slowly forgot about it, and this matter was silent in the long river of time.

Su Feng thought of the lobby manager who rushed to put out the fire just now, and he was in front of the registration desk at the door and instructed the waiter to notify himself first if he wanted to come in for a meal next time.

"Can you help me find out what name the one who just dined was checking in?" Su Feng walked over and asked straight to the point.

The lobby manager first greeted them professionally, and then looked at them embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, it's inconvenient for us to disclose the privacy of our guests." ”

Su Feng noticed the waiter in charge of reception opposite the lobby manager, and what she was pressing should be the buffet registration book. He glanced at Zhong Nuanyang, smiled a little confidently, and turned to face the lobby manager: "Is our information registered?" ”

The waiter hurriedly replied, "It's already registered." ”

Su Feng glanced at Zhong Nuanyang: "Do you want to see if you have written your name wrongly." He glanced at the register.

Zhong Nuanyang immediately understood, she looked at the waiter, and the waiter looked at the lobby manager. The lobby manager hesitated and nodded, Zhong Nuanyang took out the register from the waiter's hand, turned the last page and quickly browsed it, and then turned forward, turned two or three pages, and was stopped by the waiter.

"It's yesterday." The waiter's face was a little nervous, and she looked at the face of the lobby manager, wondering if she had made a mistake.

"Oh." Zhong Nuanyang flipped back again, and saw that there was only one line that said two large and two small, it should be, she took a quick look at the front, only the room number and a short abbreviation "mr Zhu. Zhong Nuanyang's finger stayed on it slightly, closed the register, and returned it to the waiter.

"I'm sorry, I remembered, we used a meal ticket, and we shouldn't have registered the room number." Su Feng pretended to be suddenly enlightened in the back, and after speaking, he pulled Zhong Nuanyang away, leaving the lobby manager with a blank face.