Zhang Haotian, who wears glasses, is white and clean, after taking a shower, his hair has been carefully cared for, and the dark blue sweater he wears on his body also gives him a bit of the youthful appearance of the brother next door. To be honest, such a man is the easiest to make people take their guards.

Meiyun looked at Zhang Haotian and suddenly felt a little in a trance.

Her predecessor is somewhat similar to Zhang Haotian. But it's just such a man, it's easy to hurt people's hearts.

Meiyun lowered her eyes: "I'm from Nancheng." ”

"Nancheng! It's a place full of mystery. "Zhang Haotian is very good at talking.

Meiyun hurriedly closed the book and got up: "I'm sorry, it's time for me to sleep beautifully." ”

She wanted to insert the book back into the shelf, but after thinking about it, she simply went upstairs with the book in her pocket.

Zhang Haotian, who touched the ash of his nose, remained silent, got up and took down a book from the bookshelf casually, pulled the lazy sofa closer to the fireplace, and read it comfortably.

To be honest, Lin Yue's homestay was decorated beyond his expectations, and it was no different from some of the homestays he had been to before that cost thousands of dollars. He could even see the three persimmon trees in the yard from the windowsill. At this time, it is already a cold winter, the branches and leaves of the persimmon tree are falling, and there are seventeen or eighteen persimmons hanging on the slender branches, which has a special interest in the night.

This reminded him that when he was a child, his family was poor, and he had no extra money to buy snacks to eat, so he could only steal dried persimmons from his grandmother to eat. That sweet taste is still on the tip of the tongue today.

Lin Yue Town...... Although I didn't want to come back, I did come back.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated for a moment, and it was a message from her aunt Zhang Mei: "Big nephew, how is it?" ”

Before, my aunt praised Lin Yue very well. He didn't believe it before, the young girls went out without any nostalgia, what good girls could there be in Lin Yue Town, where birds never laid eggs?

He tapped his fingertips: "Wait for my good news." ”

He put away his phone and stared at the book, but his ears were propped up, listening to the movement next to him.

However, except for the slight movement on the front stage, the surroundings are quiet, which is like the city with bright lights and wine, there is always the sound of continuous traffic.

Linyue Town is still that town that is not very developed.

But Zhang Haotian was not in a hurry, only slowly looked at the furnishings in the yard, and slowly paced to the open courtyard separated by a passage. There are three persimmon trees planted there, and there is a window that lets in a subtle light through the cracks, even though the curtains are drawn.

That should be Lin Yue's room.

Zhang Haotian stood under the persimmon tree, and he had already made an excuse in his heart, if Lin Yue came out, how should he deal with it.

He didn't know that Lin Yue in the house was immersed in another world and couldn't extricate himself.

"This is a case of murder in a closed room. The doors and windows were so closed that not even a fly could fly in......"

Lin Yue concentrated on the keyboard and typed this line of words.

She wears a furry hat and has a heater on her feet. She is not in excellent health, especially in the cold winter days.

If there are no guests at the homestay, she will write a book by the fireplace. On that dense shelf, there are actually many books that she references.

But the matter of her writing a book is not known to anyone in Lin Yue Town except for her father.

Although she earns a good income from writing books, she can live at home every day, and she doesn't need to run such a homestay. But his father thinks that if he hasn't dealt with people for many years, Lin Yue's writing of books is like a car behind closed doors. Lin Yue must do some business and keep dealing with people.

But what kind of business can you do to deal with people and write books at the same time?

Those who get up early and are greedy for the night to do the food business are naturally not good, Lin Yue often stays up late to write books, and he can't do those trivial things.

At that time, she was writing "Homestay Murder Case", and her father had a flash of inspiration: "Let's open a homestay!" In recent years, the B&B has been on fire, but we don't have a B&B in Linyue Town! ”

My father drove a long-distance truck outside all the year round, and he had seen some of the world.

Lin Yue was moved at that time.

But open a homestay in Linyue Town? I'm afraid that no one will come to live.

Lin Yue thought about it for two days, but still agreed to his father's suggestion.

Their house was built by his father with his savings in his early years, and there was no area limit at that time, and the area of the house was not small, more than 200 square meters. There are also two small courtyards on the first floor of the house, and through the small courtyard, there are several open spaces, where you can raise chickens and grow vegetables for entertainment.

Even if you don't open a homestay, you can repair the house, which is also suitable for your father's retirement.

Lin Yue renovated the house according to his own mind and combined with the needs of the elderly.

Lin Yue B&B opened on a good day.

Sure enough, the B&B that has been open for a year has very few guests. But fortunately, I don't have to pay rent, and I can save some costs by raising some chickens and ducks and growing vegetables on weekdays.

In addition, the employment is cheap labor, and the daily life of the B&B is barely passable.

Lin Yue gently rubbed his somewhat cold fingers, and was about to continue writing, but he heard the sound of a branch being trampled outside.

She raised her eyebrows, and was about to open the curtain to take a look, when she heard a little girl crying: "Sister Lin, Sister Lin!" ”

This voice is like a green green.

Lin Yue got up and walked out quickly.

At the front desk, Lin Zhenzheng looked at Qingqing at a loss.

The little girl was crying breathlessly, thinly dressed, and had a shoe on her foot that disappeared from nowhere.

As soon as Lin Yue appeared, the little girl's cry was sharp: "Sister Lin, save my mother, she drank pesticides just now!" ”

Compared with the warm Lin Yue B&B, Qingqing felt that her home was cold.

Her mother led her back, and her grandmother was scolding and looking at her brother. When he saw them coming back, he immediately got up and said, "It's so late, I can't sleep yet!" What a sin! ”

As he spoke, he slammed the dilapidated door, and his brother screamed and cried. Although the younger brother is five years old, he still has to be watched because of his mental retardation. Grandma often scolds her mother, gives birth to a money-losing goods, and gives birth to a fool, but she is really a broom star!

Mom didn't dare to speak out in front of her grandmother, but turned around and hit her on the back: "He Qingqing, tell you to look at your brother!" It's disobedient! My life is so bitter, I have to be angry with you when I give birth to you who lose money! ”

Mom's strength was so strong that she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, my mother's mobile phone rang, and my mother quickly answered the phone: "Guoyan? "Guoyan is my father's name, and I have been working outside for almost a year and have not come back. Not only did Dad not come back, but he rarely even sent money back.

Qingqing coaxed her younger brother and watched her mother's face become extremely ugly.

Suddenly, she became frightened. Every time mom and dad finished a phone call and were in a bad mood, they would hit her.

Mom's voice was extremely sharp: "No money this month? Xiaobao still has to go to the doctor! Incurable? Why did Xiaobao become like this, is it my fault? I followed you when I was seventeen, and it was you who said that you would give me happiness ......"

It's like Dad hung up the phone first, and Mom's hand holding the phone hung down weakly.

This time, her mother did not beat her, nor did she look at her brother, but sat on a small stool in despair.

Qingqing didn't dare to move, for fear that her mother would slap her.

But my mother sat unexpectedly for a long time, then staggered to her feet, walked outside, and as if she had taken some bottle, unscrewed the lid and poured it into her mouth!