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    I chatted casually with Chen Jing in the cafe for a while, because the singing master hadn't woken up yet, so I couldn't see my real body.  Since there was no one to take care of the downstairs, Hu Chuihaizhen went downstairs after a few words, and continued to stay at the service desk waiting for the business to arrive.

    During this period, I received a call from Lao Liu. He said that my friend¡¯s travel agency would receive a tour group during the November period and would stay at the Letu Qinling Station for one night. The time was set on October 3. Lao Liu asked me to do it well  Reception preparations, this is the first cooperation, so don't lose the chain.

    I patted my chest on the phone and promised that we have a lot of experience in receiving tour groups, and we will be able to complete it beautifully.

    After saying thank you, I hung up Lao Liu's phone, feeling really happy in my heart.  Lao Liu is a person who keeps his promises. Last time he had a drink, he said that he would help me attract customers. Only a few days later, the tour group came to my door.

    I spent a long time at the service desk, during which I checked in an elderly couple from Hangzhou.  The old couple retired last year and plan to travel around the country this year. The two said that they did not follow the travel guides on the Internet completely. They liked Zhongnan Mountain very much in the early years, especially the autumn in the mountain.  Choosing this season to come to the foot of the Qinling Mountains is something that has been planned for a long time.

    After sending the second elder upstairs, I was free again.

    I went out when I was doing nothing, and came to the wide green belt outside the gate of the post station. There was a retro bench in the middle of the extremely comfortable greenery. I sat down quietly. From this angle, I could just see the gate of the post station. I could see very well when someone entered.  Clear, so staying here is very reassuring.

    Looking at the green grass that is about to wither and turn yellow under your feet, and the leaves that are slowly turning yellow above your head, there is an indescribable beauty at the foot of the mountain this season.

    Bow your head, meditate, some feelings are as quiet as ever.

    I am still too dull in my own world, living too seriously, my dull face will only bloom when I need to deal with it, and this face seems to be numb to survival on weekdays.  I forgot to smile at a bouquet of flowers in spring, and I forgot to be happy and excited about a lush green leaf in summer.  A bunch of flowers that are not easy to bloom, a rare green leaf, in the wilderness of time, in the long river of life, my smile is bright enough to welcome and encourage a humble life.  Like a leaf, a bouquet of flowers inspires me in my life.

    Many people in this world have praised the beauty of a bouquet of flowers, with words and voices.  But I searched for a long time, but found that no one had ever praised the place where my life originated, a bunch of unknown flowers in a valley where the setting sun fell.  Everyone has forgotten the existence of a bouquet of flowers, and after so many years, I am the only one who remembers the beauty of that flower.

    ? Time is getting old, the flower without a name remains unchanged, and I remain unchanged.  The wind blows and the clouds float over. This is a season, hiding a period of time.

    In fact, many times, I don't want to mention the word "dream" over and over again. Even if I think of it or talk about it occasionally, I start to be cautious.  This is an era of rapid change. It is a dream that was created when I was a child, and it has not changed until now, and it is a dream that I put in and work hard every day.  When those teenagers with a runny nose standing on the talent show say that music is their lifelong dream, I will change the channel without hesitation. These days, dreams change too fast, and they use the guise of dreams in order to become famous.  It stinks of copper.

    I have reached an age where I can't understand chicken soup for the soul on the Internet, but I can comfort my turbulent heart or injured soul in various ways.  Time can make a person strong, so strong that he still can't defeat himself.

    After staying in the green belt for a long time, I rushed back to the lobby until I heard a call coming from the service desk.

    The call came from the old couple upstairs, and they asked me if there was any place to eat nearby.  I froze for a moment, the surrounding businesses hadn't developed yet, and I had to go to a farmhouse not far away for dinner.  However, people who travel, most of them like the taste of farmhouse.  Poor people who are crazy in the city still prefer the taste of the countryside.

    ?Recommended a farmhouse not far away to the two of you, with good service and high cost performance. The old man thanked me politely on the phone and asked me if I would like to go there together.

    Because Li Xin might come over after get off work, I had to say that I might not have time.  In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I am very happy to invite the elders to eat local dishes from the farmers in southern Shaanxi.  They can still muster up the courage to travel when they are old, and this spirit itself is very literary.  Travel is a beautiful word, but the process is not necessarily beautiful.  After all, it is still very difficult for the elderly to travel long distances.

    Hanging up the phone in the old man's regretful voice, I feel that I am sometimes unreasonable, but there is no way to do it.

    handOf course we have to be busy, don't we both work together?  "I sent a voice, Li Xin should be able to hear the tone of my voice.

    "Then I'll go find you after get off work?" She didn't agree directly, but since she said so, she was naturally willing.

    While chatting with Li Xin, another call came in the phone.  The call is from Qin Luoshen. I have saved her number for a long time, and I have never dialed it. Seeing this number now, I feel very strange.

    She had a few polite words with me on the phone, and asked about the situation of the newly opened Qinling Station.  Then the conversation changed, and I asked if I had time in the evening, saying that Fanxiang opened a hot pot restaurant near Checheng, and wanted to invite me to go to Chongqing style in the evening.

    I asked Qin Luoshen if she invited me alone, and she replied with certainty that it was only you and me.

    Although I don't know what medicine is sold in Qin Luoshen's gourd, I still agreed. After all, I have no habit of rejecting beautiful women.

    After hanging up the phone, I told Li Xin that I was going to meet a friend tonight and I might not have time to accompany her.

    Li Xin let out an "oh", seeming to be a little depressed.  She didn't ask who I was going to meet, and I didn't say that that friend was Qin Luoshen.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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