The manager looked at their dumbfounded reactions with a smile, and then said something that was completely disappointing.
He said to the man: "Of course, if you don't like women, feel free to choose among these people."
The steward was wearing the official uniform of a eunuch, which looked a bit ridiculous.
The hair falling out of the red-topped official hat turned out to be the long whip of the Qing Dynasty, which was really well acted.
There is the passage again, with a red carpet on the ground.
But the difference is that this time the passage is not narrow, about five meters wide.
It seems to be very, very long, and not far ahead, you can already see the doors neatly lined up on both sides, just like a hotel.
He led the way and introduced as he walked: "Everyone has a room.
Of course, if you want to live together, we have no objection.
But it is recommended to live separately."
Turning around, his powdered white face spread out, his mouth painted with bright lipstick grinned, and he made a strange smile.
He said softly and mysteriously: "Someone once had a hallucination in the middle of the night, and the person who was sleeping with him was...
Kill, we don’t mind cleaning up the corpses on the bed, but in order for the noble master to continue his journey safely, it’s better to live separately.”
When he saw everyone's faces pale, he smiled and stopped in front of a wooden door marked with house number 1: "Every room is the same, as long as you want the room in your heart, it will be what it is." ” He asked diligently again: "Don't you really need company?"
It's really hospitable here, full service.
But no one wants him.
The only man he wants has a wife by his side, but he doesn't dare to ask for her.
"Then who will occupy this room?"
Seeing that everyone was hesitant, the manager respectfully raised his hands and bent down, making an exaggerated "please" gesture.
You can't sleep in the corridor.
Besides, you've already died once, so what are you afraid of?
Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows: "Me" "Okay, please come in."
The manager took a step back and stood outside the door frame with a smile: "Please think about the room you need.
Don't think about other places, such as volcanoes, primitive grasslands and jungles.
Once a guest opened the door The seawater rushed out of the door and I was swept far away.
We still haven't been able to find him.
Maybe he was washed back to the bottom and died. " There is actually something like this.
Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes, thought about it in his mind, and opened the door suddenly.
Immediately there was a familiar and warm light inside the door, simple furniture, no extravagant and luxurious decoration, and a yellow and white, inexpensive, most ordinary domestic cat coiled on the slightly wrinkled bed. . .
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but burst into tears as she walked in.
The door behind her closed.
She walked to the bed and sat down.
She hugged the lazy fat cat and put her face on its head, which was too lazy to open its eyes.
She was so excited that she shed tears and asked uncertainly: "Yes."
You, furball?"
The cat, which looked very similar to the fur ball at home, finally opened its eyes.
Its eyes were also the same khaki color as its fur.
It closed its eyes again and fell asleep without saying a word.
Hairball is a lazy person.
He only eats and sleeps, otherwise he wouldn't be so fat.
If even the cat can be among them, what about her parents and even her boyfriend?
So Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes, and after a while he opened his eyes uneasily.
Tears burst into his face, and everyone was there.
"Dad, Mom" she greeted her, spread her hands and hugged her mother tightly.
After a while, I realized something was wrong.
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Her mother did not hug her, but stood there motionless.
She raised her head with tears in her eyes and saw her mother, who had gray hair on her temples.
Her appearance was the same as in her memory, but her eyes were missing a sparkle.
It's like a body without a soul, but there is no warmth in the body.
I put my ears to my chest and listen, but there is no heartbeat.
It turns out that all of this is fake, the warm home is fake, the parents are fake, and even the hair ball on the bed is fake.
She retreated to the bed while crying miserably, grabbed the fur ball on the bed, and threw it against the wall like crazy.
The fur ball didn't even scream, and flew directly to the wall, and then slowly sank into the wall like it was stuck in a quagmire until it disappeared.
Even though she had died once, even though her current feeling was much numb, the pain in her heart was like an awl piercing her flesh.
The pain was so unbearable that she couldn't hold it back until she burst into tears.
Facing the two people who looked like parents standing next to the bed, she angrily roared: "Disappear, all disappear."
Everything in the room, parents, old-fashioned wardrobe, slightly wrinkled bed, somewhat messy desk, half-yellow curtains. . .
One by one, they disappeared, taking with them her memories and her concerns, and the whole room finally turned into white nothingness.
Cheng Qianxun's lips trembled as he stood in the middle of a blank space.
She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in an Arab-style room.
Even the derived windows have become Arabic-style carved wood windows.
In the center of the room, inside the layers of gauze tents, there is a bed covered with soft and thick wool blankets on the ground, with purple soft cushions sewn with gold thread. .
This was the princess room in her mind from One Thousand and One Nights, luxurious and comfortable.
She turned around in a circle with great sadness, looking around this gorgeous room that seemed like a fairy tale.
Although I still want to feel like home, when I see home, I think of my parents.
She didn't want to have two dull dolls in the room that looked like parents but had no emotions.
It was simply a blasphemy against the family.
That's it.
She saw the gourd-shaped window with gorgeous hollow wood carvings on the top and square bottom, so she walked over and opened it.
After pulling it open, I saw that it was blank.
"It shouldn't be like this" she muttered to herself, closing her eyes and then opening them again. . .
In front of me was an imaginary night in Baghdad.
A crescent moon hung in the starry night sky, reflecting the layered Islamic pointed domes, which was mysterious and beautiful.
It's so beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than in reality.
She slowly sat on the window sill, leaning against the window sill, looking sideways at the beautiful Arabian Night.
The loneliness in her heart and the fear of the future gradually replaced the sorrow of missing her family.
She thought of something, put her hand through her collar, and slowly took out the feather that was close to her chest.
He pinched the palm-long black and shiny feathers and looked at them carefully.
I have never seen what this black-winged angel looks like.
Will he be like that Satan Mammon, with an evil smile on his face?
This feather is so beautiful, a bit like a swan and a goose. . .
"I am neither a swan nor a goose."
A magnetic and slightly deep voice suddenly sounded not far away.
Cheng Qianxun was startled.
Fortunately, his nerves had become much stronger after his rebirth, otherwise he might have been so frightened that he accidentally fell down from the window sill.
The tall figure of the black-winged angel appeared in the moonlight, his huge wings still shrunk and trailing behind him, and his face wearing a robe and hat was still dark, and that darkness was facing Cheng Qianxun
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