There is a state-run hotel about 200 meters away from the hospital.
The hotel is three stories high, and there is a service desk at the door. There will be nothing going on. The two waiters are sitting at the counter chatting and eating melon seeds, which is very comfortable.
"There are many stories in this small town, full of joy and joy..."
"If you come to the small town and gain a lot..."
There was also a magazine on the counter, and Yao Jingping noticed that the cover of the magazine was none other than the popular singer Teresa Teng.
At that time, Teresa Teng was in her prime, young and beautiful, and her singing voice was sweet. Young people in the streets loved to sing her songs.
It's just that the voice of the waitress singing while shaking her head and staring at the lyrics is like the bottom of a pot that has been pulled by stones. Not only is it devoid of beauty, it is simply harmful to the ears.
Even Zhou Zhiyuan couldn't help but frown.
After all, Yao Jingping was humming this song all the way here, comparing the two and making judgments.
Yao Jingping suppressed a smile and puffed out her cheeks, looking down at the cement floor. She wanted to see how the straight man struck up a conversation with the young girl.
"Comrade, get a room!"
He stretched out his slender fingers and tapped the glass-topped counter, saying hello inside.
The waiter reluctantly raised his head, glanced at Zhou Zhiyuan and then at Yao Jingping, who was lowering his head, and immediately stood up with a vigilant look on his face.
"Staying in a hotel with her? Who is she to you?"
"Yes, my partner."
"The target? Do you have a letter of introduction? Bring me your ID card."
The two waiters stood at the counter and muttered while looking at the documents, and from time to time they raised their eyes to look at the two people.
Even though the voice was kept as low as possible, one could still clearly hear what the two people were talking about.
"Do you think she is his partner?"
"No, the woman looks young and good-looking! Besides, the man looks old and dark. My wife is only eighteen years old, and he is already twenty-five..."
Yao Jingping couldn't help but look up at her "old and dark" man.
Working in the mountains all year round, it’s strange that I don’t get tan due to the wind and sun.
He is seven years older than her, so he is a bit old.
As old as you are, old men are stable, sensible and know how to care for others, which is something young people like them cannot envy.
"I am not old. This is my ID card. This is her ID card. This is the certificate issued by the village party secretary."
Zhou Zhiyuan began to explain seriously again.
"They are really a couple..."
"Young people don't understand how good uncles are, and they mistake young people for treasures."
Yao Jingping was smiling and talking, but it shocked the old and the young.
Zhou Zhiyuan's ears turned red quickly, and he didn't know where to look with his eyes.
Is this something that can be said in front of outsiders?
Besides, he was seven years older than her, so how could he become an inferior uncle?
Does she dislike him for being old?
"Giggle... This little girl is really interesting... You can stay in the room in the corridor on the third floor. It has a large double bed, room 312. It's quieter there, no one will disturb you, and it's close to the bathroom."
"There is free hot water supply downstairs. Hey, you are still a veteran. You can get a 30% discount for staying in the hotel with your veteran's certificate. The original price is two yuan for the night. I will charge you one yuan and forty. This is a dime for you. Please keep it..."
After changing their muttering behavior, the two waiters who saw the discharge certificate looked at Zhou Zhiyuan with extremely respectful eyes.
The attitude of the two waiters suddenly became enthusiastic.
Yao Jingping smiled and said thank you, but did not leave immediately.
"This is what "Small Town Story" sings. There are many stories in the small town, full of joy and joy..."
"Sister-in-law, your singing is so beautiful! Look, look, my sister-in-law looks very similar to Teresa Teng. She has big eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows and a high nose. Sister-in-law, please sign your name for me..."
Seeing the waiter hurriedly stuffing pen and paper in front of him, Yao Jingran couldn't laugh or cry.
I just want to show off my singing voice, but why are they still worshiping me as a star?
Not only was she treated as someone who was obviously admired, but the title she was given was directly upgraded from a little girl to a sister-in-law?
"Sister-in-law, you go up and have a rest, I will bring you two pots of hot water in a minute!"
"Sister-in-law, come over and sing again tomorrow when you are free..."
Yao Jingping smiled sweetly and nodded repeatedly, saying not to rush to deliver water. She would go out in a while and it would not be too late to get water when she came back.
"Sister-in-law, I will leave two bottles of hot water for my sister-in-law. If you come back late, just wash up! Otherwise, if you come back late, there will be no hot water for you!"
The waiter greeted me warmly.
I didn’t expect that my singing voice could bring me convenience!
Room 312 is located at the end of the corridor. The room is only about ten square meters. There is a one-and-a-half-meter double bed, a desk and a simple wardrobe beside the bed, and no other items.
Although it is simple, it is clean and tidy, and it is much more spacious than the residence in Zhoujiatuan Village.
Put the things and luggage you brought in the cabinet and put them away, and the two of you went out one after the other.
"Sister-in-law, go out..."
"Well, let's go out to eat..."
From a distance, I saw Zhou Zhiyuan and Yao Jingping coming downstairs, and the two waiters greeted them warmly.
"When you come back and ring the doorbell, someone will open the door..."
Yao Jingping politely responded with a thank you, and walked out one after another with Zhou Zhiyuan.
"I always feel like she looks very familiar, like I've seen her before somewhere."
"Didn't you just say that she looks like Teresa Teng? You read Teresa Teng's pictorials every day, don't you think she looks familiar?"
"I don't mean that, I mean I really seem to have seen her somewhere..."
Yao Jingping heard everything in his ears and couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Zhou Zhiyuan, Zhou Zhiyuan, do you also think I look like a celebrity?"
She jogged a few steps and ran in front of Zhou Zhiyuan, grabbed Zhou Zhiyuan's arm and stared at him with crooked eyebrows.
Zhou Zhiyuan shook his head.
"You mean I'm not good-looking?"
She deliberately pretended to be angry, her little mouth pouting.
"No, no, I don't know Teresa Teng. You don't need to compare yourself to others if you are pretty..."
Yao Jingping felt a pain in his head.
Sometimes I feel that he is really powerful. He can subdue a frightened horse in a few clicks, and can train a black wolf to have a human IQ.
But sometimes, it feels like he really is an old man, like an old fossil with two legs...
"Do you still want to eat dumplings?"
"Old Fossil" suddenly spoke.
Yao Jingping tilted his head and looked up into his eyes.
She was standing in front of him, and it was difficult for him to go around her. It felt very awkward to be stared at by her like this, and his heart was beating wildly.
He swallowed and could only tilt his head to look at the low holly on the roadside.
"Is Holly as good-looking as me?"
The holly, which was weighed down by the heavy snow, stood there weakly. It never dreamed that one day it would compete with others in beauty.
Yao Jingping liked to see the old man's helpless and embarrassed look, so he deliberately pouted his lips and asked.
"You look good...do you want buns or dumplings?"
He answered honestly, but this answer was a bit speechless.
Yao Jingping snorted and turned around and walked forward.
