Beautiful landlord who loves to talk

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These are two parallel lines.

However, it is strange that she actually has a faint expectation.

Now that she has decided to retire here, she is not in a hurry to visit around.After hearing about the origin of Gulàng Island on the boat, on a whim, she found a bed and breakfast near the seaside and stayed first. At night, she lay on the bed and listened carefully to the sound of the sea làng beating against the rocks.

Unexpectedly, there was no sound like a drum at all. Sure enough, the origin was as beautiful as the legend.

However, unexpectedly, accompanied by the sound of the sea làng, she fell asleep early.

The morning on Gulàng Island came very early. The sun set off from the sea level ahead of time and cast the sun on the island in the middle of the sea.

Memorial drank a bowl of hot tofu flower at the breakfast shop not far from the inn, and ate two more steamed buns, biting down, the hot soup poured out from the snow-white skin, scalding She stuck out her tongue hastily.

"Eat carefully, why are you in such a hurry." Sasha, the proprietress of the inn, raised her eyebrows and looked at her. She had put on her delicate makeup early on, and was now drinking porridge carefully to maintain her makeup.

Commemorative Xiaoxiao, these days she already knew that the 30-year-old mature lady boss in front of her was a knife-mouthed bean curd heart.

He always disliked her for being lazy and unkempt, but when she was planning to buy a bicycle, he was afraid that she would be cheated, so he introduced her to a dealership of an acquaintance.Even when she first arrived on this island, she was worried that she would play too late alone, and told her to come back early.

Although these seemed insignificant, they warmed her cold heart.

At least not even her mother, Ms. Lin, showed such kindness until she was 17 years old.

"What's your plan today? Is it better to go around the island by bicycle or go to the beach to bask in the sun and listen to làng calls?"

Sasha didn't understand what this woman had been doing these past few days at all.She has seen a lot of tourists, they are all looking at the scenery, eating snacks and taking pictures.But this woman just likes to ride a bicycle around the island road over and over again, or just stand by the beach and watch the sea for a day, and come back and say to her excitedly:

"I finally hear the drums!"

The faint joy on her face made Sasha understandably incompetent, but the brilliance that finally appeared in her eyes made her words stay on her lips for a while.

In fact, she wanted to say that listening to làng sound is better than listening to làng~.

Memorial covered her mouth with a tissue and shook her head: "I'm going to see the house today."

"Really?" Sasha thought she was joking.

"Of course."

Sasha snorted, "You have the same temperament as a guy I know, and you came here to settle down when you have nothing to do."

Memorial has heard such words on the cruise ship, and knows that they are used to seeing people who can't bear it and run away.

"What about you? Why do you want to live here?"

Most of the people living here are locals. Sasha, a mature woman in her early thirties, has already made a living on this island, and she always smiles when she sees everyone.However, her accent is not the accent of the locals, it is obviously the plastic of Changsha.

Shasha glanced at her, raised Lan Hua's finger to take a sip of porridge, and said domineeringly, "None of your business."

Memorial is not angry, in fact, she also feels that she is troublesome.Everyone has a story, not everyone tells it.

There are more than a dozen people in the prison, and everyone can tell the story of the previous day when they come out. Sometimes, because the memory seems to be the quietest, everyone likes to pull her to tell about the past and difficulties.

But she didn't like to hear it.

Not every story is worthy of being listened to and moved, and that is also valuable.

After breakfast, Memorial rinsed his burnt mouth with ice water. After feeling better, he was ready to ride his bicycle on the road again.

"After looking at the house, talk about the price anyway, or let me have a look before making a decision, you know? Don't be tricked by others again."

"understood."

The author has something to say: Ji Zijin is two years younger than Memorial

Possibly poorly written...

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Chapter 3

Memorial first rode a bicycle around the island, and she had memorized these roads by heart in the past few days.She likes to ride a bicycle, stepping on it constantly, the sea breeze blows, even in the sun, it doesn't matter, the heat breeze kisses her face hot, she has not used sunscreen these days, and her skin is faintly red .

But she didn't care, she still rode her bike through the street, paying attention to the buildings on the street.

In fact, during the past few days of cycling around the island, she not only looked at the làng, but also noticed the buildings she liked.

Riding a bicycle, proceeding according to the route in memory, passing through the central park, crossing the road under the shade of the plane trees, turning a corner, and arriving outside a blue brick wall.A few tall sweet-scented osmanthus trees were planted inside the wall, which were still full of green leaves at this time, and their branches would surely be full of flowers in August.

This is a retro two-story western-style building with its own small garden, in the style of Shanghai Xiaoxiang in the 50s and [-]s.

She took a fancy to this place at a glance, it gave her a good feeling, and it just so happened that it was still rented out.

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