Is the boss fine today?

On the third day, Tan Yue's eyes were almost healed, but there were still a few stubborn spots in his eyes, as if they were stuck to his eyeballs.All in all, it's a restoration of vision.

His cell phone was out of battery, and after searching for a power bank in his luggage for a long time, Tan Yue officially turned on the cell phone, and a flood of WeChat messages and text messages flooded in. He struggled to read some of the text.

Changed the WeChat nickname to "I, Detective 111", Tanyue shut down again.

Lao Xing knocked on the door and brought the food to his room, while Tan Yue was rubbing his eyes on the bed.

He asked Tan Yue: "Are your eyes okay?"

"No." Tan Yue shook his head.

"I turned on the generator. By the way, Zhao Zhao is back." Lao Xing said.

Zhao Zhao does laundry on the fourth floor.Tan Yue ate breakfast and went upstairs with a basket of dirty clothes that hadn't been washed yesterday. Lao Xing and Situ were not in the lobby on the first floor.Nevertheless, he did his duty as a blind man, and he pretended to move for 10 minutes just to climb two floors.

The blind man is not a role that everyone has the opportunity to play, and more importantly, he can use this to observe Situ openly.

The laundry room is communal, with several washing machines and dryers on bare frosted tiles.Zhao Zhao sat on the washing machine and smoked. He lost a lot of weight, as if he had been sucked dry by a goblin. He was wearing white clothes and trousers, and his face was pale. His whole body was glued to the new washing machine, as if it was a part of it.When he saw someone coming from the laundry room, he slid off the cover with a slap, and his white feet landed on the ground.

"Tan Yue!" Zhao Zhao spoke angrily, "Do you still remember me?"

"Zhao Zhao?"

"That's right."

"Where have you been?" Tan Yue touched the lid of the washing machine and turned on the faucet, "I haven't seen you for two days."

"Ouch, brother, I narrowly escaped death." Zhao Zhao spat, "This fucking rain..."

"Where are you trapped?"

"On the mountain." He said, "I went to the mountain. I wanted to paint Amira, that's the lake. In the end, let alone painting, I almost died!"

"Why paint a lake?"

"How can there be any reason? Your words are strange. What is your profession?"

"math."

"I have been an art student since I was a child. Tsk, you people really have a different way of thinking from us. Very different." Zhao Zhao suddenly felt a little proud.

Tan Yue dumped the clothes into the washing machine, the basket banged against the partition, and a coat fell to the floor.

Talk about not being able to pick it up.

Zhao Zhao bent down and twisted it with two fingers: "It's gone, here."

Tan Yue flicked the clothes in the air with dull eyes, "Where is it?"

"...What happened to your eyes?"

Zhao Zhao finally found out the problem. He shook his hand and threw the clothes into the water.

Tan Yue stared at the blood on his clothes, watching it melt into muddy water in the whirlpool.

"Blind," he said.

"Ah, why?"

"They say it's because of the living god."

"Hehe! The living god kissed your eyes." Zhao Zhao respectfully said, "Sometimes there is no one like you in several years, you are really lucky."

"You also know this evil monster?"

"Shh, be in awe bro. Last time I was here, I saw a girl with the same eyes as you, who couldn't see. But it will be fine in a few days."

"Have you been to Mei Town before?"

"Well, I'm here to draw." Zhao Zhao breathed out the smoke, his tone was very deep, "Do you know how to draw?"

"A little bit." Tan Yue nodded, "You are an artist. I saw a lot of you in college, and the province of A is full of artists."

"Which university do you have?"

"Big A."

"Oh." Zhao Zhao understood, "No wonder, I know several painters and poets who came from University A."

Province A is the place where Huaguo claims to have the largest number of artists. University A condenses some of them. They are sealed in University A like compressed cans. Every year they hold various art exhibitions, gatherings and parties.A chair fell from a dormitory in the East District and hit someone. There was a [-]% chance that it would hit an artist from the Department of Fine Arts and Music.

Tan Yue was reminded of a memory: "A roommate in my dormitory who studies art can not only paint, but also write poems:

'A city is colorful

love

also colorful

But

If you

believe in love

then you are one

big idiot'

I am very impressed. This boring poem and the white butt of the roommate ignited the climax of the graduation party, and everyone was cheering. For a long time, when Tan Yue saw the word "love", he thought of the roommate jumping on the table. Movement and camera clicks.

"Very good poetry." Zhao Zhao said, "Words and paintings are the same, and they have the magic power to make people erect."

Tan Yue agreed with his remarks, but he didn't want to see Zhao Zhao's physical reaction on the spot, but luckily he didn't.

The washing machine started humming, Tan Yue unpacked a pack of laundry detergent and poured it into the splash and vortex.At the same time, he saw Zhao Zhao raised the phone to himself.Click.

Is he taking pictures?

"Ah!" Zhao Zhao put down his phone and looked at the pack of laundry detergent, suddenly annoyed, "I forgot to take the laundry detergent." He patted his head and ran out.

Tan Yue didn't want to look at the washing machine, so he went to the first floor.The lights on the first floor were not turned on, but two tall candles were placed on the cash register.The floor was wet, and from time to time, rainwater leaked in from under the door, endlessly.It was a bit too noisy today, the heavy rain outside hadn't stopped, and it sang with the loud noise of the generator. It is estimated that the generator was placed behind the stairs on the first floor, and the sound was particularly loud.

After Tan Yue sat on the stool for 5 minutes, a figure came down the stairs.

Situ walked very slowly and calmly, his shirt was baggy, his collarbone protruded, and Tan Yue wanted to take a bite.He didn't have any expression on his face, he walked straight past Tan Yue who was staring at him like a torch, and stretched out a hand to grope on the counter, looking for something.Two candles were a short distance from him, burning just to the left of his dangling hair.

The fire was on his hair.Talking about breathing lightly.

Situ's hand dangled back and forth, but he still couldn't find what he wanted. His fingers were moving, and he was about to touch the hot candle.

Tan Yuexin said, this blind man has to wear it on his belt all the time, no wonder Lao Xing is nervous.

He suddenly grabbed Situ's wrist.Situ's fingertips froze in front of the flames.

"What are you looking for? I'll help you."

"...Lighter." Situ showed a surprised expression, "Tan Yue?"

A silver thing was shining in the corner of the counter, Tan Yue picked it up and stuffed it into his hand: "Here."

"your eyes……"

"My eyes are fine."

The more we talked, the more regretful he was exposed before he pretended to be blind to deceive Situ once.

Situ smiled and said, "That's good, thank you."

He had probably just smoked a cigarette, and there was a hint of tobacco when he spoke, dry and warm.

Lao Xing opened the beaded curtain of the back door and barged in, his eyes just resting on the hands they held together.He looked like an old father who was worried that his cabbage would be raped by pigs, his eyes were burning with anger.

"What are you doing?"

"Find a lighter." Situ said.

Lao Xing was carrying a bag of things, he glanced back and forth between the two of them suspiciously, and finally handed the bag to Tan Yue.He said: "The jujube harvested on the mountain."

"Does Mr. Xing know how to grow this?" Tan Yue picked it up, opened the bag, and it really was a bag of dates.

"Your eyes are alright?"

"It just got better all of a sudden."

Lao Xing didn't answer, and stared at him, probably thinking that he was talking nonsense.

"I have to take care of the inn and Mr. Si, as well as the jujube tree. Mr. Xing is very capable." Tan Yue was unmoved and sighed.

Situ smiled: "You are right."

The employees of the entire inn seemed to be only Lao Xing and Situ who didn't care about things. Lao Xing took care of all the big and small things in the inn by himself, and he usually had to plant trees, which was indeed incredible.However, it seemed strange that there were no other people in the inn. The more we talked, I guessed that it was because of the off-season, the business of the inn was not good, and the chef and others were on vacation or changed jobs.

He thought about it for a while, and asked Lao Xing: "Do you recruit people in your store? The front desk, waiters and so on are also fine."

The person who answered him was Situ: "The recruiter."

"I have to think about it." Tan Yue said.

"You're good at picking. It's very busy to be the front desk. There are no customers recently. There will be more after the National Day."

That's because Lao Xing did all your work.Tan Yue laughed at him in his heart.

Situ lit a cigarette and puffed in the darkness, with a hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

In the afternoon, Tan Yue took his camera and umbrella and went out. This was the first time he visited Meizhen seriously.The rain was so heavy that the whole town was woven into a rain curtain, and Tan Yue had difficulty walking in the rain.He only walked to the edge of the berm of the Yaduo River, and the waterwheel on the rushing river was tied with trembling and flickering colorful electric lights, which looked nondescript.

There are not many people on the street, and there is not a car in sight, as if it is really a dead city.The conversation became less interesting, and after half an hour of shopping, I turned back to the inn. On the way, I came across a supermarket that was still open.

He went in and asked the clerk: "Does anyone often go to play in the mountains?"

The clerk said perfunctorily, "Yes."

"That's it," Tan Yue sighed as he couldn't jump into the river, "Give me a bundle of hemp rope."

When he returned to the inn, Lao Xing was still diligently sweeping the water on the first floor, and Situ didn't know where he went.

Tan Yue locked the door and brought out a stool.

The hemp rope is about the thickness of a finger, and it looks really fragile.The more he talked, the more disgusted he was. With the experience of the last time, he twisted the hemp rope into two strands, carefully wrapped it around his neck twice, and tied the other end of the rope to the horizontal curtain pipe.

He kicked off the stool and faced the rainwater outside the window, exhaling a layer of fog on the glass from his nose and mouth.