Anan

Xiao Ding's friend is surnamed Wang, who works as the lobby manager of the Four Seasons Hotel. He is not very enthusiastic, but his attitude is still polite. After meeting with Feng An, he took him directly to the logistics department to sign the contract, and then the He passed it to the supervisor of the PA cleaning department.The cleaning supervisor is fat and kind, an aunt in her 40s.She took Feng An to get his work clothes, and then took him to the staff dormitory to put his luggage.The dormitory is a room for four people. The space is not too big, but there is a separate bathroom, which is considered to be in relatively good condition.By the time it was almost settled down, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Don't rush to work today, get familiar with the environment first." Before leaving, the cleaning supervisor told him: "I'm going to report at the cleaning department at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. Remember to bring paper and pen for the pre-job training class."

Feng An got a very ordinary job as a hotel cleaner, and he gets 4000 yuan a month. However, the job is based on shifts, and helping colleagues or working overtime can be counted as performance. If you work harder, you can get it in a month To more than [-].After digging out the money for Feng Jiaguang, Feng An saved some, and he could save a few hundred yuan every month.Of course, being a cleaner must be harder than being an assistant, but Feng An is very satisfied with his current job, because the colleagues around him are very friendly, and this kind of work that simply sells physical strength will never change, which gives him a sense of security—— At least it's more relaxed than when I was an assistant.

After finishing the training, he was assigned to the periphery of the catering department on the second floor, responsible for cleaning the reception area, corridors, and smoking room.Smoking rooms are equipped on every floor, but only the second floor is special, because the entire floor is full of banquet restaurants and private rooms, and smoking is not prohibited. Guests usually smoke at the dining table, and they don’t I came to the smoking room specially, so this smoking room is somewhat useless.

Because few guests use it, the smoking room on the second floor is cleaner than other floors, and hardly needs any special cleaning.Feng An always likes to clean the smoking room first, as if looking at a clean smoking room, the whole day's work will be easy.

But today when he pushed the cleaning cart into the smoking room, he was surprised to find a guest standing in the room.

He was a tall, straight man in a well-tailored white shirt and navy blue trousers.Standing sideways in front of the window in a casual posture, he rested his elbow on the window sill and held a cigarette between his fingers.

The man's eyes fell outside the window, as if he was in a trance, and he didn't notice Feng An who entered the door.It was the first time Feng An met a customer in the smoking room, and after he parked the cleaning cart by the wall, he inevitably looked at the man a few more times.This man looked to be in his 30s, but he didn't have the old-fashioned appearance of ordinary middle-aged people. He had a flat belly, black hair, and thick black hair. He also had sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes.Feng An quietly looked at the other person, and felt that this man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he didn't have a clue for a while.

He didn't dwell on this issue for too long, because there were countless guests coming and going in the hotel every day, and this man was probably one of them, and he had seen it before, so it was nothing unusual.Taking out the detergent from the hanging basket of the cleaning cart, Feng An sprayed it on the shell of the trash can in the corner, then squatted down and wiped the wall of the can.He has been trained, it is not necessary, and he will never disturb the guests, so the smoking room is very quiet, except for the occasional light sound of two sprays of spray—until a deep and pleasant male voice suddenly sounded behind him: "I am here, I will Does it affect your work?"

Feng An turned around in surprise, and found that the man standing in front of the window had already looked away from the window and was talking to himself.

"It's okay, it doesn't affect you." He quickly replied, "Guests, please do what you want."

The man stared at Feng An for a while, then suddenly said, "Did I meet you somewhere?"

Feng An was stunned.

The man seemed to think for a while, and then said firmly, "We met in Fengxing."

Feng An's mind shuddered: "Are you the guest at the entrance of the studio?"

The man smiled and nodded, then walked over and knocked half a cigarette between his fingers into the ashtray on top of the trash can: "Aren't you a popular artist? Why are you here?"

The man was tall, standing in front of Feng An at such a close distance almost made Feng An feel a little oppressed.He put down the detergent in his hand and stood up, explaining a little awkwardly: "I'm not an artist, just an assistant, and... I've left Fengxing now."

Hearing this, the man didn't have any special reaction.Stretching out a hand, he had a calm attitude, as if he didn't mind whether Feng An was an artist, an assistant, or a small cleaning staff: "My surname is Jiang, Jiang Yu'an."

Almost no guest greets a cleaner specifically, and Feng An has not received corresponding training in the training class.Looking at Jiang Yu'an's outstretched hand, Feng An unconsciously became nervous, a little flattered, but also a little embarrassed, hesitantly wondering whether he should hold it: "My name is Feng An." He smiled embarrassedly , In the end, I still didn't really shake it: "Mr. Jiang, my hands are not very clean now."

Jiang Yu'an didn't care, and took his hand back naturally: "Are you Ji Chunshen's assistant?"

Given Ji Chunshen's current situation, this question seemed a bit sensitive.Ji Chunshen is now "notorious", and it seems that even his identity as a former assistant has become disgraceful. Feng An vaguely replied: "... used to be."

"I've heard a little bit about Ji Chunshen." Jiang Yu'an took a few steps outside, took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke slowly, and looked at him with a smile: "You broke Wu Chengliang's head?"

As soon as this remark came out, Feng An's face immediately changed—he suddenly remembered that Wu Chengliang was the big boss, and Jiang Yu'an was not a small person. They were people of the same class, maybe they were friends who knew each other.Now that I happened to be in the right position, will people ask for my friend Xingshi's crime?

Jiang Yu'an seemed to see what was going on in his mind, and smiled to comfort him: "Don't worry, I have no other intentions——I know Wu Chengliang, and his reputation is not very good. He has an accident, and many people are watching him." It's a joke. Your smashing is a relief for some people."

Only then did Feng An relax a little bit.

Jiang Yu'an also said: "Ji Chunshen is too eager for quick success. If you follow him, you will inevitably be affected by some bad influence. Leaving Fengxing is just a chance for you to start again, and you don't have to..."

He wanted to continue talking, but suddenly a young man in a suit came in from outside, stood at the door and said to Jiang Yu'an, "Mr. Jiang, is it convenient for you now? Director Liao said there is something he wants to talk to you in private."

Jiang Yu'an nodded to him, and put out the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray.

Then he turned to Feng An to say goodbye with a gentle tone: "I still have something to do."

Feng An hurriedly took a step back to get out of the way: "Please go ahead."

Jiang Yu'an is obviously a very self-cultivated person. From the beginning until now, he has always behaved very easy-going, like a sincere elder.But for some reason, Feng An always felt that under the gentle and gentle appearance of the other party, there was a bit of superior indifference—for example, he didn't know Ji Chunshen's experience, so he made a judgment on Ji Chunshen very arbitrarily, This made Feng An feel a little uncomfortable.

It is true that Ji Chunshen did some wrong things, but they are not beyond the point of no cure. What Jiang Yu'an just said just now seems that Ji Chunshen is a cancer that should be isolated from society.

Bending down to pick up the cleaning spray on the floor, Feng An calmed down and continued to clean the smoking room.What kind of person Jiang Yu'an really is doesn't matter to him, after all, the other party is just a guest, and he still has a lot of work to do in a day, so it's really impossible not to hurry up.

Feng An's new life is uneventful, and the only one who can be called ups and downs is probably Feng Jiaguang.Towards the end of the year, Feng An received a call from the People's Hospital of Qiuping Town, asking him to pay his medical and hospitalization expenses.Feng An was baffled, and after careful questioning, he found out the reason—it turned out that Feng Jiaguang was playing cards with others, uttered rude words at the table, got into an argument with others, and finally started to fight, but was kicked and broke a rib.

Feng Jiaguang only had a broken rib. Although he wanted to cry when he was admitted to the hospital, his life was not in danger.Later, when the treatment was coming to an end, he felt that he was fine, so he sneaked out at night.The hospital couldn't find his person, so there was no other way, so they had to contact many parties, and they called Feng An.

Feng An asked for leave and went to Qiuping Town Hospital to pay off the diagnosis and treatment fees.The doctor in the financial department was indignant, saying that if Feng Jiaguang's family members did not show up again, the hospital would sue the court.

Over the years, Feng Jiaguang has left him with countless messes, Feng An has long since become numb, and mechanically and submissively apologized to the doctor.After completing the formalities, he didn't go home, but took a van directly into the city and bought a train ticket back to Shenzhen.

After getting on the train, he called Feng Jiaguang.Feng Jiaguang's side was full of the sound of pushing mahjong. After the connection, he lazily fed and asked, "An'an?"

Looking at the passing scenery outside the car window, Feng An asked him, "Are you hospitalized a few days ago?"

Feng Jiaguang said casually, "Yes, how did you know?"

"The hospital called me...I have already paid the hospitalization fee at the hospital today. Since you are not in good health, you should rest at home and don't go out to play cards recently."

"Hey, what do you know..." Feng Jiaguang was halfway through speaking, and suddenly his voice disappeared. After a while, a clear and crisp sound of knocking cards burst out from the microphone, and then Feng Jiaguang spoke again excitedly: "Since you Now that we are back, let's go out and have a meal together!"

Feng An looked indifferent, and replied in a low voice: "I'm already on the train."

Feng Jiaguang was obviously taken aback for a moment: "Leaving so soon?"

Feng An hummed, and said, "It's almost the end of the year, and the company is busy. I came back from a leave of absence, and I have to go back as soon as possible, otherwise my salary will be deducted."

"Oh..." Feng Jiaguang had a rare hesitation, but in the end he didn't ask any more: "Then go back quickly and work hard."

Feng An hung up the phone, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window in a trance.

Sometimes he hated Feng Jiaguang very much, but sometimes he had nothing to do with Feng Jiaguang.Feng Jiaguang was not a good husband, nor was he a good father. He never cared about the family, and always asked his wife for money. If he couldn't get the money, he would beat his wife and children to vent his anger.When Feng An was young, every time he saw him doing something to his mother and sister, he would hide under the bed and cry in fright—however, Feng Jiaguang seldom did anything to Feng An—for daughters and sons, he prefers sons.

Of course, Feng An knew that Feng Jiaguang's "preference" was only out of patriarchal paternal love, but no matter what, Feng Jiaguang treated him badly, but it wasn't too bad, and he couldn't be ruthless. To hate the other party, you can only stay away from him as much as possible - after all, he is Feng Jiaguang's son, and he has grown into an adult. He has the obligation to support Feng Jiaguang in law, and there is no way to completely separate the relationship.

By the time I got back to the dormitory, it was already the afternoon of the second day.Feng An put down his luggage and took a shower, came out with a steamy body, stepped on slippers and sat on the side of the bed, finally felt relaxed, and let out a long breath.

After sitting and resting for a while, Sun Hao pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Feng An saying hello: "Xiao Feng, are you back from your hometown?"

Sun Hao also lives in this dormitory, but he is not in the same department as Feng An. He is the doorman in the front office. His work is a little harder. There are day shifts and night shifts. It is probably time to change shifts, so he went back alone. Come.

"Yeah, I'll be back when I'm done." Feng An also nodded to him.

Sun Hao stood in the middle of the dormitory and began to take off his uniform, and complained to Feng An with a tired expression: "Oh, I really envy you, you can still ask for leave to go home, we are so busy there. There are so many guests recently, and we can't recruit people temporarily. We now have to add three hours to a shift, and we are exhausted!"

Feng An comforted him: "It will be fine after the New Year, you should rest quickly."

Sun Hao threw the clothes he had taken off on a stool at the head of the bed, and without washing, he just got under the covers: "Xiao Feng, I have money in my coat pocket, please bring me dinner later. I don't want to wake up."

Feng An smiled and said, "Okay, or Braised Pork Rice?"

Sun Hao pulled up the quilt, closed his eyes and hummed.

At around six o'clock in the evening, Feng An changed his clothes and went out to have dinner.The hotel has its own staff canteen, where the meals are free, but like most collective canteens in the world, they lack meat and oil, and the taste is bland, so many people would rather walk an extra street and eat at the snack street next door.Sun Hao's favorite small restaurant is on that street.Feng An finished dinner in the staff cafeteria first, then took a walk to the snack street, and came back with a package of stewed pork rice from that restaurant.

The braised pork with rice sauce in this store is fragrant and full of meat. In fact, Feng An also likes to eat it very much, but he rarely buys it because it costs more than 30 yuan.Before that, he had been saving money and was reluctant to eat, but after today, he paid a sum of medical expenses for Feng Jiaguang, and completely used up his savings. He no longer had any extra spare money to eat a braised pork rice of more than 30 yuan.

When I went back to the dormitory, the other two roommates who were also in the cleaning department had already come back from get off work, while Sun Hao was still sleeping.Feng An put the stewed pork rice on the table, then went to Sun Hao's bedside and pushed him.Sun Hao was probably really too tired. After waking up, he didn't have much energy, and his appetite was uncharacteristically not very good. After eating half a box of braised pork rice, he lay back down again, but this time he didn't sleep, but took Play games on your phone.

Feng An went back to his hometown and saved some dirty clothes to wash, and there was no washing machine in the dormitory. Taking advantage of the fact that the other two colleagues were not taking a shower, he took the time to go to the bathroom with a basin to wash clothes, and ignored him.

After eleven o'clock, when everyone was going to bed, Sun Hao suddenly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, vomiting out all the undigested dinner into the urinal.

When he vomited like this, everyone sat up and asked him if it was all right, no matter whether it was out of sincerity or courtesy, they couldn't sleep anymore.After rinsing his mouth, Sun Hao came out, climbed onto the bed and said in a nasal voice, "It's all right, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach."

At this time, someone said: "Didn't the dinner be clean?"

Feng An bought Sun Hao's dinner. As soon as he said this, Feng An immediately looked at Sun Hao nervously.

Sun Hao waved his hand: "It's nothing to do with dinner, maybe I have a bit of a cold and my stomach is not good."

Now that he said that, the others lay back down again.But Feng An was still a little worried, and asked Sun Hao in a low voice: "Is it really all right? Why don't you take some medicine?"

Sun Hao felt uncomfortable in his stomach, but he raised his hand and touched his forehead, but he didn't feel any heat, so he didn't take it seriously, lay down and replied nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's just a small cold, just sleep and it will be fine."

However, when he really waited until the next morning, he was already dizzy and had a fever.

Everyone has jobs, and Sun Hao didn't want to bother others, so he found medicine and took it by himself, and then called the foreman to ask for leave - originally wanted to ask for two days, but the year was approaching, it was the peak time for dinner parties, the lobby was short of manpower, and the foreman was last He was only allowed one day off.

But people who have a fever and a cold, how can they recover in a day?Sun Hao took antipyretics, and the fever subsided temporarily, but when he was on night shift the next day, he stood at the door of the lobby and blew cold wind for a long time, and when he returned to the dormitory, his temperature rose again, and he also coughed.Another doorman who worked with him in the same class came to visit the doctor and gave him advice, saying that he should find someone to take over two shifts for him, otherwise he would not know when he would recover if he endured so hard.

When he said this, Feng An happened to be returning to the dormitory, and he was not worried about Sun Hao, so he came back to check the situation during his lunch break.Sun Hao's partner had just finished saying this, and found that Feng An was not short, and his appearance was quite handsome, which fully met the qualifications of a doorman, so he asked him: "Little brother, I think you are very handsome. , help the mouse on the night shift for two days?"

Feng An was a little hesitant. His working hours happened to be staggered from the doorman's night shift, so of course he could help with this.However, the management of the hotel is still very strict. He is not from the welcome department and has not received corresponding training. He is afraid that the person in charge of the welcome department will have opinions.

He asked: "I haven't attended the training class, can I also substitute for it?"

Sun Hao coughed twice: "Hey, what kind of training is needed here? Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? Besides, Xiao Zhou will remind you of something, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Zhou was his partner, and he nodded and said, "Don't worry, the weather is so cold now, those little leaders won't stand outside and stare at us all the time."

Sun Hao said again: "Xiao Feng, we are all real people, how about you help me do the night shift for these two days, and the salary will be yours?"

Feng An thought about it carefully, and nodded to him: "Okay."