Countdown to Poverty Eradication

Huo Linfeng took the gold card and walked into flame's exclusive VIP channel.

Although Di Ye was no longer the welcome guest in the flame, Huo Linfeng still wanted to take a look at the place where he used to work.

He came here alone, and he didn't call for friends. He was a bit out of place with the guests who came here in groups of three or four.

After the box was opened, the beautiful female teller standing aside asked politely, "Do you have a designated male welcome?"

Huo Linfeng shook his head.

Flame's male welcome is a big gimmick here. If the guest has a designated male welcome, the male welcome will contract the one-stop service of serving tea, pouring water, and delivering hangover medicine in the box, and will serve you at the right time. The guests hand over hot towels, and after the guests drink too much, they will book a driver for the customer, commonly known as the guest's old lady.

The male receptionist standing on the side led the way for him. Flame's salary was several times higher than that of the same industry, which made the male receptionists here far more qualified than others. If you just take out one and package it, you can become a movie star in the entertainment industry.

Huo Linfeng followed the male welcome all the way to the box on the fourth floor in the elevator.

When the male receptionist opened champagne for him, Huo Linfeng asked with some melancholy: "Is there a male receptionist named Di Ye here before?"

The male welcome put the overheated towel with a bamboo clip and put it in Huo Linfeng's hand. Hearing this, he immediately smiled: "Yes, Mr. Huo, Di Ye is very famous here."

Huo Linfeng took a sip of champagne and said to the male welcome: "Sit down and tell me something about him."

It's not surprising that the male welcomes are not surprising. Di Ye used to be their industry model in the hospitality industry. He would go to Xu Fei to ask for Di Ye's contact information.

He sat upright on the sofa opposite Huo Linfeng, with a just right smile on his face: "Okay sir, what do you want to hear? I really want to think about where to start."

Huo Linfeng said wearily, "You can say anything."

The male receptionist thought for a while, and decided to start with Di Ye's widely circulated lace news. He said slowly with a standard smile: "A receptionist with a lot of customers like Di Ye will have his own box with a fixed number. At that time, he had just been here for a month, and half of the ten guests who came here wanted to order his box. At that time, his date had to be reserved for a month later, and it was very difficult to meet him. One night, two female guests because of There was a lot of fighting in the lobby on the appointment date, and it was only when Di Ye rushed down in the elevator in his busy schedule that the fight subsided."

The male welcome guest cleared his throat: "At that time, it was not easy to meet him once. Later, when the guests heard about it, some difficult people fought in the living room. After Di Ye fought twice, the supervisor never again Let him take care of these things."

Huo Linfeng leaned on the sofa and listened quietly, a faint smile gradually appeared on his tired face.

The male welcome guest was a bit thirsty, but seeing the guest listening seriously, he had no choice but to continue: "It's very difficult for us to welcome guests, because we have to wait outside the box all the time, so we rarely drink water when we work, and we still have to wait. To stand for a day."

Speaking of this, the handsome male welcome smiled: "But Di Ye's box is different. He seldom stands outside the box. He is always invited to sit in the box by the guests. From time to time, some guests greet him with greetings. Once I was called by a customer to deliver wontons to his private room. I wondered how the guests would eat wontons. As soon as I entered, I realized that Di Ye casually said that he didn’t have breakfast and wanted to eat wontons; When I met him, I also became very talkative, and sometimes when I tipped, I took out a check and asked him to write numbers on it."

Huo Linfeng took a puff of cigarette slowly, and said sadly: "It seems...he's doing well."

The male welcome shook his head, with a little sympathy on his face: "It's not very good, it will be a little troublesome every three or five."

Huo Linfeng shook his soot and raised his head.

The male welcome guest sighed: "Blue face is a disaster, after working here for a long time, it is inevitable that he will meet people who think about him. Some people want to be hard when they are soft, and they start to go to extremes after it doesn't work. One serious time, he was almost splashed with sulfuric acid, but the other welcome guests waved their clothes to block it, and the suit was carbonized at that time."

Huo Linfeng stubbed out the cigarette butt, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

The male welcome wanted to say more, but suddenly there was a colic in his abdomen, his face changed, and he said very apologetically: "Sorry sir, I need to go to the bathroom."

Huo Linfeng nodded.

The male welcome went out clutching his stomach, and as soon as he walked out, he saw Liang Xu passing by, he was overjoyed, and after pulling Liang Xu away, he said: "If you're okay, please help me look at this box, I seem to have a stomachache. "

Liang Xu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile, "Okay, I happen to be fine."

The male welcoming guest thanked him a thousand times and rushed into the bathroom clutching his stomach.

Liang Xu took a deep breath, with a smile that had been practiced countless times on his face, he pushed open the soundproof door of the box with slightly trembling hands and walked in.

The box door was pushed open again, and Huo Linfeng, who was in deep thought, looked up, his pupils constricted instantly, and the word 'Di' almost blurted out.

However, after only a second or two, Huo Linfeng realized that the welcome guest in front of him was not Di Ye.

Di Ye is 1.8 meters tall. The male welcome is a bit shorter than Di Ye. Although his appearance is very similar to Di Ye, he does not have the kind of stunning feeling that makes people unable to take his eyes off.

That second of surprise was followed by a huge disappointment.

If it's Di Ye...

Huo Linfeng laughed at himself, even if Di Ye really came, what would happen, he just ignored his gaze.

Liang Xu picked up the hot towel and handed it over, and placed the hangover medicine and sweet tea in the tray on the glass round table. His fingers trembled slightly with excitement, and the smile on his face became more enthusiastic and charming.

Although the two faces are very similar, they give people a completely different feeling. Huo Linfeng has seen such a smile too much.

He couldn't help thinking of Di Ye again, when they were still quite young.

He always likes to walk into the old library with mottled and peeling walls with the campus card of University H, always looking for the big boy hiding behind a certain bookshelf.

The big boy would occasionally sleep on his stomach next to the window on the second floor of the library. The table was an old red long wooden table. His face was buried in the crooked arms, only his long eyelashes and a mask were exposed. On the top of the hair with layers of halos, the sun shines on his body through the layers of branches and leaves. He sleeps in the shadow of the tree, beautiful like a fairy tale that can't bear to finish reading.

A thin layer of mist formed in Huo Linfeng's eyes, but it was only for a short moment, and the mist quickly faded away.

He picked up a hot towel and wiped his hands. Liang Xu stood aside with downcast eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, my colleague is going to the bathroom, so I'm here to replace it temporarily."

Liang Xu's voice is also very nice, with the deep and mature men's habit, because his face is too similar to Di Ye, Huo Linfeng couldn't help but began to recall Di Ye's voice.

It is as rich and full as the timbre of a cello, and casual words are like pouring out deep and complicated feelings to you.

When the big boy was sleeping soundly, he would always sit quietly opposite him with a book, gently spread the book out, the shadow of the tree trembled on the old pages, and his slightly trembling eyelashes were like a pair of hands. The feather fan rests on the tip of his heart.

When he opened his eyes and saw him sitting across from him, he would blink his half-opened eyes and say in a friendly and amazed way: "Ah!"

"It's you again?"

"Um"

"Students from our school?"

"Um"

“Why not go to the new museum”

"Um......"

“Few people come to the old museum”

"Oh....."

That person always stays in the most inconspicuous corner of the old library day after day, sometimes sleeping on the long red wooden table, sometimes staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze, and sometimes stretching out his hand Poking the creeper leaves on the wall, and sometimes wandering in front of the window for a long time suddenly.

Huo Linfeng's heart seemed to be burning with fire, he smiled slightly in his heart, and then sighed softly, he threw away the hot towel in his hand, and straightened the sunstone collar pin on his collar.

The person he loves is always unique, because it is destined to be the only one in fate, so it is irreplaceable, let alone let go.

Huo Linfeng walked straight out of the flame's box, Liang Xu walked in front of him to guide him, until Huo Linfeng got on the Bentley, the black car shadow gradually faded away in the traffic, Liang Xu never caught his eyes.

The boiling blood gradually cooled down, Liang Xu looked at the distant figure of the car, raised his stiff fingers and lightly touched his cheek.

Is it because it doesn't look like enough?

Liang Xu felt that his body became sluggish and heavy, and he walked slowly back to the lounge with heavy steps, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling above his head.

The good luck is that the snow-white weather came. There was a lot of snow everywhere in Yancheng, and everything that came into view was a vast expanse of whiteness.

The only savings left after the corneal transplant operation were depleted. The narrow and dilapidated rental house was as cold as a freezer. He walked out of the house shivering and finished emptying the garbage. Suddenly, a beautiful car drove by in the distance.

The car stopped in front of him, and the black windows slowly lowered, revealing a pale and handsome young face.

He had only seen this proud man on the cover of business weekly magazines, never thought that he would come to him from the distant cover of weekly magazines.

That was the beginning of all good luck. Surprised, suspicious, confused, uneasy, he stepped on the luxury car that he could never afford with his snow-stained feet, and the dirty snow mixed with mud in the shallow coffee An embarrassing mark was left on the colored car carpet.

He sat in the back seat of the Bentley, carefully watched the Rolls-Royce driving in front through the car window, and imagined the calm and indifferent attitude of the man like ice and snow. He lived in the villa he lived in, and lived a life he never expected to live.

On a sweltering summer night, at a star-studded dinner party, the eyes of another proud man lingered on him for a long time through the well-dressed crowd.