Monsoon and I stayed there.

The Blue Sky Hotel has 4 floors in total.

We are on the 4th floor, and Meng Xiaoshuai and the others are on the 4th floor!

I don't know whether it's true.

We opened two rooms, but I was worried that Ji Feng was afraid and stayed in her room. We sat on the sofa and chatted.

Monsoon said: "Thinking about what happened in Lop Nur is like dreaming..."

I said, "Correction of you, we are still in Lop Nur."

Monsoon said: "It's a reward for you, you can write stories as material."

I said, "I don't want this, I'd rather not write those broken stories."

Monsoon said: "Why don't you want it?"

I said, "After experiencing so many unexplainable things, I feel that humans have become small... Do you want the world to be like this?"

Monsoon said: "Of course I don't want it. I think it's still the same way. I found you in Lop Nur, we successfully came out, and then I continue to manage you and live a solid life."

I said, "What?"

Monsoon said: "Then? Oh, I hope life will pass slowly, and one day, I meet a man as reliable as you, marry him, and work with you for the rest of my life."

I said, "What does it mean to be reliable...?"

"Many aspects, such as your talent, your strength, your sense of responsibility, your kindness," said Monsoon.

I said, "Then you just marry me."

Ji Feng said: "Zhou, old, big! You're messing around again!"

I said, "I'm not doing anything nonsense."

Monsoon said: "I won't marry you."

I said, "Why did the wind turn at once?"

Ji Feng thought for a while before saying, "Boss Zhou, to be honest, you are only suitable for being an idol."

I said, "Be more specific."

Monsoon said, "I said you don't get angry."

I said, "I'm already very angry."

Monsoon said: "Then let's end this conversation."

I said, "You have to say."

Ji Feng said: "I am too familiar with you. I think that in all interpersonal relationships, you are not suitable for being a husband, a lover, a leader, a subordinate, or a friend... Your personality and temperament are only suitable for being an idol."

I didn't say anything for a long time.

If you think about monsoon seriously, it is quite correct.

I am ambitious every day and fly forward wholeheartedly. I am not a family-type man, so I am not suitable to be a husband; I love women, but not a specific woman, so I am not suitable to be a lover; I treat anyone as a brother and sister, eat, drink and have no majesty, so I am not suitable to be a leader; I am wild and unruly, and I have to overturn anything above my head, so I am not suitable to be a subordinate; I work behind closed doors, cut off contact with the outside world, and never maintain a network of relationships, so I am not suitable to be friends...

Idols are destined to be lonely.

Monsoon said: "You are only suitable for being loved from afar."

I said, "Okay, it's time to end this conversation."

We really ended the conversation, each holding our cell phones and surfing the Internet using the hotel's WiFi. This was the only way for us to get in touch with the outside world.

Ji Feng said: "Did you find that Wucheng has different internet speeds."

I said, "Yeah, soon."

"It's a bit surprisingly fast..."

Yes, no matter what web page, it opens at a glance.

I said, "Is there anything wrong with it?"

Monsoon put down his cell phone and said, "Have you ever looked at the walls of the hotel carefully?"

I said, "Which hotel?"

Monsoon said: "It's all the same."

I said, "What's wrong?"

Ji Feng said: "I'm not sure if I'm too sensitive. I won't talk about it for now, you can see it yourself."

I thought her words were strange, so I stood up and walked to the wall to look.

The wall is white.

No matter how clean it is, if you look closely, it will not be without any stains. However, I looked up and down for a long time and the wall in front of me was snow-white and had no marks.

I said, "Is it a new one?"

"The same is true for Qianjinqiao Hotel," said Monsoon.

I said, "What do you want to say?"

Monsoon said, "Look at the glass again."

I walked to the window and looked out. The windows were bright and clean, and the glass was also marked without any marks, as if it did not exist.

I said, "It's very clean. What's wrong? I still don't understand what you mean."

Monsoon said: "Have you paid attention to the flowers and plants outside?"

I said, "Only girls pay attention to those things."

Monsoon said: "They are… too bright, like fake ones. And, I've smelled them, they don't smell anything."

Her words finally made me uncomfortable.

Monsoon said again: "Look at the sky outside again."

I saw through the window that the sky was so blue, just like the sky in Yilong Town, my childhood. I finally felt the unique feeling of the monsoon! There is a word called "cloudless", but in fact, there is no cloud in the sky, and the sky in Wucheng is indeed not a trace of clouds, it is as blue as it was painted.

Zhang Hui couldn't find a fake certificate, and he was unwilling to accept it.

He mingled with Meng Xiaoshuai and the others, lived in the Lantian Hotel, and after leaving Wucheng, everyone parted ways, and he was in trouble.

Those who apply for fake certificates should be in remote places.

Zhang Hui walked into an alley, and the road was covered with gravels and was very clean. After walking for a long time, he only saw an old man, who was a minority, wearing a brown ridgeless hat, white robe and cloth shoes. The old man had a long gray beard and had a very strong body. When he passed by Zhang Hui, he smiled friendlyly at Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui walked out of the alley, crossed the street, and walked into another alley.

Several children were playing. Since they met Nur deep in Lop Nur, Zhang Hui was a little wary of the children. The children ignored him at all, pushed and shoved each other, and had a good time.

When Zhang Hui walked into the third alley, he saw two young boys, about the early 20s, leaning against the wall and talking about something.

Zhang Hui walked over and said, "Handsome guys, I want to inquire about something."

One of the boys said, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Hui looked around and said, "Where is a certificate issued in Wucheng?"

The boy said, "What certificate?"

Chapter replied: "Identity card."

The boy said, "Public Security Bureau."

Chapter replied: "I didn't mean that, I mean, where...there are people who get fake certificates."

The boy said, "What does fake certificate mean?"

Chapter replied: "It's a fake ID card."

The two boys looked at each other, one suddenly laughed, and the other laughed.

Chapter replied: "What's wrong?"

The boy who had been talking to Zhang Hui said, "You are looking for something in Wucheng, are there any fake things?"

Zhang Hui didn't dare to stay for a long time and said, "Thank you..."

Then he hurriedly left.

The boy's last sentence stimulated him - Wu Cheng has nothing fake?

pull!

No fake milk powder? No fake eggs? No fake medicine? No fake milk? No fake relationship? ... So, are there any wigs?

Zhang Hui decided not to find a fake certificate anymore, so he wanted to buy a wig. He didn't know if his wanted order had been sent to Wucheng. If he was caught by the police on the street, it would be unlucky.

As a result, he found several shopping malls, and people told him: No.

It's strange.

When he left the last mall, he asked the salesperson a little prank: "Does Wu Cheng sell dentures?"
To be continued...