This man’s name is Cao Ran,

is a cultural scholar,

Currently, he serves as a professor in the Department of Drama at the Chun Duang Provincial Theater Academy.

This woman's name is Xing Yue, and she is a TV drama screenwriter.

The love between two people can be said to be the union of typical literary young people.

Although their jobs are completely unrelated to the hotel industry,

But for the consideration of a hotel,

In addition to basic settings, hardware facilities and decoration,

The comfort, cultural atmosphere, service and sense of residence of the hotel itself are also extremely important.

If hardware evaluation is the first level of hotel assessment.

Then they are the second, more stringent level!

…

Open the guest room door,

Walk through the entrance hall.

Cao Ran was deeply attracted by the desk next to the floor-to-ceiling window at first sight!

It was just when the sun was about to set,

The sky is a gradient of pink-blue,

Golden light spreads into the room through the white gauze curtains and falls on the light wood desk.

Quiet and beautiful.

There is an inexplicable sense of loneliness and the passage of time.

Cao Ran stared blankly at the beauty in front of him,

There seemed to be some kind of emotion growing in his eyes.

He put down the box in his hand,

Slowly walked to the desk,

His fingers gently pressed the switch of the small desk lamp.

Just listen to a "pop" sound,

A small beam of soft light emits from the beautiful lamp wall of the small table lamp, spreading evenly on the table.

The lights complement the sunlight outside the window,

The small desk is bright and quiet.

Cao Ran stretched out his hand and waved it under the light beam in the air,

Transparent light poured out from between the fingers, casting different shadow shapes on the table.

looking at looking at,

Suddenly he slapped his thigh suddenly!

"I'm inspired!"

"I finally know how to write my paragraph!"

Cao Ran seemed to have seen Candy's child. He turned around and ran to Xing Yue's side.

Without saying anything, he picked up Xing Yue's face and kissed her hard.

In Xingyue's confused face,

Cao Ran kicked him hard,

He put his suitcase flat on the ground, took out his laptop, and rushed to the table.

Facing the sea, his hands began to play briskly on the keyboard.

at this moment,

The flowing thoughts and inspirations flow out continuously along with the emotions deep in the heart.

The sound of the keyboard is like a girl beating to the beat of the drums, full of freshness and agility.

All the confusion and stagnation before have been relaxed and dispersed,

Some just have an endless desire to talk.

towards the sea,

towards the sky,

Express yourself to your heart's content.

…

"I usually have to sit in front of the computer for three to four hours to write 2,000 words,"

"For someone who can't write anything until the day before the manuscript is due, how come you are in good shape so quickly today!?"

Looking at her husband who was excited about creating, Xingyue felt a little confused.

"But the decoration in this room is really nice,"

“I feel good as soon as I come in.”

But when I looked down at the two heavy suitcases,

Xingyue sighed helplessly.

well!

It seems that it is impossible to let this ancestor do some work and pack his suitcase.

You can only do it yourself if you are diligent!

…

Just when Xingyue was bending down to pack his suitcase in the room,

Langai Hotel.

The doorman and the doorman were standing at the door of the hotel.

Watching the flow of people coming and going in front of the door, they were making bets with each other.

"Do you think the guy with the backpack looks like he's staying in a hotel?"

The doorman asked, pointing to a perm-headed hip-hop young man in front of him who was carrying a large luggage bag.

The chubby doorman waved his hand: "No way, this person comes to the beach to swim at first glance."

Said,

Two pairs of eyes stared directly at the hip-hop young man with permed hair and the backpack in front of him.

Bet on whether the person will go left or right.

I saw the hip-hop young man looking down at his phone, grinning and sending messages while walking.

Just when he reached the intersection between the beach and the hotel entrance,

I saw the hip-hop young man with a perm turned around and walked directly to the door of the hotel.

The doorman, the thin boy, suddenly showed a victorious smile on his face and said proudly:

"It's your pick-up tonight!"

The chubby doorman snorted coldly and was about to retort when he suddenly exclaimed "I'll go", swung his swaying belly and ran forward.

The little thin brother was stunned,

I saw the hip-hop permed young man who just moments ago was holding up his cell phone and walking around with a silly smile, was now falling to the ground in embarrassment.

Maybe I wasn’t very conscious at the moment I fell.

The hip-hop young man with permed hair still looks confused,

The ankle of his left foot is twisted under his leg at an almost right angle.

It seems to be an instinctive reaction,

It seems to be out of deep love for the mobile phone screen,

Even in this miserable situation of falling,

The arm of the hip-hop permed young man is still holding his mobile phone in mid-air, protecting the precious mobile phone from any harm.

"Sir, how do you feel? Can you move?!"

The porter, the fat boy, asked anxiously.
To be continued...