[One of them: Simple people]
Action could only be considered action after the idea was put into practice … Mr. Gustav soon came to Mr. Dillings' room.
But Mr. Dillings was facing some kind of trouble.
Two doormen were trying on a tuxedo for Mr. Dillings... Mr. Dillings' figure would probably give most tailors in the world a headache.
This was the largest tuxedo that the hotel could provide — The two doormen were trying to tie Mr. Dillings' waist … It was like a tug-of-war.
"Oh … Damn it! I feel like I'm going to be cut into two pieces! This sh * t! It's so annoying! Am I going to become a German sausage? "
Mr. Dillings cursed loudly while suffering … When he saw Mr. Gustav come in, he quickly said, "Mr. Gustav, you're just in time! Come and help me, let me end this disaster as soon as possible! "
Mr. Gustav had no choice but to step forward and help him. It took him quite a bit of effort to get Mr. Dillings to put on the tuxedo. Of course, there was the occasional sound of buttons being pulled.
Mr. Gustav was even worried that the buttons would explode in the next moment.
"Damn it! Damn it! Even if you beat me to death, I will never wear this thing again! Really! I swear on the honor of my dead grandmother! "Mr. Dillings gasped and cursed.
… Usually, such an oath wasn't worth believing.
Mr. Gustav pretended that he didn't hear it, and then quietly made a gesture to let the two doormen wait outside the room … He pretended to ask casually, "Mr. Dillings, are you going to attend the banquet?"
"Of course! Otherwise, why would I wear this suit! "Mr. Dillings was not in a good mood because of the tight clothes.
Mr. Gustav understood and then smiled, "Excuse me, is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Dillings?"
"Oh, let me think …" Mr. Dillings pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I don't think there's anything else. If there's anything else, I can find you, right? I remember the housekeeper is always on call? "
"Yes, Mr. Dillings."
After thinking for a while, Mr. Dillings patted Gustav's shoulder. He didn't raise his hand, so one of Gustav's shoulders slumped a little.
He could only maintain his smile and wait for the customer to speak.
"You've worked hard." Mr. Dillings said. After thinking for a while, he continued, "But you still need to rest when you need to. Don't tire yourself out."
Mr. Gustav opened his mouth, but in the end, he maintained a smile and nodded. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Dillings … Is there anything else you need?"
"Oh … I'm still a little hungry, can you prepare something for me to eat?" Di Linsi rubbed her big belly, which was firmly pierced, "Let that … who, oh, that chef make me something to eat. I don't want to go out now! These damn clothes are so unbearable. "
Mr. Gustav didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still maintained his professional smile. "I'll arrange it for you, sir … If there's nothing else, please allow me to leave first because I still need to serve Lawyer Zieg."
When Mr. Gustav said the name Lawyer Zieg, he seemed casual, but he secretly paid attention to Mr. Dillings' expression.
"Oh, go ahead, I'll do it myself."
But Mr. Dillings didn't know who Lawyer Zieg was … He didn't even care that Gustav said he needed to serve someone else.
Didn't he know that the housekeeper here served the guests of the presidential suite one-on-one?
With this doubt in his mind, Gusiv slowly left the room. Before he closed the door, he took a peek through the crack of the door.
Mr. Dillings opened a small book in his hand and bit a pencil. He was thinking about something … Occasionally, he tapped his head with the pencil, and occasionally scratched his thinning hair.
"Tell me where this gentleman is going as soon as possible, got it?"
Before leaving, Mr. Gustav ordered the doormen outside the door.
But Mr. Dillings did not come out of his room until the dinner began... Mr. Guthoff was told by the bellboy that Mr. Dillings had gone to sleep after he had eaten his fill.
And his snoring was very spectacular.
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[The second one: Gift]
At 7: 30 in the evening, the banquet started.
The banquet was held in the open-air lawn of the hotel park. Not only could one enjoy the night view of the artificial lake, but they could also see the entire Alexa Hotel.
Under the lamplight, the Alec Grand Hotel was like a symmetrical castle built with perfect lines. It was like something that could only be found in fairy tales.
It was said that the original Alexa Hotel wasn't like this. After several renovations, it became what it was today — it was all the work of the mysterious hotel owner.
The theme of tonight's banquet was: Masquerade Ball.
The guests would wear some simple accessories to cover their faces — of course, most of the time, it was difficult to hide one's identity with simple accessories … Most of the time, it was just for the atmosphere.
Ms. Tiffany wore a simple eye mask, as for Ms. Xanthi, she wore a Venetian mask.
It was obvious that Ms. Xanthi was very upset that her friend of many years chose to attend this masquerade ball instead of going to the birthday party with her — she really prepared a lot of young and energetic guys! What a waste!
"Hmm … What happened today? I seem to see a lot of familiar faces." Ms. Tiffany suddenly whispered to her friend's ear.
"Really?" Ms. Xanthi looked around.
Ms. Tiffany pointed at two middle-aged men standing in the dining area not far away, "The two over there, don't they look like George and Goeben?"
"Who?" Ms. Xanthi asked in surprise.
Madam Tiffany shook her head and laughed. "If they know that you have completely forgotten about them, they might cry … Forgotten? They were your pursuers back then. "
Ms. Xanthi tried hard to recall, and finally found two blurry faces in the corner of her memory … She woke up with a start and finally remembered who George and Goeben were.
In Chef Berger's restaurant, there used to be a small stage for performing for customers, and George and Goeben were the musicians in charge of the performance.
Ms. Xanthi said proudly, "Now that I think about it, I was very popular back then … Unfortunately, time is unforgiving. But at that time, all of them were Paher who liked to play the violin … You too. "
Ms. Tiffany glanced at this guy who she didn't know was a bad friend or a good friend.
Ms. Xanthi said at this time, "But now that I think about it, it was really a mistake to be obsessed with Paher … A man who suddenly disappeared in pursuit of his dream is really bad. And look, my god! I really can't imagine what George and Goeben look like now. They were actually quite handsome back then. Hmm … Maybe Paher has become a greasy and fat middle-aged man now! Believe me, dear, when a man gets old, he will never care about his appearance. You can see what my husband looks like now! "
Ms. Tiffany didn't say anything.
Ms. Xanthi was probably the heartless type. She suddenly seemed to have a body that still had some capital at this age. She scratched her head and said, "No, I have to go and say hello to George and Goeben and relive the beautiful days of my youth … Tiffany, you take care of yourself!"
Ms. Tiffany really didn't know how to stop this guy … She shook her head with a bitter smile, and then asked for a glass of red wine from the waiter's plate. She walked slowly in the open-air banquet hall by herself.
She really recognized some old faces that she hadn't seen for a long time … Some of the old staff who used to work in Alexa Hotel.
What was going on today?
Ms. Tiffany didn't go up and greet those people like Ms. Xanthi did. After all, she didn't think she was as thick-skinned as Ms. Xanthi.
And … in fact, she didn't have good relationships with people.
She was old-fashioned, disciplined, and serious … They were all afraid of a boring woman like her. Even her ex-husband chose to leave because of the boredom of life.
She felt that perhaps she had been boring for most of her life.
So she began to change. She didn't always think about work. Occasionally, she would read books, do some beauty treatments, try some sports, and also watch boring but popular movies.
She began to smile more than before, but when she smiled, she still gave people a sense of oppression. Ms. Tiffany felt that she probably couldn't change it.
Her life was still improving, but the number of friends around her didn't increase or decrease.
"Ms. Tiffany, you are really beautiful tonight."
She heard a voice calling out to her. Tiffany slowly turned around and saw an old man with a head full of white hair and a simple eye patch. She even recognized the other party's identity at first glance.
"Lawyer Sieg, it's you?" She couldn't help but be surprised. "Why are you here?"
"I've been looking for you." Lawyer Sieg walked slowly with a smile. "I heard from Gustav that you would also attend the banquet, so I've been looking for you since the beginning."
"Thank you."
Ms. Tiffany smiled slightly. Then, she quickly realized that this banquet might have something to do with Lawyer Zieg. So many old employees had also appeared.
According to her nephew, Gustav, the gentleman who stayed in the presidential suite had the mark of the hotel's owner on him … Did all of this mean that something special was going to happen tonight?
"Ms. Tiffany, happy birthday," Lawyer Sieg suddenly said. Lawyer Zieg suddenly said, then took out a gift box from his pocket, "This is the birthday present I prepared for you, please accept it."
"Thank you." Ms. Tiffany didn't refuse. She accepted it graciously, hugged Lawyer Sieg, and kissed him on the cheek.
Lawyer Sieg joked at this time, "Oh! I think I must be envied now. "
"Lawyer Sieg is as funny as always." Ms. Tiffany smiled, "But you haven't told me why you are here. Don't tell me you specially came to give me a gift?"
She wasn't too surprised that Lawyer Sieg gave her a gift.
Lawyer Sieg basically knew the birthday of every senior employee in the hotel. If time permitted, he would even take time out to celebrate with the employees. It had always been like this in the past.
In Ms. Tiffany's memory, Lawyer Sieg had attended her birthday banquets several times.
Of course … if he was just an ordinary employee, most of the time he would only give a small gift with his signature. He wouldn't appear in person.
It was … a kind of incentive mechanism.
"I just happened to be invited by an old friend." Lawyer Sieg blinked at this time, "Then … enjoy tonight's banquet, Ms. Tiffany. Finally, I wish you a happy birthday. "
"Thank you."
That being said, until now, the host of this banquet still hadn't appeared … but the guests seemed to have arrived.
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[Number 3: Sound]
It should be the most crowded time at dinner time, but the hotel was very quiet at this time … because most of the guests were attending the outdoor banquet outside.
Even most of the chefs in the restaurant were sent out to prepare food for the banquet.
In the corridor, a bloated figure was walking quickly at this moment … Mr. Dillings.
At this moment, his lips were a little pale. He was carrying an old leather suitcase with one hand and grabbing his trousers with the other. He was panting as he walked in the corridor … He overslept. Mr. Dillings couldn't help but sigh. He wanted to take a rest after eating.
There was something very important to do tonight, so he hoped he wouldn't miss the time … Oh, damn Head Chef Berg, why did his food taste so good?
Suddenly being absent-minded … Maybe it was because he didn't exercise, Mr. Dillings suddenly felt a bit difficult to breathe. His heart seemed to make a sad sound like an overloaded old engine.
He felt that his breathing was extremely difficult, and the sudden dizziness even made him lose his balance. At this time, the suitcase in his hand was thrown out.
The suitcase rolled down the stairs of the second floor of the hotel lobby.
Unlike a rubber ball, the suitcase would not be damaged when it finally landed … When the dizziness subsided, Mr. Dillings climbed up and saw that the suitcase rolling down the stairs had been opened.
He was shocked and quickly walked down the stairs while holding onto the handrail.
The violin and the bow in the suitcase were scattered in two places … Mr. Dillings bent down to pick up the bow with difficulty, and then walked to the violin.
However, a beautiful hand had already picked up the violin before he arrived … Mr. Dirim couldn't help but be startled.
"Oh, it's you two!"
Weren't they the couple he met several times today … Mr. Dillings looked at Boss Luo and Miss Maid's clothes, thinking that they were also preparing to attend the banquet outside.
At this moment, the violin was in Luoqiu's hand … After picking it up, Boss Luo stretched out his hand to stroke the back of the violin, and then slowly turned it around, only to see that the bridge was broken … Even two strings were broken, and a corner of the head was broken.
"What a pity." Luoqiu said softly … He held the violin with both hands, giving it to Mr. Dillings.
How could he not see what the violin looked like at this moment?
Mr. Dillings' face instantly turned black as he stood there in a daze … He kept muttering to himself, saying what to do, what to do and so on, as if he would faint at any moment.
In the end, Mr. Dillings took the violin in silence. Then he sighed slowly and smiled bitterly. "I'm such a rash person. I can't do anything right."
He didn't know if he was talking to himself or to someone else … He was probably talking to himself.
"Is this violin very important to you, Mr. Dillings?" Boss Luo suddenly asked.
Mr. Dillings didn't think much and nodded, "It was given to me by a very important friend … I couldn't keep it well."
"If I say that I can fix this violin for you …" Luoqiu looked at Mr. Dillings' eyes and said slowly, "But the price is that you have to give it to me. Will you agree?"
Mr. Dillings was stunned. He looked at the direction the young man was pointing at and found that he was pointing at a notebook with a brown cover on the ground … This was his notebook, which was also in the suitcase. It should have fallen out together with the suitcase.
"You want it?" Mr. Dillings looked at this young oriental man inconceivably and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
"Probably because you like it." Luoqiu said with a smile.
Miss Maid had already picked up the leather case when the master was talking with Mr. Dillings … When she handed the leather case to Mr. Dillings, Miss Maid casually glanced at the mark on the leather case. Then, her eyes slightly moved as if she thought of something.
Mr. Dillings thought for a while and then shook his head with a bitter smile, "Not to mention a notebook, if you can really fix this violin for me, I'll pay you double! Because it's really important to me! But even if you can fix it, it's too late. I can't wait that long … "
"That's not necessarily true." Boss Luo smiled mysteriously and then took the violin from Mr. Dillings, "Please wait for a moment, Mr. Dillings."
While Mr. Dillings was in a daze, Boss Luo walked to a corner of the lobby with the violin, and soon disappeared from Mr. Dillings's sight.
Mr. Dillings had to hold the bow in his hand and stood there stupidly … Only Miss Maid looked at him, as if she was sizing him up.
…
In fact, he didn't go far, but went to the back of the stairs to avoid their sight … Boss Luo picked up the broken violin in his hand.
His palm naturally emitted a faint light. Then, he began to slowly wipe his hand across the head of the zither.
The head, the shaft, and the pillow …
The broken parts began to be repaired little by little, even the broken strings — Boss Luo closed his eyes and finally put the repaired violin to his ear.
His fingers gently plucked the new strings.
— You can use it to realize your dream.
— You will succeed … I'll wait for you here.
…
"It's fixed, Mr. Dillings."
Mr. Dillings took the restored violin with both of his hands in disbelief … and looked at it carefully. He even suspected that Boss Luo specially gave him a new one — But when he thought that Boss Luo only asked for a notebook, he felt that it was really incredible.
No one would go out of their way to buy a new violin just for a notebook, right?
"How did you do it?" Mr. Dillings looked at this amazing oriental young man in amazement.
"It's … a trade secret." Boss Luo blinked, and then Miss Maid handed the notebook to him, "Then, according to the agreement, this notebook belongs to me, Mr. Dillings."
"Oh … Okay." Mr. Dillings nodded subconsciously, "If you like it, take it."
Did he really do him a big favor just like that?
Looking at the two people leaving hand in hand, Mr. Dillings scratched his head and muttered, "Good people?"
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[Number 4: Please dance with me.]
Lady Xanthi walked around and came back … Although her expression couldn't be seen clearly because of the mask, her attitude and words clearly indicated one thing — she had gained a lot.
It was probably the compliments of her young suitors.
"Oh! Darling, are you going to stay here all night and drink wine by yourself? Since when did your life become so boring? "
Ms. Tiffany didn't want to pay attention to this guy. She was tired of standing, so she pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Aunt Tiffany … And, Ms. Sandy."
A familiar figure appeared in front of them. It was Mr. Gustav — he walked slowly and politely greeted the two ladies.
"Gustav, you're still so handsome. How's your work?" Ms. Sandy said casually, "Tonight's banquet was well done."
No matter from the service, the setting, the orchestra that created the atmosphere, the food and drinks, they were all flawless. More importantly, Ms. Sandy also relived the good memories of her youth.
"Thank you for your compliment, Ms. Sandy."
Ms. Tiffany rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Gustav, the anonymous guest who initiated this banquet, hasn't he appeared yet?"
"Not yet." Mr. Gustav also shook his head in confusion, "We can't even contact this guest … He just said that he would appear at the banquet, that's all. If the fee hadn't been paid in advance, I would have thought it was a prank. "
"There are all kinds of weird people these days." Ms. Sandy shrugged and said her opinion.
Ms. Tiffany suddenly asked curiously, "Oh right, that Mr. Dillings you mentioned in the afternoon, have you seen him?"
After all, it was very likely that he was related to the owner of the hotel. As a butler who had been serving the Alec Hotel, Tiffany was more or less curious. Tonight, it was mainly because of this Mr. Dillings that she came here.
Ms. Sandy was very curious about who this Dillings was, but the aunt and nephew obviously didn't care about her curiosity.
Mr. Gustav shook his head, "Not yet."
Ms. Tiffany slowly sighed and said slowly, "It's fine if you don't see him … Gustav, I'm a little tired today. I want to go back early to rest. I'll end my vacation tomorrow and return to work. "
"Aunt Tiffany, is it your first day off today?" Mr. Gustav couldn't help but be startled.
Ms. Tiffany shook her head, "There's nothing to do on vacation … It's more interesting to work. I'm not at the age where I can do nothing. "
Ms. Sandy felt that this sentence really hurt her … If it weren't for the sake of these decades of good friends, she would have ignored it. She simply sat down angrily and complained.
Ms. Tiffany just pretended not to hear it and was about to leave the banquet hall.
The lights suddenly dimmed and Ms. Tiffany stopped her footsteps … The sudden change also made the banquet hall suddenly quiet.
Then the lights began to change. They began to intertwine and finally intertwined at the position where the orchestra was playing.
Under the lights, a bloated figure was struggling to walk on the temporarily built performance stage.
But his figure was too big … This should have been very attractive, if it was a handsome man.
The bloated man's face was wearing a fake beard and a fake big nose, which gave a very funny feeling — even when the man walked to the microphone, one of the buttons of the tight tuxedo finally couldn't support and broke off.
Oh, the banquet hall suddenly burst into continuous laughter.
This might be a special performance for the banquet to make the guests happy … something like a clown.
"Isn't this, Mr. Dillings?" Under the stage, Mr. Gustav, who also saw this scene, couldn't help but open his mouth … He really didn't know why the guest of the presidential suite ran on the stage at this time.
And looking at the way Mr. Dillings was holding the violin at this time, did he want to perform on the stage?
"Why did Mr. Dillings run on the stage, who can tell me?" Mr. Gustav hurriedly pulled a waiter beside him and asked.
"I don't know …"
Mr. Gustav frowned. He subconsciously looked for where Lawyer Sieg was, but he saw that the lawyer was watching the scene on the stage with interest at this time, with a faint smile on his face.
This made Mister Gustav even more confused … However, he didn't have time to think about it because Mister Dillings had already made his move on the stage.
He gently placed the bow on the strings of the zither … as if he was planning to pull the strings.
The guests under the stage were quiet. They were a little bit looking forward to what kind of performance this gentleman, who brought a joke when he appeared, was going to do next.
Ms. Tiffany just silently looked at the violin in Mr. Dillings' hand.
That violin … She could recognize it at first glance — it was obtained from someone else in a very special way.
She even regretted it and suffered … but now, she had almost forgotten it.
— Give it to me, use it to realize your dream.
— You will succeed … I'll wait for you here.
She slowly walked from the crowd to the stage.
Playing … Almost only a few preludes, but people had already recognized what this bloated Mr. Dillings was going to play: canon (d-major).
…
But Mr. Dillings' skill was too bad.
He couldn't even be called a beginner. The intermittent sound of the violin made this performance quite different.
Even the orchestra that was originally invited … and even the conductor seemed to be unable to cooperate well with this gentleman's violin skills at this time.
This was very bad … People began to talk that such a performance was likely to ruin this banquet.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, suddenly several guests wearing masks walked on the stage … No one knew whether they were spontaneous or prepared in advance.
These guests all brought their own different musical instruments, including George and Goeben, who not long ago recalled the memories of their youth for Ms. Xanthi.
Strangely, the orchestra invited by Mr. Gustav couldn't cooperate with Mr. Dillings' clumsy skills, but these guests naturally followed Mr. Dillings' rhythm and slowly played their respective instruments.
Although all the sounds were mixed, they were still intermittent, occasionally stuttering … and even wrong notes.
Mr. Gustav listened and even frowned … if this Mr. Dillings wasn't a guest of the presidential suite, if he didn't feel that he had any connection with the hotel's behind-the-scenes owner … there were too many ifs, so he had to endure it.
However, Ms. Xanthi who was sitting next to him seemed to be fascinated by the performance, and occasionally let out some laughter … She probably remembered some past events.
Suddenly, the crowd began to disperse … as if spontaneously, the guests slowly retreated, forming a half-moon space.
Gustav saw Aunt Tiffany standing in the empty space … She stood there alone, and didn't know when she closed her eyes.
He wanted to call her, but she slowly reached out her hand at this time.
Her right hand stretched forward, as if it was holding someone's palm. Her left hand also lifted up, as if it was falling on someone's shoulder … She seemed to be not alone.
She began to slowly move her body, following the flawed canon played by the impromptu orchestra on the stage.
The moonlight tonight was perfect.
It seemed that someone's figure appeared and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, appearing and disappearing, as if it was there but not there.
"I seem to see Paher?" Ms. Xanthi rubbed her eyes.
When she looked again, she didn't see anything … All she saw was her friend dancing there alone.
Maybe she should stop her, after all, this behavior was too rash … But why should she stop it?
She had never seen Tiffany like this before. She was like a young girl with a dream, wasn't she?
And, no one said anything.
Amidst this clumsy performance and the solo dance, something seemed to flow through everyone's hearts, making everything quiet.
The moonlight also gradually became gentle.
Far away, outside the crowd … On the beach of the artificial lake below the banquet site, Ms. Maid took off her shoes and stepped on the white sand.
Luoqiu was the same.
He was gently holding her waist, dancing a round dance here.
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[Number 5: Happy Birthday]
Tiffany gradually slowed down, and finally did the pose of the end dance … Her eyes were still closed, as if she was immersed in some kind of afterglow.
Mr. Dillings' clumsy performance had also finished.
In fact, he had stopped for a while, about a few minutes.
Finally, Ms. Tiffany slowly opened her eyes … Her eyes were hazy, as if she saw a distant figure, gradually disappearing into the night.
When she closed her eyes, he came with the onset of canon (d-major).
When she opened her eyes, he was gone at the end of canon (d-major).
Only she was still here.
Ms. Tiffany suddenly felt an indescribable relief, she didn't even feel embarrassed for her different behavior. She slowly sighed, and then looked at the bloated man on the stage.
According to Gustav's description, she thought this must be Mr. Dillings … But she still couldn't remember who this Mr. Dillings was — although she had some guesses that this Mr. Dillings was likely to come for her.
As if he had already noticed Ms. Tiffany's gaze.
At this time, Mr. Dillings took some effort to take out a note from his pocket. He looked at the note, walked to the microphone, and softly read:
— I hope you will always be young and happy.
— I hope you can walk out of the haze of life.
— All the love is contained here.
The voice entered everyone's ears and heart.
Ms. Tiffany opened her mouth slightly, she was about to say something, but the surrounding guests suddenly swarmed at this time.
They shouted in unison, "Tiffany! Happy birthday! "
"Happy birthday!"
"Long time no see, do you still remember me? Tiffany, happy birthday! "
"You're still as beautiful as ever! Tiffany! I really regret that I didn't pursue you back then! Happy birthday! "
She was almost drowned in the blessings of the crowd, looking at those who took off their masks, one by one familiar faces … Those were the faces of the old people who used to work here.
Ms. Tiffany was suddenly at a loss.
At this moment, Lawyer Zieg slowly walked out of the crowd with a cake in his hand. He walked up to Tiffany and said, "Happy birthday, my dear Tiffany. I hope you'll like the birthday party I've prepared for you."
Ms. Tiffany was startled at first, then she felt relieved … Right, so this was prepared by Lawyer Zieg — only Lawyer Zieg had the ability to invite so many old employees from all over the country.
At this time, Ms. Xanthi also came out of the crowd, looking at her good friend with complaint. Obviously, she didn't know all this, but now she was helpless, "No wonder you rejected the birthday party I prepared for you, so this is the reason."
She really loved this good sister of hers for decades. She hugged this happy person beside her tightly and looked at the people around her … It turned out that a 55-year-old birthday could be so wonderful.
Ms. Tiffany kept smiling, accepting the blessings of the crowd … She looked for the bloated figure who played the violin in the crowd.
But he was no longer here, she didn't know when he left.
Maybe later, she would go find this mysterious Mr. Dillings and ask him about the violin … She was always a little concerned.
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[Sixth: Flowing Golden Years]
Happiness and happiness … It was probably this simple.
A 55-year-old woman didn't seem to have many things she wanted … She didn't have a husband now, she didn't even have her own children, and she had been single for five years.
Life was so boring that it could only be decorated simply to see the unprecedented beauty.
Ms. Tiffany felt that she should sleep very soundly tonight — but before that, she wanted to see this Mr. Dillings once.
"Have you checked out?"
"Yes, Ms. Tiffany. This is the thing that the gentleman said he wanted to pass to you when he left. "
At the floor, the doorman put an old leather suitcase in front of Ms. Tiffany and then left.
The first thing she saw was the mark that Gusiv had mentioned on the leather case.
Ms. Tiffany pondered for a moment, then slowly opened the suitcase, taking out the violin hidden inside with both hands.
And the bow.
She walked to the window, looking at everything outside that was gray … Downstairs, she seemed to see someone again.
Who would have thought that she would wave at him? After waving her hand, that person slowly turned around and walked away. She kept walking and walking until she was far away. In the end, she disappeared.
Ms. Tiffany looked at it for a while, then she held the violin and bow in her hands, closed her eyes, and softly hummed the canon (major).
Today was a beautiful day.
Today was truly a beautiful day, like a dream or a fantasy.
That him … Today, it was time to draw a full stop.
…
Mr. Dillings walked along the road alone, and from time to time glanced back at the marvellous Hotel Alec behind him.
Then, he finally met the master and servant of the club who just came back from the artificial beach.
Miss Maid was still barefoot … and her shoes were held between her fingers.
They came back arm in arm, and seemed to be whispering something … Seeing Mr. Dillings alone, Boss Luo took the initiative to greet him.
"Good evening, Mr. Dillings."
"You too." Mr. Dillings laughed, "You really helped me just now! Otherwise, I will definitely screw up the whole thing! If you have a chance to come to Halstadt, you must contact me! I'll treat you well! Oh, look at me! I'll write you my contact information. "
Mr. Dillings patted his head, then began to search for his clothes — but he couldn't find a pen and paper. As for the suitcase in his hand, it was empty.
"Write it here." Boss Luo smiled, taking out the notebook and a pen from Mr. Dillings.
Mr. Dillings quickly wrote down his contact information and address in the notebook.
"Mr. Dillings, are you leaving now?"
Mr. Dillings nodded, "Yes, I have to catch the early morning flight tomorrow … I have to go back to work on Monday. I didn't tell my wife this time, if I don't go back in time, believe me! She won't let me sleep on the bed! That's too miserable! "
Miss Maid giggled at this moment, which was very charming.
Mr. Dillings was stunned, thinking that this young man was really lucky to have saved the Milky Way in his previous life.
Luoqiu suddenly asked, "Can I ask you something, Mr. Dillings?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Boss Luo looked at the notebook in his hand, muttering, "Why are your last words on the stage … different from what you wrote here?"
Mr. Dillings gave a start, then thought for a while, "Well … I think it's better this way? Anyway, I'll always screw things up. "
Luoqiu just nodded with a smile, then said softly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dillings … I wish you a pleasant journey."
"That's all."
Mr. Dillings was still as straightforward as before, leaving directly after saying goodbye … but he didn't see that Boss Luo slightly bowed to him behind him.
…
It had been a long time since a bus came to the bus stop outside Alexa Hotel … Mr. Dillings couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw that the bus had stopped running.
Maybe he should ask the front desk of the hotel to call a taxi for him, but Mr. Dillings reached into his trouser pocket, and sadly found that … he had no money.
He really had no money — he had spent almost all of his money on this trip, and even paid for all of his private savings … and two months of his salary in advance from his boss.
He suddenly regretted so much that he even had an impulse to faint … God knows how to explain to his wife when he went back.
Unexpectedly, at this time, a private car slowly approached Mr. Dillings and stopped … When the car door opened, a black old man in luxurious clothes waved at him.
"Hello, Mr. Dillings …" The old man invited Mr. Dillings into the car, looked at the puzzled Mr. Dillings, and smiled, "First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Sieg … and I'm the lawyer appointed by Paher to deal with his inheritance … among his inheritance, one of them was appointed by me to give to you, Mr. Dillings."
Mr. Dillings blinked, then scratched his head, and asked confusedly, "Lawyer? Paher's? That guy was so poor that he owed me half a year's rent, what inheritance could he have … except for a dog? "
"But even so, you're still willing to fulfill his last wish, aren't you? He came here from the distant Austria, and even now, he has nothing."
Lawyer Sieg smiled. "I think that in the last moments of Paher's life, he must have felt extremely proud to have met a friend like you... Believe me, Mr. Dillings, you deserve this legacy. Your kindness and trustworthiness allowed you to pass Paher's test, and in the end, you even... did better than him. So, Mr. Dillings, you'll get 40 million Euros from Paher. "
"What the f * ck … How much?!!"
Mr. Dillings jumped up, and his head hit the roof of the car. He couldn't help but yell … It was very painful.
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[Number 7: All the love is contained here]
After returning to the room, Boss Luo opened a bottle of red wine in a good mood, and enjoyed the cool breeze with Miss Maid on the balcony.
He opened Mr. Dillings' notebook and read it page by page.
It contained all his plans for this trip, and each item was written very clearly — the last one was the completion of the list of things he needed to do.
"Today, I found something good." Boss Luo said with satisfaction.
Miss Maid took the notebook from her master's hand, and turned to the front of the notebook … There were words that were different from Mr. Dillings' handwriting.
Miss Maid read the words in a low voice:
— Hope, you know that I never gave up our dream.
— When you were lonely and sad, you couldn't get any help or comfort from me.
— Because of this, I feel very sad.
— All the love is contained here.
…
Someone loves you silently, and he or she may have gone far away.
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