The Return of Gratitude Volume 2

"This guy Sting is causing you trouble, I'm really sorry, but he is not actually my employee."

Qin Xiu finally regained his strength that night, and the two of them ate dinner cooked by Mrs. Finch herself. He was a little surprised to hear that Mrs. Finch said that Sting was not a hotel employee.

Mrs. Finch lit a cigarette, and glanced at Uncle Sting, who was cleaning dishes in the kitchen clumsily: "That guy lived in my hotel for almost two months, and when I finally checked out, I found that I didn't bring any money and my credit card was frozen. Ask him to call someone to help him check out, but he doesn't have a single number in his phone..."

"Didn't he have a son?" Archer wondered, "He said he was at MIT?"

Mrs. Finch took a puff of cigarette and smiled: "He told you that? He also told me that he is a professor of MIT and an expert in geology. Do you think he looks like him?"

Archer stared at the back of the dishwashing uncle who had cheated his feelings, very chilled and disappointed.

Uncle Sting sneezed at Archer's resentment, and Mrs. Finch knocked on the table loudly: "Don't sneeze into the sink!" After she finished speaking, she turned her head, and the fierce wrinkles on her face immediately spread out. , Reverted to a loving old lady, "He couldn't pay the money, so he said he would help me pay for the hotel, what else can I do, this guy is penniless and has no one to contact, I want to let him go Shouldn’t he still be dead on the street?”

No wonder, Archer thought, most of the hotels here are closed in winter, except this one.Rather than letting Uncle Sting work to pay off his debts, it is better to say that Mrs. Finch kindly took him in.

Mrs. Finch lived in the city, and only occasionally visited the hotel, and rented a snowmobile for them before leaving, so in the end it was only the three of them staring at the hotel.

Qin Xiu can drive a BMW Tomahawk, and he is also comfortable driving a snowmobile, but sometimes he drives too wildly.

"Slow down!" Archer shouted from behind, his butt hurting from the shaking.

Qin Xiu couldn't hear at all. He was wearing a headset, the kind of headphone, and he seemed to be listening to the music very rhythmically.

Archer could only howl at him: "Slow down—"

"Just hold on tightly!" This time I finally heard it.

"I'm holding it tight!"

"No, enough, tight!" Qin Xiu said vigorously amidst the humming engine.

Archer said in his heart, don't expect me to hang on your back like a girl!Unexpectedly, Qin Xiu suddenly made a sharp turn in front, and the snowmobile suddenly tilted to the right, and the snow all over the ground was pierced under the huge sled of the motorcycle, and the snow was scattered all over their backs. Archer instinctively threw himself on Qin Xiu's back.

Qin Xiu turned around and laughed, and pulled off the earphones: "Do you love me?!"

Archer couldn't help but laugh: "I said I love you, can you slow down?"

"How can there be additional conditions for loving me!" As he said, he pulled down the white goggles and put them on, lifted the scarf to cover his chin, and suddenly stood up from the driver's seat of the snowmobile, with a cat on his back, "I accelerated!"

Archer hurriedly shouted: "I love you! Nothing—"

Before he could finish shouting the words of surrender, he was choked by Fengxue.

Archer felt that Qin Xiu didn't take the task of special photographer seriously, he just took risks everywhere and took pictures of what he wanted.He asked Qin Xiu if he had any plans, and Qin Xiu simply replied: "No plan. Yellowstone Park is the oldest national park in the world. Let alone Americans, people from all over the world are familiar with it. There is nothing new about it. That’s why I chose to come in winter, because Yellowstone Park in this season is relatively unfamiliar to tourists, and I don’t know Yellowstone Park well, so I can take photos with freshness, which is the same as seeing the world with a dog’s eyes...”

Archer stared at Qin Xiu, who had his chin resting on his hand in front of the laptop, with a vicious look on his face.

Early the next morning, Qin Xiu was awakened by a loud "bang" outside the window. The vigilant cat sat up, only to see that the window was suddenly lit up, and the snow hanging on the roof before was gone. Qin Xiu was alone. Ji Ling got out of bed under the quilt, lowered his head and looked out of the window, and buried under a large pile of snow was his rented Chevrolet SUV!

"Shen Che! Get up!" Qin Xiu threw away the quilt, naked and began to bend over to put on his underwear and put on a shirt. When he turned his head, the dog was lying on his back, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Qin Xiu saw that the other party was sleeping comfortably It looked incredible, thinking that these days Shen Che was carrying all kinds of equipment, food, water and heavy snow equipment, following him over mountains and mountains, like a walking portable space, and finally only put the quilt in two The kicked quilt covered the dog's face, and he ran out the door.

"Hello! It's so early to wake up..." Before Sting, who was drawing big characters with a mop in the aisle, hadn't finished saying hello, he saw Qin Xiu running downstairs quickly with a scarf around him, calling him "here" I'll get a snow shovel!"

"Okay!" Uncle Sting dropped his mop and was about to go to the attic to find a shovel. When he passed by Qin Xiu's room, he realized that this guy was walking so fast that he didn't even have time to close the door. "click".

The voice was very familiar to Uncle Sting, it was the sound of pads and paws falling on the wooden floor. He glanced in wonderingly, and then froze suddenly.

A big curly golden retriever jumped off the bed, biting some clothes into the bathroom.

The door of the bathroom was closed, and there was the sound of "squeaking" water from inside.Sting stood in front of the door in shock, without blinking his eyes, until the sound of Shen Che humming came from the bathroom.He turned around abruptly and leaned against the wall of the corridor with a pale face.

A big curly golden retriever...

The only one in the world.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Archer opened the window and looked at Qin Xiu downstairs who was cleaning the snow that fell on the car, and shouted: "Don't do it, wait until I come down!"

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw Uncle Sting with a dazed expression at the door, Archer was startled: "Uncle Sting, what's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Only then did the old guy have a god in his eyes, he raised the snow shovel in his hand: "Qin Xiu wants it."

"Oh, thanks!" The young dog smiled and took the shovel, turned around and ran downstairs.

Steen watched Shen Che's back disappear downstairs, then turned around and walked up to the attic.In the quiet attic, the slanted windows projected white snow light, he walked over, stood by the window, and looked down carefully.

The curly-haired boy stretched out his hand and jumped onto the car neatly, and began to shovel the snow off the car one by one. The sound of shoveling snow was mixed with his voice from time to time: "Stay away!" !"...

The old man silently watched the figure of the dog youth jumping up and down with a snow shovel on his shoulders, bending his waist and hunching his back, until the white surrounding that figure suddenly blurred with mist, and he could no longer see clearly.

The snow that fell was very thick, as high as a person, and it took more than an hour to clean it up.Archer was sweating profusely from exhaustion. Although the polar bear had great strength, its stamina was worse than him. Both of them were too tired to speak. They walked into the restaurant for breakfast, but they didn't see Uncle Sting. It was a silver cover, the kind commonly used in dining cars of star-rated hotels. Qin Xiu looked at the cover with lingering fears: "Don't be burning clams, exploding duck livers, etc..."

Archer can understand Qin Xiu's mood, they are almost psychologically affected by eating Uncle Sting's hell food these days.He walked over and boldly lifted the lid, halfway through, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Qin Xiu walked over suspiciously, and the two of them looked down at the breakfast on the dining table, both a little surprised.Qin Xiu pouted: "It's really a rare ordinary breakfast."

Two cups of hot milk, two half-done fried eggs, two pieces of golden toast, and hot bacon and ham on the plate.

The two of them sat down to eat this warm and ordinary breakfast, and both felt as if they had passed away.

After eating, Archer called Uncle Sting a few times, but no one answered, so he took the plate into the kitchen by himself, and was almost dumbfounded when he stepped on the trash can—the trash can was full of eggshells!The curly-haired youth squatted down and picked up one of the eggshells, which was still clinging to the egg white, and looked at it. Then he picked up the trash can and shook it. It was really full of eggshells.The curly-haired young man suddenly felt a little sorry when he thought that he and Qin Xiu had slandered Uncle Sting in private.

Qin Xiu went upstairs, and Archer walked out of the restaurant. He happened to see Uncle Sting sitting under the stairs, his eyes were red. He walked over wondering, "What's wrong? Why are you sitting here?"

The bearded uncle raised his head and showed a forced smile: "Archer, can you chat with me?"

For some reason, he felt that the uncle today was a bit strange, so Archer lifted his trouser legs and sat down next to him: "Okay, what do you want to talk about, I'll chat with you!"

Sting looked up and down the young man with a bright smile like a little sun: "Remember I told you that I have a son who is as old as you?"

"Well, you said he was a graduate student at MIT."

"Yeah," Sting sighed and looked at the faint snow falling outside the gate, "I haven't seen him for many years."

Archer heard this, looked at Uncle Sting's disappointed expression, and thought of Mrs. Finch saying that Uncle Sting's phone book didn't have a name in it. Uncle Ting's back: "When he succeeds in his studies, he will definitely come to see you."

Sting looked down at his feet and said in a low voice, "I'm not a good and responsible father."

The topic became more and more serious. Archer was not used to this kind of Uncle Sting, and tried hard to get him back poorly: "What's the matter, Uncle? It's not like you!"

"What should I look like?" Sting squeezed out a particularly ugly smile.

Archer folded his arms on his knees, looked sideways at the old guy's face seriously: "You should be happy all day long, that's just like you, and I think you must be a good father."

Sting was taken aback: "Why?"

The proud eyes of Uncle Sting when he talked about his son at MIT appeared in front of Archer's eyes again, and he said with a smile: "Intuition."

Steen looked into the bright eyes of the young dog, and hesitated for a long time: "Shen Che, where are your parents?"

The young dog put his arms on his bent knees and sighed rarely: "My father died before I was born, and my mother passed away not long after I was born."

It took Sting a long time to ask: "...Really?"

"But I have Teacher He Lan!" Shen Che turned his head and smiled at him, as if comforting him, "And I think my parents must be taking care of me in heaven!"

That smile was full of gratitude, with a blissful contagion, and Sting couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Shen Che! Ready to go!" Qin Xiu's voice came from above the stairs.

"Here we come!" Archer replied back, stood up and patted the old guy on the back, "This morning is very good, thank you uncle."

Sting turned his head and looked at the back of the dog boy running up the stairs, unable to recover for a long time.