Seven Virtues

The waiter's demeanor was very slow and stiff, his movements were three times slower than that of ordinary people, looking at him was like watching slow motion, making people anxious for him.

After bending over at ninety degrees, the waiter stood stiffly holding the basin aside, as if waiting to be punished, his face looked very pale because of fear, a bit too pale.

"Well, my lord, chaste clothes." Chastity glared dissatisfiedly at the waiter in front of him, he pointed to his sleeve that was wet by water aggrievedly, and twisted the sleeve in disgust and moved forward.

"Let's go back and change it later." Sangshui said reassuringly, he was a little uncomfortable with the extreme cleanliness of Chastity these days.

Looking at the waiter who was still standing in front of her, Sangshen smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, we didn't pay attention and knocked over your basin." Sangshen smiled softly, which also surprised the waiter.

"No, no, sir." The waiter looked at Mulberry's smiling face in surprise. He was surprised by Mulberry's polite attitude, and his pale cheeks began to turn red.

The waiter has been in the hotel for more than ten years. In these ten years, all he met were guests who were clean on the surface and unclean on the inside, and the treatment he received was always the worst. Even a thrush bird He is more blessed than him, a gentle person like Mulberry is the No.1 he has met.

The gentleness of Mulberry encouraged the timid waiter. He asked shyly and softly, "Sir, where is your room?" His words and movements were still so slow, so slow that it made Zhenjie gnash his teeth.

"It's the second room on the right." Mulberry waited patiently and answered his question. In the past, the waiter never had a chance to finish his sentence.

"I, I'll take you there. You are a distinguished guest, and it is my honor to serve you." The waiter said respectfully and expectantly. He hoped to have more contact with Mulberry. He had never seen such a gentle person. .

"Okay, I'm sorry." Mulberry agreed with a smile, but Zhen Jie, who was pouting beside him, was unwilling to be with the waiter. This kind of person who always smelled strange was not worthy of walking with adults.

"No need, my lord, the room is not far away, I want to go back and change my clothes." Chastity tugged at the corner of Mulberry's clothes aggrievedly, and pulled Mulberry towards the room.

Chastity's grievance made it difficult for Mulberry, so he had no choice but to say to the waiter, "Sorry, we're going back first, see you next time."

Although he was rejected, the waiter was still very happy. He waved his hands happily and said slowly, "It's okay, see you next time, see you next time." jealous.

The first encounter between Mulberry and the waiter was very short. In Mulberry's eyes, the waiter was just a person with stiff and slow movements. Other than that, he was no different from other waiters. But in the eyes of the waiter, Mulberry was a Different guests.

Watching Mulberry leave gradually, the waiter became a little anxious. He wanted to talk to Mulberry again, so he hurried over with the washbasin in his arms.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" the waiter asked. He looked at Mulberry nervously and shyly, a little at a loss. He knew that his current behavior was not what a good waiter should do.

"My name is Sangshen." Sangshen who was called back said softly.

Mulberry....?

"Hello, my name is Qianqian, humble Qian, humble Xun." The waiter shyly replied with his mouth bent and his head bowed. He looked very happy.

Even though Mulberry was pulled away by Zhenjie in the end, Qianqian still stood happily at the door and smiled. He just stood there, his eyes fixed on the door in front of him, until another waiter appeared and dragged him away forcibly.

And after Humility left, some finely crushed soil was left on the floor, as well as a bad smell. The smell was very strong, a smell mixed with the smell of corpses and mud.

This kind of smell is only found in dead people, that is, this smell that cannot be dispelled, which led to a sudden decrease in the number of guests.

The source of this smell is humility. Wherever the humility goes, this unpleasant smell will follow him. No matter how much perfume the curator sprays on him, the smell will only become stronger.

Humility is a dead man, and a dead man who has been dead for three months, and now he is nothing but a lifeless corpse.

In this hotel, the humble status is far inferior to that of a thrush. He doesn't even have his own room and bed. All he uses is the waste discarded by the guests, and the waste will be destroyed on the third day after he uses it. Recycled by the owner of the hotel.

Humble's death was man-made, he was beaten to death by someone who was a distinguished guest here, Humble's death made no impact, no one even knew he was dead , because his body was buried in the flower bed behind the hotel by that honorable guest after he was dead.

Three months ago, the hotel was not as depressed as it is now. At that time, the hotel was full of people coming and going, and even the humblest waiter could serve the most distinguished guests.

That day was the first time that Humility stepped into the fifth floor of the hotel, in order to serve tea and water to a noble prince.

It was the first time he came to the fifth floor, humble and very happy. He grinned all the way and looked curiously at the decorations around him that were completely different from other floors. Those decorations not only include beautiful ceramics, but also exquisite handicrafts , each piece is priceless.

"Hey, hurry up when you're here, dawdle." The little guard next to Wang Jue was a bad-tempered man, and he hated and hated the lowest level of waiters like humble.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Even though humility is struggling to hold the neat and beautiful tea set in his hand, he still does not forget to bend his waist tightly. This is a habit he has developed for a long time.

"Tch, I know I'm apologizing. I deserve to be able to serve tea and water." The guard sneered and mocked. He took the opportunity to kick Qian Xian hard. After seeing Qian Xian staggered but did not fall, he haha ​​maliciously. Laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Obviously he was kicked, but Humility still apologized to the other party. He is used to being humble, and his courage has been worn down by this hotel and these people.

The humble and stubborn apology made the guard curl his lips impatiently. Feeling bored, he still stretched out his hand and opened the exquisite door beside him, then turned around and said respectfully to the prince, "My lord, the tea has been delivered. .”

"Well, let him bring it in." The Lord Wang Jue who spoke was a middle-aged man with a beer belly. Although his expression was extremely serious, it made people feel hypocritical and sanctimonious.

After stepping through the low and luxurious threshold, he humbly lowered his head and held the tea tray and whispered respectfully, "My lord, your tea."

That Mr. Wang Jue didn't take the teacup full of hot tea in Humble's hand immediately, but swept his short black hair with distaste and disgust, "You, come here." He pointed to a soldier beside him and said.

"Sir." The soldier respectfully walked up to Wang Jue's side, looking like a soldier.

"Pour these teas again, and then give me a new set." Wang Jue shrank his fingers and pointed at the tea tray that Qian Qian brought over. He didn't seem to want to have any contact with Qian Qian, as if Qian Qian was a virus carrier .

"Yes." After receiving the order, the soldier continued to walk straight to the humble side. His hands paused in the air before he took back the tea tray and quickly went downstairs to change a new tea set. Don't forget to replace the hot water in the teapot.

The speed of the soldiers was very fast. After Wang Jue waited for a minute, everything was ready. If the fifth floor was not equipped with complete facilities, the time would not be so fast.

Wang Jue was very satisfied with the new tea set brought by the soldiers. He nodded with a smile, and took the teacup with green bamboo printed on it, "It's well done, you can go down now."

Wang Jue raised his head as a gesture of humility to leave, and then continued to lower his head to sip the fragrant tea in his hand.

The actions of these people and the disgust in their eyes did not affect his humility in any way, because he had experienced these gazes for more than ten years, and he would not find it strange, but only felt it should be taken for granted.

"Yes." He bent down humbly and respectfully, and walked back respectfully after a few seconds of pause.

But the humble departure will not satisfy those who think he is inferior. They will only feel that humility pollutes their air and makes them breathe filth.

"Wait, Lord Wang Jue asked you to step aside, but he didn't tell you to leave." The guard standing at the door stopped him when he was about to step over the threshold. feeling anxious.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Pure humility immediately believed the guard's words, and he bowed his head and sincerely apologized.

This kind of thing happened often in the past, but the only place that modesty could step into was the bottom floor, that is, the first floor, so at most it would be gone if it was beaten up, and the guest on the first floor was no more than It was because he was afraid of offending the owner of the hall that he didn't do anything cruel.

But this time is different, this time the guest is the honorable Lord Wang Jue, and it is only a matter of one sentence for Wang Jue to kill a poor waiter. Wang Jue is clever in his work.

Innocent humility just fell into the trap set by a few people. In their eyes, people like humility shouldn't live in this world, so they don't feel guilty about what they have done. Feeling that I have wiped out a filth from the world.