LOVE FLOWER MOTEL

Although the Dong Phuc brothel in Lac Duong is not the largest, the food is not the best, but in the era of the popular arts movement, with the support of some prostitutes like Truc Phong Trai, Tuy Nguyet Cac, Cam Tu suddenly became a place worth remembering, the reputation also gradually became more resounding.

Chuoc Tu thinks that the inn will continue to grow like this, and the little girls of the inn also believe it without a doubt. But now…

She stood in front of the inn with great sorrow, looking at the old notice posted in front of the door, but it was painful as if she had broken every part of her intestines.

The easy-going shopkeeper wants to sell prostitutes.

Chuoc Tu was very heartbroken, so he stopped at the shopkeeper's window all night, listening all night, the main idea is: I went from the small shopkeeper to the big shopkeeper, now I'm the old shopkeeper, it's time to go home. enjoy old age.

When Chuoc Tu recovered his spirit, he discovered that the little monsters were also sticking their ears to the window to listen. So the group of melancholy demons, squatting in a circle in the yard, sighed and lamented.

At dawn, sunlight instantly covers the whole land, the morning sun dispels the morning dew, and begins a bright sunny day again.

The old shopkeeper came with a bucket of water, took a gourd to fill it with water, skillfully waved his hand to water, the water bubbles that were illuminated by early morning sunlight fell on flowers and grass, washing away the sorrows of last night. The old man looked at the watered flowers and grass in the hospital, suddenly tears filled his face: "Unfortunately, I can't take my children with me, if I pull the roots, I'm afraid I won't live."

The water bubbles on the green leaves gently fell, waiting for the old shopkeeper to leave the yard, the half-meter tall dahlia tree suddenly trembled, turning into a seventeen, eighteen-year-old girl, wearing a white short skirt that revealed half of her body. arms, hair as black as paint, a face as beautiful as a picture, like a green bamboo after the rain, like a shimmering mist on a high mountain, both radiantly beautiful and incredibly magical.