Xianbei didn't dare to take a step forward because there was someone standing in front of the house.
You know, it's been almost a year since she moved to this community.
Except for takeaways and couriers, no living creature has come to her door to find her.
Even editors communicate online.
Xianbei stood vigilantly in the same place, staring at the...
back.
- I don't know if it is the back of a man or a woman.
It has shoulder-length hair tied into a half-ball head, a common feminine trait.
But its height ratio, shoulder width, in the composition of the characters, is completely a Peugeot male body.
Empty-handed, clearly not express delivery or takeaway.
It's still knocking.
Xian Bei's heart trembled.
The terrifying knock on the door meant the beginning of a social punishment.
Last year, two well-spoken women in formal attire came to collect property fees.
They separated from left and right, sang and sang together, praised their virtues, touted the security of their community as unbreakable as the protection wall pool, and had to drag her into their topic and agree with their views...
This hurt her vitality for a week, and she didn't even finish a line draft.
Scared to think about.
I don't know how long this person will stay.
Senbei leaned behind the stair railing and shrank slightly.
It suddenly stopped knocking on the door.
He took out his phone and tilted his head.
Xianbei bowed his upper body lower, trying to bury himself.
Also saw its profile.
It's a man, a stranger.
With a high nose bridge, just right chin, nose tip and chin, his face is clean and handsome, and the well-trimmed stubble adds an air of yuppie to him.
The lines are so good, they seem to grow out of a girl's cartoon.
Perhaps sensing that something was secretly watching behind him, he suddenly turned his face and looked at Xianbei nonchalantly.
Xian Bei's throat choked, and he quickly closed his eyes.
Heart has jumped to the throat.
Looking at people, another cosmic torture.
Every look was like a knife in her heart.
While his face was blushing,
The phone in Senbei's pocket vibrated.
The man looked back again, and his eyes that had no strength at first became surprised at this moment.
But this mood didn't last long, and it turned to exploration and analysis.
Senbei squeezed the shopping bag in his hand, at a loss.
This look is more than torment, it can literally strip her naked and throw her into the big sun at the bottom of the building.
The constantly vibrating mobile phone in the pocket of the sweater is a heinous accomplice. Its lethality is tantamount to death knocking on the door, which will only arouse more fear in her.
After observing her for a moment, the man hung up the call, and Xianbei's cell phone stopped talking.
It should be confirmed, a faint smile appeared on his lips. Then, his mouth moved and he took a step towards her...
Mom! This person really came to find her!
I didn't hear what he said at all!
Xianbei turned around in panic and ran downstairs.
—
In the afternoon, Chen Zhuo returned to "Zhongyi".
"Zhongyi" is an afternoon tea shop located in the city square of Ning City.
Because of its pure white and exquisite decoration style and the owner's appearance that does not lose to stars, it has become a local online celebrity shop.
It's been a year since the store opened, and it's still doing pretty good business.
Well, Chen Zhuo is the boss here.
Walking back to the staff rest room, Zhou Qingshu, the deputy store manager who was still sorting out this month's small gift quota, raised his head and glanced at him:
"Have you seen the fairy?"
Fairy is just a joke.
Not long after "Zhongyi" opened, it started a delivery business.
We know that after the takeaway app accepts the order in the store, it will display the other party's last name and delivery address.
A person who lives in Zhongjing County, orders milk tea for almost a whole year, rain or shine, with a special surname of "Ms. Xian", who is not sure whether it is true or false, and has attracted the attention of all the staff in the store.
In particular, her taste is single and specific, no matter how the milk tea varieties in the store change in a variety of ways, and no matter how the boss racks his brains to develop more new flavors.
She is still the most simple, as always, without adding anything—
Original milk tea.
Fixed three-point sugar.
Chen Zhuo was not in a hurry to answer, the scene from half an hour ago was vivid in his mind.
He couldn't help but smile and was a little confused.
"It looks like I saw it," Zhou Qingshu leaned against the back of the chair: "Did you speak?"
Chen Zhuo shook his head, poured himself a glass of water, walked back to the table, and sat down.
After taking a sip, he frowned and said, "I ran away when I saw it."
Zhou Qingshu smiled and teased: "It must be that we got tired of drinking our milk tea for a year, changed his mind, and started drinking other people's. After seeing no call for half a month, the boss has come to settle the account, so don't hurry up and run."
"… "
As Zhou Qingshu said, in the past two weeks, their "favorite" die-hard fan "Ms. Fairy" has never ordered a cup of milk tea for the first time.
Everyone finds it strange.
After reacting to the situation with Boss Chen, I have no doubts about the humanistic care for the old customers and the confidence in the self-created products.
Chen Zhuo looked for a noon and went to the location of the "fairy" to confirm whether the other party had moved.
That is today.
Coincidentally, it just happened to hit one side.
Zhou Qingshu swayed his legs: "What does it look like? Xiao Rui said that he had given it away for a year, and he had never seen what the people living there looked like, so he opened the door and stretched out tremblingly to receive the milk tea. "
"Does it really look like a fairy?" Zhou Qingshu was very curious.
Chen Zhuo pondered, recalling the scene in the building.
A skinny little girl, wearing a big loose hoodie and long pants. The trousers were still long, and she was rolled up twice.
She wears a mask, with a hood tightly covering her head.
Only a pair of black eyes that were surprised and uncertain, looked at him as if looking at a flood of beasts.
Weird and funny.
Chen Zhuo hooked his lips: "I didn't see it." But I remember it very carefully.
Zhou Qingshu asked, "Are you sure it's her?"
Chen Zhuo: "Yes."
Zhou Qingshu sighed: "It's better to move out."
Chen Zhuo was silent, but his smile deepened.
As far as he is concerned, on the contrary, how can he move away? It's better that he is really tired of the taste of his place and wants to try another meal.
It is only by comparison that the good and the bad can be distinguished. In this way, when she looks back, she will find that even with a thousand families, it is still not as good as his "favorite" cup.