Xiang Zhangkong returned home at 10:20 and opened the door gently. The room was quiet, and his mother had fallen asleep. He closed the door and didn't turn on the light. He only fastened the door chain Weng Shuli took off before she went to bed.
There were several dishes on the square table in the living room, which were stacked towards the sky and carried into the kitchen to be washed. After cleaning up, he tore off a new plastic bag and prepared to put it on the trash can, and take it out and throw it away together tomorrow morning.
When bending down, Xiang Zhangkong hesitated for a moment. There was a letter in the trash can, torn in half, the color and style of the envelope he knew all too well.
He pursed his lips slightly and took out the envelope.
Sure enough, it was a special envelope from Yifei Hospital.
The mailing address is printed in a uniform format, but the three characters "Xiang Zhangkong" at the recipient's place are written vigorously.
The corners of his mouth pursed straighter, and after standing there for a while, he turned off the kitchen light and returned to his room with the letter.
Turning on the small lamp on the table, Xiang Changkong took out the letter and put it together.
"Changkong, the postgraduate enrollment of the First Flying Institute is about to start registration. This time there are two places for the flying major. I don't know if you have paid attention to this news, so I printed out the enrollment brochure and mailed it to you. I I know your difficulties and understand your position, but you are still so young and have the talent and enthusiasm not to lose to your father. I always think that you should not just give up.
I have attached a letter of my recommendation at the back, and hope to see you in Yifeiyuan next year. Uncle Hou. "
Uncle Hou's letter was very short, but Xiang Zhangkong read it many times. He found the admissions brochure sent by Uncle Hou and glanced at the registration time.
October 21st to October 31st.
Scattered sparks splashed into Zhang Kong's eyes, and then these tiny sparks gradually cooled down in the long silence.
He put the letter away, opened the drawer, and pressed it to the bottom.
The next day, Xiang Changkong was on the day shift and could only start taking orders after ten o'clock. He made breakfast at 8:30 and knocked on Weng Shuli's door: "Mom, get up to eat."
Weng Shuli in the room didn't answer, but the door opened after a while. She went to the bathroom to wash herself, then went straight to the opposite side of Xiang Changkong and sat down. There was a plate of freshly made pan-fried steamed buns on the table, and Xiang Changkong put a bowl of porridge into her bowl, not forgetting to remind her to be careful about scalding.
Weng Shuli picked up the bowl, sipped it, and glanced at the trash can on the table inadvertently.
Yesterday's rubbish Xiang Changkong had been cleaned up, and a clean rubbish bag was placed in the trash can at this time.
She didn't look there anymore, put down the bowl in her hand and picked up a piece of pan-fried steamed bun.
The table was very quiet, neither of them spoke, only the slight sound of utensils colliding and food chewing. After eating, Xiang Changkong took Weng Shuli's medicine and watched her eat it before clearing the dishes and leaving the door.
When he arrived at the site, he punched the card to Changkong and went to the locker room to change his clothes.
At this moment, two colleagues were sitting and chatting in the locker room. Xiang Chang passed by them and said hello to them: "Brother Wang, morning Angkor."
"Xiao Xiang, you came so early." Brother Wang is a slightly fat middle-aged man who looks particularly blessed. He looked at Xiang Changkong and said to him with a smile, "I was with you Angkor just now. Speaking of you."
With a small smile on the corner of Xiang Changkong's mouth, he opened the cabinet door in front of him: "What about me?"
"Ranking, your delivery volume and praise rate are still the first. Do you feel that Xiao Zhang's eyes have become more and more unfriendly these days?"
Xiao Zhang was the first record holder before Xiang Changkong.
Xiang Changkong smiled and said, "You think too much, everyone is just working."
Brother Wang said: "You can't work too hard, especially when we deliver takeaways and run on the road every day, we must pay more attention to safety."
"I know, thank you Brother Wang for reminding me."
"However, I'm really curious. You said you've only been here for two months, how did you get started so quickly? For newcomers before, it took at least a month to memorize the terrain, and you couldn't send many orders in the first month. You seem to have just arrived. The order volume was relatively low in those days.”
Angkor, who was on the side, listened to what he said, and leaned in eagerly: "Don't tell me, I looked at his mission map last time, wow, good guy, it's densely packed, more complicated than the subway line, this If the newcomer has to cry on the spot."
Xiang Changkong took out his uniform jacket and closed the door of the locker: "I have a good memory since I was a child, basically I can remember it after running two or three times. I don't watch it most of the time."
Angkor blinked curiously: "Do you remember?"
"Well, I will calculate the distance and time by myself, plan the shortest route, and improve efficiency."
Brother Angkor and Brother Wang looked at each other for two seconds and sighed: "As expected of college students, their brains are better than ours. In today's buzzwords, what is this called... a high-end gamer?"
Brother Wang gave him a "bah": "Come on, not every college student is so smart. My eldest nephew is not a college student, so he is no smarter than me."
Xiang Changkong put on his coat, smiled at them and said, "Brother Wang, Angkor, I'll go first."
"Okay, it's windy today, remember to wear a mask."
"understood."
When Xiang Zhangkong left the site, Xu Lian was also leaving from home. She opens her shop at ten o'clock every morning, and when she wakes up, she goes for a half-hour walk around the community. She lives not far from Xingguang Park, and if there is no traffic jam, she can drive there in 20 minutes.
Today, the little employee she hired showed up at the door of the store on time. When she saw her car approaching, she waved and greeted her. Xu Lian parked the car, opened the store door, and said to her.
"Boss, was the store busy yesterday?"
"good."
"Then what did you eat yesterday? Wouldn't it be chicken leg rice again?" Zhang Guo'er said here, bumping her arm on purpose, "To be honest, are you always there to meet that delivery guy? Would you like chicken leg rice?"
Xu Lian, who was walking in front, paused for a while, then turned to look at her: "Why, the same delivery guy always delivers us food?"
Zhang Guoer: "..."
Okay, when she didn't ask.
"They all wear the same clothes and hats, how can I recognize them." Xu Lian didn't care.
Zhang Guo'er disagreed: "That delivery boy is whiter than everyone else! I want to ask him what sunscreen he uses!"
"Oh."
"And he looks good too. Don't you think his eyes look very melancholy and very deep?"
"I didn't pay attention." Xu Lian finally stopped and looked at the little girl in front of her, "Are you interested in someone else?"
"Hehe." Zhang Guo'er laughed twice, took out a small black notebook from her backpack, and shook it in front of Xu Lian, "To be honest, I have listed him as my observation target No. 0123. already."
Xu Lian's eyes glanced at the small book she held up. The five characters "A Thousand Faces" were handwritten on it, which were particularly bright and eye-catching. She didn't say anything about it, and turned around and went upstairs.
Zhang Guoer retracted her hand embarrassedly, opened her small notebook, and wrote a sentence at the bottom of target No. 0121: "Today's boss is as cool as ever."
Then drew a frowning expression.
Zhang Guoer is a fourth-year student of drama, film and television literature at the Film Academy. She has a great dream to collect a thousand different people as materials in her lifetime, and record their characteristics in her small book, as a role model. time reference.
Xu Lian is also one of her observation targets.
When she came for the interview, she had already made it clear to Xu Lian, and Xu Lian didn't care about it.
Because the store only opened at ten o'clock, the morning time passed quickly. After a while, Zhang Guoer ran to the second floor and asked Xu Lian what to eat for lunch. Xu Lian was waxing with a bubbler. She looked up at Zhang Guoer and asked her, "What do you have for lunch?"
"I want to eat Maocai." Zhang Guoer said cheerfully, "How about we eat Maocai together, so that we can order more dishes."
"Can."
"Then let's see what dishes you want to eat." Zhang Guo'er approached with his mobile phone.
After finishing the dishes one by one, Zhang Guoer ran down quickly and began to wait for the delivery boy to deliver the food, while Xu Lian stayed on the second floor to continue her work. If these waxes are not applied to the mold in time, they will harden and solidify again, so the previous work is wasted.
She smeared the two molds, went downstairs to wash her hands, and the takeaway just happened to be delivered. This time, Xu Lian paid special attention to the appearance of the delivery boy, and found that... it's not very white.
"It's not him." After the delivery boy left, Zhang Guo'er opened the box and said to Xu Lian, "It was another little brother just now, next time the sad-eyed Bai Bai is here to deliver the food, I call you."
"...I didn't really want to know."
Zhang Guoer winked at her: "I saw you peeking at people just now."
Xu Lian picked up the chopsticks and decided to stop communicating with her.
The phone on the table vibrated, Xu Lian bit the chopsticks in his mouth, picked up the phone and took a look.
High school monitor: Xu Lian, everyone is discussing to have an alumni reunion, are you interested in participating
Xu Lian typed in the words "no interest" without thinking, and deleted and rewritten before sending it: "I don't have time."
High school monitor: Are you busy with work? However, the time has not been set yet. I will notify you when it is confirmed. Come as soon as possible when you can. It has not been a long time since everyone met.
Xu Lian: Let's see when the time comes.
High school monitor: OK. By the way, why aren't you in the high school group
Xu Lian: Really? Maybe it's time to go back by accident.
High school monitor: Then I'll pull you back in later
"..." Xu Lian thought, then she might have to retreat again by accident.
"Boss, who are you?" Zhang Guo'er looked at her curiously. Xu Lian glanced at her and put the phone back on the table: "The high school monitor, ask me if I am interested in participating in the class reunion."
"Oh, I guess you are definitely not interested." According to her observation of Xu Lian in the past few months, she hardly participates in any social activities, and she has never seen any friends come to her.
Except for her Observation Target No. 0122.
Xu Lian said, "I'm really not interested."
Zhang Guoer shook his head: "Boss, you can't do this. A few days ago, I saw a public account criticizing today's young people, saying that they don't go out and don't socialize, so how can they find boyfriends and girlfriends."
"Ridiculous." Xu Lian sneered, "I don't go out and don't socialize, which means that I prefer to be alone than to find a boyfriend or girlfriend."