Zhang Guoer hurriedly recorded Xu Lian's golden sentence before sitting back at the table and eating with peace of mind.
Xu Lian was no stranger to her behavior, she finished her meal in no time, and then went upstairs to catch the order.
Halfway through, the person in charge of the developer sent her a message to communicate the progress of the order. After Xu Lian and the person in charge finished chatting, the wind chimes at the door of the shop rang again.
Because there were quite a lot of customers this afternoon, she didn't care, and continued to do her work, but Zhang Guoer, who was sitting below watching the store, suddenly became excited.
Her observation target No. 0122, here we come!
"Old..." She subconsciously wanted to call Xu Lian loudly, but she was interrupted just as she got up.
"Shh." Wei Yichen made a silent gesture to her, the punk-style silver ring on his index finger seemed to shimmer in the sun, "I'll just go up and find her myself."
Zhang Guo'er obediently closed her mouth and nodded her head twice.
Wei Yichen didn't look at her again, and walked directly to the second floor. Hearing the sound of his leather boots gradually rising, Zhang Guoer excitedly took his small notebook and wrote under target number 0122: "Wei Yichen is so charming!!!"
After writing it, she read it again and felt that it was too emotional. As an observation recorder, she should be more objective and rational.
So she crossed out that sentence and changed it to "Wei Yichen is really charming", ending with a period.
The door of Xu Lian's workshop was not locked, Wei Yichen opened the door from the outside, only then did Xu Lian realize that someone came in.
"Why are you here?" She glanced at Wei Yichen, and then her eyes fell back to the thermometer in her hand. She was cooling down the wax, and she didn't dare to be distracted at this point, because if you weren't careful, the temperature would drop too low, and then it would have to be reheated.
Wei Yichen was a little dissatisfied with her indifferent attitude, but he quickly leaned forward with a smile, took out two tickets from his pocket and put them on the table: "Pumpkin's resurrection concert tickets, let's go to listen to it tomorrow."
Xu Lian glanced at the tickets on the table, and said to him, "You know that Uncle Wei doesn't like you doing this, and you still go to the concert, do you want to piss him off?"
Wei Yichen stood up straight and said indifferently, "You said that when I had long hair last year. Isn't he still alive and kicking?"
Yes, Wei Yichen had long hair last year, but it wasn't that long. As soon as it reached his shoulders, he gathered half of it and tied it into a ponytail behind his head. This is a very classic look of Pumpkin's lead singer Ray. Wei Yichen has liked them since he was a child. Even the two black ear studs on his left ear are imitated by Ray.
This year, he finally cut his hair short. Although it is still a look that Ray used to do, he has handsome and neat black hair, which is more acceptable than the previous long hair.
Seeing that the temperature was almost the same, Xu Lian took out the thermometer and wiped off the residual wax liquid on it. She turned her head and looked at Wei Yichen playfully: "So you plan to make persistent efforts this year?"
Wei Yichen shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, the more he doesn't like what I do, the more I like to do it, do you think it's strange?"
Xu Lian didn't spread this topic anymore. The conflict between the two of them was not a one-time thing, and it was not convenient for an outsider to judge.
"Brother Chen, go!"
Outside Xu Lian's store, two young boys dressed as gangsters rode on the motorcycle and shouted inside. Wei Yichen glanced out, made a gesture to them, and ordered the tickets on the table: "I'll pick you up tomorrow, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."
Xu Lian looked at the back of him leaving in a hurry, then looked at the two tickets lying on the table, and raised her eyebrows slightly. She didn't seem to agree to go.
Zhang Guo'er watched Wei Yichen and his younger brother leave in a hurry from downstairs, and ran upstairs "dengdengdeng" to ask Xu Lian, "Boss, what is Brother Chen doing here?"
"..." Xu Lian paused for a moment, looked at her and asked, "When did you start calling him Brother Chen?"
"Accidentally..." Zhang Guoer shook her head, walked over, and saw the tickets on the table at a glance, "Wow, tickets for Pumpkin's resurrection concert! Or VIP tickets! Brother Chen gave you?"
"Um."
"It's great, Brother Chen is really social! Do you know how much ordinary tickets are sold on the Internet!"
Xu Lian was quite puzzled by this: "Is this concert so popular?"
Although she also liked pumpkin's songs, they have been disbanded for ten years, and ten years are enough for human beings to forget a lot of things.
Zhang Guo'er said, "Boss, you're underestimating pumpkin by saying that. In their heyday, only Mo Tianwang can compare to them in the entertainment industry. Besides, what is the most important thing for modern people? Feelings! How many people does pumpkin belong to? Beginning."
Xu Lian nodded thoughtfully: "If you say that, I still want to go."
Zhang Guoer: "..."
She should go to Wei Yichen and ask for merit.
Just thinking of this, the wind chime downstairs rang again, Zhang Guoer ran down and said to the new guest: "Good afternoon, welcome!"
After a full day's work, MONSTER officially ended the day's business at 6:30 in the afternoon. Zhang Guoer packed up her things, said hello to Xu Lian and left work. Xu Lian stayed in the store alone, made another order, and didn't leave until seven o'clock.
I don't know if she ate too much maocai at noon. She didn't have a great appetite at night, so she didn't order takeout, and was going home to cook a bowl of noodles by herself.
At this time, it was the peak period for delivering meals to the sky, and he was busy until 8:30, when he had time to buy something to eat, and ate while standing on the side of the road.
The area he is in charge of is not in the city center, the traffic on the street is not particularly large, and no one in a hurry pays attention to this takeaway brother who is eating on the street.
Xiang Changkong's job is to deliver meals to others every day, but his meals have always been handled this way.
Another person came over with a battery car under the street light and parked the car next to his car. Looking up at Zhang Kong, it was the person he often met when delivering meals.
"Hey, buddy, we meet again, we are really destined." The man carried the plastic bag in his hand, walked to Xiang Zhangkong, and stood side by side with him.
Xiang Changkong remembered that he was not very friendly to him yesterday, but he didn't say much, just nodded to him, and answered lightly "Yeah".
"You're eating dinner so late, you're really tired from doing our job!" He opened the lunch box in his hand as he spoke, and the aroma of the food slowly overflowed from it.
It smells good, but it doesn't look very good. Xiang Changkong glanced at the bowl in his hand and asked, "Why is your noodles so battered?"
The little brother patted the back of his head and said with a wry smile: "Hey, don't mention it, this was originally delivered to the guest, but I fell on the way to pick up the meal, which delayed a little time. The meal was not delivered to the guest. I don't want a refund, I can only buy it myself."
It has been at least two hours since it was done.
Xiang Changkong was silent for a while, then said to him, "Safety comes first in food delivery, where did you not get hurt?"
"It's all skin injuries, it's not in the way." The little brother laughed twice, rolled up a chopstick and ate it in one bite, "Don't look at this batter, it still tastes good! I can't bear to buy such an expensive one. bowl of noodles."
Xiang Zhangkong looked at his dry face and handed him the mineral water he just bought: "I haven't drunk it."
The little brother was stunned for a moment and gave him a big smile: "Thank you, buddy!"
His skin is the same as that of other delivery workers, because of prolonged exposure to the sun and rain, he is darker than the average person. But his teeth were whiter than ordinary people, and he grinned like this, revealing big white teeth, looking a bit silly and cute.
Perhaps because he received a bottle of mineral water from Xiang Changkong, this buddy couldn't hold back his words: "Although I was unlucky today, it is fortunate that the customer didn't complain to me in the end, or I would have been in vain for the day."
Xiang Changkong nodded and continued to eat.
"Sometimes I really feel that we are so miserable, we are exhausted and exhausted, and we have to get angry everywhere." The little brother poked the cold noodles in the bowl with chopsticks and complained, "If it weren't for the skewers for me and my wife. Shop, I've already quit."
Xiang Changkong glanced at him: "Chuanchuan shop?"
"Well, my wife and I want to open a Chuanchuan store. It doesn't need to be big, a small storefront is enough. But opening a store requires money, and the rent is expensive. I'm working so hard now to save enough money early."
"I see."
"My daughter-in-law is also working very hard. Like me, she goes out early and returns late every day to work, but she is very happy to see us getting closer and closer to our goal!" He said, and asked Xiang Changkong, "How about you? , what are your dreams?"
Xiang Zhangkong's eyes were slightly stagnant, as if he was in a trance: "Dream?"
"Yes, our takeaway brother also has dreams!"
Xiang Changkong didn't answer for a while, he remembered the letter that was torn in half in the trash can.
A car passed the road in front of them, the headlights flickering so hard to keep one's eyes open. He raised his eyes slightly towards the sky and looked at the night sky. I don't know since when, it is difficult to see the stars in the city, and in the boundless sky, only darkness is left.
"I don't have anything that big, I just want to put my sister in college."
I didn't expect Xiang Changkong to answer this, the little brother who asked the question stayed for a few seconds before asking, "Do you still have a younger sister?"
"Well, I'm going to the third year of high school this year." Xiang Changkong finished his lunch, packed it, and threw it into the trash can beside him.
Seeing that he was pushing the battery car and was about to leave, the little brother quickly stood up holding the packing box and shouted to him, "Hey, buddy, my name is Cheng Peng, what's your name?"
Xiang Changkong stepped onto the battery car and looked back at him: "My name is Xiang Changkong."
The person who named it said that it means yearning for the sky.