Deep night.
For the first time in Gu Miao's dark dreams, a faint light appeared.
He dreamed of talking to the girl for the first time.
It was an early autumn night in high school.
It was past eight o'clock in the evening, and there were only three or two people sitting in the powder shop.
Xiao Wang in front of the reception desk answered the phone and hurriedly said that there was something at home and that he might have to go first.
According to convention, there should be two people in the store, Xiao Wang is responsible for ordering and collecting money, and Gu Miao cooks noodles in the back kitchen.
Gu Miao found this job after a lot of hard work.
After the death of his parents, he left no inheritance. The uncle who adopted him was not rich at all. Now that he has a child, it is even more stretched.
So every day after school, he would go part-time for three hours and save some living expenses.
But part-time jobs are not easy to find, and I have asked several companies in a row, or they are afraid of causing trouble and do not hire students, but they are more disgusted that he is not easy to speak, and it is difficult to communicate.
He overwhelmed his salary very low, and the owner of the powder shop looked at him pitifully, and finally reluctantly agreed that he should cook noodles in the back kitchen.
This job is not easy to come by, and now the colleagues in the store have requests from him, so it is not good not to agree.
Seeing that he was a little hesitant, Xiao Wang said anxiously, "There are not many people in the store now, so you just sit here, they order, you just nod your head, you don't need to say anything."
Gu Miao thought for a while and nodded hesitantly.
In fact, he was just afraid of speaking slowly, making customers dissatisfied and causing trouble for the store.
"Thank you very much." Xiao Wang smiled and patted his shoulder: "Thank you for another day, brother."
There was really no one in the store. After Xiao Wang left, a few diners finished eating the noodles, paid the money and left.
Gu Miao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In the early autumn, the sycamore tree next to the store is golden, and the evening wind blows down a few leaves, which fall erratically on the steps in front of the store.
Gu Miao lowered her head to sort out the money in the cashier when she heard a few slight noises at the door.
He raised his eyes and saw the girl walking into the store slowly with an off-white schoolbag on her back.
The dark blue autumn school uniform made her face white, and the incandescent lights in the store reflected her slightly raised peach eyes.
At this moment, the girl was raising her head slightly, looking intently at the menu posted on the wall. After a while, she turned her head and asked him, "What is Sanxian in Sanxian Rice Noodles?"
Her voice was clear and melodious, like a stream on a spring hill flowing over a dry ridge.
Gu Miao's heart trembled fiercely.
"That's right, incense, shiitake mushrooms."
Gu Miao paused, wishing to slap her disobedient mouth.
He closed his eyes resignedly, waiting for the girl to interrupt him impatiently.
The store was silent, and even the sound of yellow leaves falling on the steps could be clearly heard.
The disgusting tone that had appeared countless times in memory did not appear.
Gu Miao's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes to look at her.
The girl's eyes were clear, like a bottomless lake, without a trace of impatience, but with some shallow doubts: "Apart from mushrooms, what else?"
She didn't care about her stuttering.
Gu Miao breathed a sigh of relief, her icy heart slowly melted away, and the words came out smoothly: "Also, lean meat and pork liver."
There was a faint smile on the girl's lips: "Then let's have a bowl of three fresh rice noodles, add a fried egg, thank you."
Gu Miao pursed her lips and nodded slightly.
Under the bright lights in the store, he looked at the slender back of the girl, only to feel a light slowly rising from the bottom of his dark heart.
This was the first time someone had treated him so patiently and peacefully.
He went back to the kitchen, silently bowed his head and boiled the powder before serving it to the girl.
"Thank you." She thanked with a smile, two sweet little dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Gu Miao felt that her heart was hit hard, and her auricle couldn't help but feel warm.
"No, no need."
The clock on the wall was beeping, and there was no one in the store. After Gu Miao returned to the cashier, she took out her textbook and lowered her head to read quietly.
But his mind was erratic, and his eyes couldn't help but drift not far away.
Before turning a few pages of the book, a tall figure ran rampantly into the store.
Gu Miao raised her eyes, saw the person coming, her eyes flashed, and her hand holding the textbook was quietly clenched.
That was Wang Donghai from their class, the "boss" of the class, who likes to tease him the most on weekdays.
Wang Donghai didn't expect Gu Miao to work in this store, so his thick thick eyebrows raised in surprise, walked into the counter and slapped it hard.
Gu Miao put down the book and stared at him with black stern eyes without a trace of emotion.
"A bowl of clear soup noodles with beef." After he finished speaking, he turned around and found a seat to sit down.
There was no finding fault.
Gu Miao was a little surprised. Wang Donghai is a group of people. He likes to give him some color on weekdays. If he is passing by and kicking his desk, a group of people gather together and make him stutter.
But today, he just let go of this opportunity to find trouble.
No hassle is of course the best.
Gu Miao breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to the kitchen, cooked a bowl of clear soup powder according to his wishes, and added two spoonfuls of beef according to the normal amount.
Wang Donghai eats quickly. He is a member of the school basketball team. He is tall and big, and his consumption is naturally large. By the time he had cleaned up the soup, Cheng Chu had just finished eating it.
The two stood in front of the cashier to check out.
"How much?" Wang Donghai glanced at the price list on the wall and asked knowingly.
The price is clearly marked in the store. Generally, customers will calculate the money by themselves and pay directly without asking much.
Gu Miao knew that he should be looking for faults, and her thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.
This time, he must not stutter, he thought to himself.
But he opened his mouth, but his mouth was still repeating the number as if he was not instructed: "Ten, ten, ten."
The corner of Wang Donghai's mouth raised a malicious smile. He took out a crumpled ten yuan note from his pocket and threw it directly on the cashier: "Oh, ten yuan, here it is."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the bag on the chair, turned around and left.
The clear soup powder and beef totaled 15 yuan, and Wang Donghai clearly did it on purpose.
If there is a shortage of money in the store, you have to pay for it yourself.
Gu Miao's daily salary is not much, even if it is five yuan, it is cherished for him.
So even if you know that you stop him, you will definitely be confronted with evil words, and you may even argue with him clumsily.
Gu Miao still gritted her teeth and walked out of the cashier to stop Wang Donghai.
But before he could stop him, the girl standing behind had already taken a step forward and quickly walked to Wang Donghai, blocking his path.
The girl was slender, a head shorter than Wang Donghai, but she still raised her head without fear, her peach blossom eyes were clear and moving.
"He hasn't finished saying the price yet, do you remember to pay like this?"
Wang Donghai knows Cheng Chu, Gao Duanhua, who doesn't know
He even secretly told jokes with colors with his brothers, and the protagonist of this joke was naturally the most beautiful girl in this grade.
But when this beautiful girl stood in front of him and accused him, Wang Donghai still felt unhappy in his heart.
"I gave him the ten dollars he said, what's wrong?" He pinched his neck and looked at Cheng Chu condescendingly.
Just as Gu Miao was about to speak, she saw the girl folded her arms around her chest, looked up and down at Wang Donghai a few times in disdain, sneered, and said, "You are such an old man, and you still play such a bad debt."
She pointed to the price list on the wall, and said loudly, "If you eat clear soup noodles with beef, ten yuan for clear soup noodles, and five yuan for beef, ten plus five equals fifteen, wouldn't you count, you are really us. High school?"
Wang Donghai was blushing when he was told, but he couldn't say anything to refute, so he took out five yuan from his pocket and threw it at Gu Miao: "Here, I can't explain clearly, what else are you going to sell? thing."
He threw his schoolbag on his back, stopped looking at Cheng Chu, and strode away from the fan shop.
Cheng Chu looked at his back, rolled his eyes, and whispered, "Who is this?"
She turned around, only to see Gu Miao squatting on the ground, silently picking up the crumpled five dollars.
The boy was wearing the shop's wide overalls, which made him pale and thin.
Cheng Chu felt inexplicably sour in her heart. She pursed her lips and said softly, "Don't care about this kind of person."
The coldness just now faded away, and the girl's voice was soft and soft.
Gu Miao only felt that she was fed a soft cotton candy, and her sweet heart was about to melt.
He flattened the wrinkled five dollars, put it in the cashier, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, thank you."
"No, no." Cheng Chu took out the money from his pocket and handed it to him: "I'm Sanxianfen plus eggs, a total of thirteen yuan, right?"
The girl's fingers were slender and slender, and her nails were neatly trimmed.
It's a pair of hands playing the piano.
Gu Miao lowered her eyes and saw a flat ten-dollar bill and a one-dollar coin folded into a hill in her palm.
"I, I, please, thank you, thank you, help me."
Gu Miao didn't know how to thank him, so she could only say this.
Although thirteen yuan was his salary for almost half a night, thinking that it was spent for her, a sweet secret happiness arose in his heart.
"Don't, don't you lose a lot in this way? I got you five yuan back, and you took thirteen yuan back."
Afraid that he would refuse, the girl put the 13 yuan directly on the cashier, and ran away with her schoolbag on her back.
The sycamore leaves at the door were falling, and Gu Miao looked at her light back and smiled involuntarily.
When the back figure disappeared, he reacted as if he had just woken up from a dream.
It's been a long time since I laughed.
The hour hand slowly turned to nine o'clock, and it was time to get off work.
When Gu Miao closed the door of the store, the strong tremor in his heart not only did not stop, but gradually became stronger, like a flame that burned more and more in winter, burning the cold corner of his heart.
He began to look forward to the day when he could get a little closer to the girl who was as dazzling as the sun, even if it was just to say a word or a few words to her.
But when autumn comes and spring comes, the sycamore tree outside the store has lost all its leaves, and has grown new green again.
The girl never came.
Gu Miao rarely saw her at school, and only a few times, the girl was surrounded by many people.
And he has no chance of getting close.
Life seems to have returned to its original position, and the splendid morning sun has disappeared in his life.
But the warm touch still seemed to be engraved in his heart and melted into his soul.
He thought that the closest distance between them would only be passing by in the corridor.
Never thought that one day, the girl would appear in his life again.
At that moment, like dead wood reborn, his dead heart came alive in an instant.
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