In the coffee shop, the time on the clock pointed to nine-thirty, and the black liquid in the still gave off a strong aroma. A sudden rain brought more business to it.
At this time, the boss Zhang Lei stopped hibernating in the office and went out of the store to help. A melancholic blues, featuring a song of sadness and happiness. The voices of the waiter and customers teasing filled every corner of the store, and occasionally there was the sound of Youyan breaking a plate.
It's been a month, and she still occasionally breaks dishes or something. The waiter once asked him privately that Youyan was so stupid, how could he use her for so long? He replied that these "unexpected" expenses would be deducted from Youyan's salary. He is not a kind person, and he can distinguish between public and private affairs, but she is indeed more than a little clumsy.
However, when I sent her home last night, I saw her residence, a veritable slum in G City, dirty and dilapidated. I saw her solemnly bowing to him to thank him for seeing her off, and I saw her back skillfully avoiding the alley. The potholes made his heart hurt slightly.
He was a self-possessed person, but his emotions got out of control twice overnight. Was it because of the overwhelming sadness in her eyes when she said that Brother Chi was dead, or because of the thin but determined back
He sighed, and before he could think about it, the sudden cry from the store disturbed his thoughts. He frowned and looked, and found that it was a young girl covering her face and choking. Her companion was busy trying to comfort her, but To no avail.
Everyone in the store also looked over curiously.
Youyan had already run over and whispered to the girl's companion.
"There are less than two hours left before the interview, but my friend's work is soaked and turned into a mess." The girl's companion, a round-faced girl, said with an annoyed look on her face, with tears in her voice. sound.
Many people cast sympathetic glances, but they quickly disappeared. The world is cold, and most of the things that have nothing to do with you are just a bustle.
The waiter felt pity for her and came over and said, "Little sister, I'll give you a cup of cappuccino. It's full of milk and sugar. Don't cry. Crying won't help, right?"
"But she went through a lot of difficulties and interviews before she got the chance to re-examine with this company." The round-faced girl whispered.
"Look, this company you mentioned seems to be extraordinary. Where is she going for an interview? What time?" The waiter became curious.
"Art Consulting Club, eleven thirty."
Youyan was stunned, her hands were slightly loose, and the tray almost fell down. The waiter quickly grabbed the family member with quick eyes and glared at her.
The girl who had been hanging her head suddenly raised her eyes and said with tears in her eyes: "I learned painting when I was ten years old and have worked hard for so many years. When others were playing, I was thinking hard about how to improve my painting skills. Four years ago, Ever since I saw Mr. Gu's paintings, I have always longed to work in the Art Consulting Club he runs. This painting was one that he asked me to paint by name when he came to our school for recruitment, but I failed... "
"Are you a student of University G?" Youyan was stunned.
The two girls didn't care about anything else and just nodded.
"Can you show me the painting?"
The waiter hummed: "It's troublesome, do you know how to read it?"
The girl also looked at her suspiciously. She was slightly embarrassed and lowered her head. The girl was also a little embarrassed, thinking that even though she was a waiter who didn't know how to draw well, she still had good intentions, so she nodded with tears in her eyes. He took out a scroll from beside his chair.