"At a young age, you're running a column in a national magazine, and you're constantly participating in essay contests, big and small, and the more your articles are published in the days to come, the more readers you'll have. ”

"This kid is the first reader you meet in life, but he certainly won't be the last. ”

"If there are many such people in the future, don't you have to help them?"

"You've only just joined the WTO, where do you get the energy and financial resources to help them?"

After becoming an adult, Song Xiangran rarely listened to Gao Huijuan say these words to herself.

When Song Xiangran was still young, she was full of curiosity about everything, and often took Gao Huijuan's hand and asked her what this was and what it was, and every time, Gao Huijuan would be patient and explain to Song Xiangran over and over again.

Regarding the truth of how to behave in the world, Song Xiangran has not heard others tell him for a long time.

After all, having lived two lifetimes, Song Xiangran has long learned how to deal with the ups and downs of life alone.

It was precisely because she was too independent that Song Xiangran misunderstood what Gao Huijuan meant.

It's Song Xiangran who forgot, how can people who teach themselves carefully question their own ideas easily, no matter what angle they start from, Gao Huijuan is for her own good.

Thinking of this, Song Xiangran suddenly felt a little guilty.

"I see, Mom, you try this. Song Xiangran smiled and stretched out his hand to clip a chopstick meat for Gao Huijuan.

After about an hour, Qian Erkang's work was over, and he walked to the changing place and took out his original clothes from his staff cabinet.

Because of his poor family, Qian Erkang didn't have many clothes, and in winter it was a summer short-sleeved shirt inside, and a father's old winter coat was put on the outside.

Fortunately, the restaurant where Qian Erkang works has heating in winter and air conditioning in summer, so when Qian Erkang works, he rarely feels too cold or too hot.

But out of the door of the restaurant, when the temperature is neither high nor low in spring or autumn, Qian Erkang can only wear a short-sleeved shirt and carry it.

In the winter, he wears a coat, and when it is very cold, Qian Erkang will add another sweater, which is not wanted by Qian Erkang's cousin, it is a turtleneck sweater with some gray gray in pink and old.

So generally speaking, if it wasn't particularly cold, Qian Erkang wouldn't choose to wear that lotus pink sweater, otherwise, he would be embarrassed to go to school.

Today, the temperature in Fengshi is relatively low, so Qian Erkang brought his only sweater, thinking that it would be a weekend anyway, and he would not be seen by his classmates.

But Qian Erkang thought that he was going to chat with Song Xiangran later, he couldn't dress like this, if Song Xiangran saw it, would she laugh at herself?

After thinking about it, Qian Erkang gritted his teeth, put the lotus pink sweater into his old school bag, put on his old coat, and walked out of the workshop.

After coming out, Qian Erkang stood at the door of the workshop and looked at the position where Song Xiangran and his family were sitting just now, and found that the building was empty.

Qian Erkang's heart suddenly fell down, he was really too naïve, how could a person like Song Xiangran really wait for him here, and then go to chat together?

Just as Qian Erkang lowered his head and was about to walk out of the restaurant door, a hand patted Qian Erkang's shoulder, and then Song Xiangran's voice sounded in Qian Erkang's ears.

"Erkang, I'm waiting for you. "Song Xiangran is a little shorter than Qian Erkang, and he needs to raise his head to talk to him.

Although Qian Erkang had already seen Song Xiangran up close when he was in the seat just now, this time, the faces of the two people were closer, and when Qian Erkang looked down at Song Xiangran, he could even see the hairs on her face clearly.

At that time, the camera had no way to restore the real thing, so when Qian Erkang saw Song Xiangran, he felt that she looked much better than in the photo.

Looking at Song Xiangran so closely now, Qian Erkang swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Although there are many good-looking girls in the high school that Qian Erkang studied, like Song Xiangran, who has blown-breakable skin, healthy and ruddy, coupled with delicate and smart facial features, Qian Erkang has never seen it.

Maybe he hasn't seen enough of the world, looking at Song Xiangran so closely, deep in Qian Erkang's heart, a seed is about to sprout, but no one knows.

"Xiang Ran, Sister Xiang Ran. Qian Erkang smiled and said, "I thought you had something to do and left first, I didn't see you in the restaurant just now, so I thought I would go back first." ”

Qian Erkang suddenly found that Song Xiangran was now standing alone in front of him, and the two people who were eating with her just now were gone.

"You, where are your parents?" said Chancon, looking around, still nowhere to be found.

Seeing Qian Erkang's looking around, Song Xiangran felt a little funny.

"My parents have something to do, so let's go home first," Song Xiangran smiled and patted Qian Erkang's shoulder and said, "There's a café in front, let's go there." ”

Qian Erkang was about to nod, but the price of the café suddenly flashed in his mind, and his pace slowed down, standing still and not moving.

Sensing the pause of the descendants, Song Xiangran turned around strangely and found that Qian Erkang was standing in place in some embarrassment, motionless.

"What's the matter, Erkang?" Song Xiangran walked to Qian Erkang's side, raised his head slightly and asked.

After a long time, Qian Erkang told the real reason.

"Sister Xiangran, I, I don't have any money, that café ...... It's too expensive for me to go. Qian Erkang's hands hung down between his legs, his shoulders were also shrugged, and the whole person looked listless.

Song Xiangran was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile and said, "You don't have to worry about this, that store was opened by my friend, so I don't need money if I go." ”

Of course, Song Xiangran made this up casually, just to avoid embarrassing Qian Erkang so much.

"Really?" said Chancon.

Song Xiangran hurriedly nodded affirmatively, and then pulled Qian Erkang's sleeve and walked towards the coffee shop.

After the reform and opening up, people's lives have become more colorful, and many stores for the purpose of enjoyment have opened, attracting a large number of customers to come to consume.

Shops like coffee shops are now ubiquitous in big cities like Toyoshi. But even so, there are still people who can't afford to go to places like that.

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