"Junjun, you say, is there a woman in this world who doesn't love beauty?" Zifang's eyes were shining, and he looked at Zijun who was standing next to him, as if there was a streamer flickering there. "No! In the past, the conditions were not good, and I couldn't eat enough, so maintenance was of course a rich man's business. You see, now, life is getting better and better, not to mention women, even men will pay more attention to their image. Junjun, I have already thought about it, this industry does not have high requirements for academic qualifications, and when I have saved enough money, I will start my own business. ”

This kind of Zifang is really charming and dazzling, her pride is not all unfounded, since entering this industry, she began to study seriously, carefully observe, her current boss, only in this year has added a five-star beauty salon, the location is better than her current work here, the decoration is more luxurious, and the fees are higher.

Six years ago, her boss Mr. Wang was just a young man who came to the city with 2,000 yuan to pursue his dream. She started from scratch, and in just six years, she has accumulated a net worth of nearly hundreds of millions. This is the most proud past of the boss, and it has been used to inspire every employee of the company.

"Sister, that's great. I support you!" Zijun listened to Zifang's words, as if that beautiful scene had appeared in front of her, it was good to have a dream! She was really happy, her sister came to Shenzhen at the right time! Her worries over the past year were superfluous, and she finally came out of that failed relationship.

"Junjun, do you want to consider doing this as well?"

"I don't know how to do it, but I think you're right. Sister, if you open a store, I can invest!"

Zifang was very moved, but deliberately quipped, "I have no experience in opening a store, are you afraid of losses?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm dying of money, and I don't have to work myself to make money!"

"Haha, little slippery head. Zifang laughed, "I also believe in you, Junjun, as long as we work hard, we will definitely have a sky of our own." Zifang's pride also infected Zijun, sweeping away the haze of the past year, why was he disliked by Teacher Xia, why was he insulted by Lin Ying, it was because he was not strong enough, so he would be so humble in love and so passive at work. So, I can too, Zijun said to himself.

On the first night in Shenzhen, Zijun had insomnia, and she remembered that the first night in Guangzhou was also lying in the same bed with Sister Zifang. At that time, her heart was confused, her father's illness, the pain of dropping out of school, and her own uncertain future, the strange city, the hot and humid sea breeze, and the unfortunate Ah Chun all made her unable to sleep. And today, full of pride and beautiful fantasies about the future, all this also makes her so excited that she can't sleep.

On January 22, 2001, the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, Zifang went to work early in the morning. Although she really wants to be with her sister all the time, there are many more appointments in the past two days than usual, and there are many people who come out to do the last maintenance before the New Year. Zijun read a book at home alone for a while, and felt a little bored, so he decided to go out for a walk. I finally came to Shenzhen, but I can't stay at home all day.

When I came out during the day, I obviously felt that the traffic was less than yesterday, and it seemed that no matter how busy the city was, it couldn't resist the footsteps of going home during the Spring Festival. Zijun was a little aimless, anyway, just hanging out, such a leisurely mood, how long has it been since I had a year, two years, or three years? Since that summer afternoon, it seems that it is the first time to find such a feeling. My brother's work performance is very good, and the family's debts are almost repaid, and it should be easy for her and her brother to pay for her sister's college expenses next year.

It was a feeling of relief that she had never felt before, and she saw that everything was so beautiful. Some of the shops on the street have closed, and this young city is mostly foreigners, so it is more empty than other cities during the Spring Festival.

Zijun stood outside the window, this is a pastry shop, from the glass window you can see all kinds of dim sum inside, small, delicate and attractive. How could she stop, Zijun was a little speechless, seeing this, she suddenly remembered the person she hadn't seen for more than a year, the boy who had given her a lot of care and love, I don't know how he is now? Yes, missing, although she can't give love, she has always treated him as a good friend, a good brother, and there have been too many good memories in the past years, and the smile in the photo is still as clear as yesterday.

"Welcome. Zijun pushed open the glass door, and a sweet female voice sounded in his ears. Rows of delicate dim sum are displayed in the display case, shimmering with a soft sheen and exuding an enticing fragrance, each one so cute, seducing lurking gluttonous insects, but a little expensive.

"Zijun, this is the cake I made, you can taste it. Looking at her with hopeful eyes, she knew his sincerity, but she couldn't reciprocate, so she just pretended not to understand and smiled and said, "Okay, let's see how Brother Jing's skills are now." It was the first time she had seen such a delicate cake, and she had eaten such a delicious cake, mellow, silky, sweet, and tender, and all kinds of sensations filled her taste buds, so delicious that she wanted to cry.

"Miss, are you going to buy this cake? It's called tiramisu, and it's our signature pastry. ”

"Tiramisu, that's a nice name. Zijun looked at the name on the menu.

"Yes, miss, tiramisu is not only delicious, but it is also especially suitable for your loved ones, because it has a moving story, would you like to hear it?"

"Well, okay. ”

"An Italian soldier was about to go to war, but there was nothing left at home, and his wife, who loved him, in order to prepare dry food for him, made all the biscuits and bread that could be eaten in the house into a pastry, which meant to take me away, and that pastry was called tiramisu. Whenever this soldier eats tiramisu on the battlefield, he thinks of his home and his loved ones. In Italian, tiramisu means 'take me away', taking away not only delicious food, but also love and happiness. The girl's sweet voice spoke.

"Is that so?" Zijun was a little distracted, he didn't expect a cake to have such a poignant story.

"Yes, it actually has another meaning - remember me. ”

"Really?" a stream of heat rushed upward, blurring his eyes. How can you not remember? those nuanced care, those little bits and pieces of getting along. Brother Jing, you are so stupid, you have done all this silently and still don't let me know. What kind of mood did you have in giving me this cake? If I hadn't overheard it today, would I never have known you were so affectionate?

"Do you want to buy one for your boyfriend?"

"Oh, no need, thank you. Zijun hurriedly waved his hand and escaped from the cake shop in a bit of embarrassment. It's just that, Brother Jing, I've lost you after all, I hope you can find something to find someone who is worth your effort.

"Xiaowei, why are you in a daze there?" a light male pastry chef walked out of the baking room, his voice elegant, interrupting Xiaowei's musings.

"Brother Jing, I'm not in a daze!" Xiaowei blushed and pursed her lips.