"Sister Dong, you can also call her Sister Dong. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info can be, anyway, her name is the same pronunciation, you feel free. ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the plaque at the entrance of the store, and then said to the young man, "Boy, the name of this shop is Qianxing Fan, and it is a place where fans are sold." You know, the people of Lingnan are all good at this side, and they begged the winter girl to paint them. If you get her fan, it's worth the old money!"

Pang Meng was a little dizzy when he heard it, and he looked up at the three big characters gilded on the plaque. In addition to being able to count all the time, children who can't even write their own names can't understand the three powerful characters of "Thousand Lines Fan". Just listening to the old man say this, he silently wrote it down in his heart.

He had just come down from the mountains, and he had not had even a penny on him, and he urgently needed to find a job to feed his stomach. He saw that the middle-aged man on the street had been beckoning people to apply, and he was so happy that he forgot to think about the fact that there were obviously people around him but no one was recruiting.

In fact, if he thinks about it a little, he may not have anything to do with him in the future.

Who wants this paradox here!

It's just that this job is not easy to find, and Sister Dong will decide whether to let him come to her store as a buddy after meeting him. In addition to some force, he has no strength, and he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, so he can't help but have some speculation in his heart.

It is said that this Sister Dong is a character, and everyone sells her face. Pang Meng, a child who doesn't care about the world, has some curiosity and fear in the face of this kind of mixed character.

Of course, he came for the silver, so he will naturally behave well.

The middle-aged man looked at him nervously, and the pheasant breath exuded from his body was like a child at a loss. So he comforted him: "Don't worry, Miss Winter is a kind-hearted person, you follow her to ensure that you don't starve to death." ”

Pang Meng thanked him, and involuntarily looked up at the inside of this shop.

Miss Dong is also Miss Dong. I don't know what her parents gave her name, but from the moment she was born, she was called Dong Dongdong.

The word winter, because when she was born, the heavy snow buried almost all the roads. That year, it was extremely cold.

She held a fan in her hand and sat casually on the soft couch in the middle room. Hibiscus face, willow eyebrows, a famous beauty in the capital is dressed in light blue, and the skin is as white as fresh snow. It's just that on this alluring face, there is a faint cold air everywhere. It's like a thorny snow lotus on an iceberg.

Dong Dongdong moved his body lazily, leaned on the couch and swept Pang Meng's face lightly, with a little alienation. "You are the little guy introduced by Li Dutou?"

The timbre is human, and there is no tone in it.

Pang Meng raised her head and glanced at the legendary strange woman who could eat anywhere, and then suddenly felt that she was looking at her boss so blatantly, especially the female boss who was a little out of proportion. So he hurriedly looked away and found a fan to fall down.

Only then did he say: "What the master said is right, the kid is a new guy, and he is looking for Sister Dong to ask for money." ”

The corners of Dong Dongdong's mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled gracefully. "Well, since you're here to beg for money, let's sell fans and make your own money. ”

Pang Meng was stunned, "Hey?"

Dong Dongdong got up from the soft collapse, and then walked towards him barefoot. She stopped beside Pang Meng. The elegant aroma lingered in Pang Meng's sensory system, and he felt that this taste matched the proprietress in front of him very well. I don't know, what kind of flowers and plants are made of incense that smells so good?

Dong Dongdong's cool voice sounded in his ears, "I am painting Liangyou for others, and you are naturally selling Liangyou." Is there anything wrong with making your own money and spending it yourself?"

Pang Meng still didn't understand, "What...... What is Ryoyou?"

Dong Dongdong casually picked up the fan on the stage next to him, and after closing the brush, he gently knocked on Pang Meng's head. "Stupid, Liangyou is a fan. I paint fans, you sell fans. The money you sell is your money, and you earn it yourself and spend it. ”

Pang Meng's whole person seemed to be beaten up, and he was stunned. "But don't you have to ...... money from selling fans?" he wanted to say, as a young man, shouldn't the money from the sale of fans be handed over to the proprietress in front of him?

Dong Dongdong looked at him and said with a smile: "Stupid." ”

Dong Dongdong walked to the door and lifted the bead curtain with one hand, and continued lightly: "Go to work every hour and close the store every hour, if you have a break or something important, just tell me." She looked back at Pang Ming and said, "My little man, do you remember clearly?"

Pang Meng was stunned, and then hurriedly bowed, "Got it, boss lady." ”

Dong Dongdong's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, "You still call me Sister Dong, the proprietress also calls people older." ”

Pang Meng: "......" This boss lady, oh no, Sister Dong, how old is it?

Sister Dong came to the front table and sat down, and Pang Meng followed behind. Seeing that Dong Dongdong sat down and just crossed Erlang's legs and fiddled with his confidant's nails, he felt bored and began to walk around the store, and took a white handkerchief to wipe those fans.

Dong Dongdong stopped him with words: "What are you doing, what are you doing? Don't wipe the fan, wipe the table and the ground." ”

Pang Meng thought to herself, she should be afraid that he would be clumsy and rude.

He walked to the shelf next to the door, ready to wipe it up from here, but saw that in front of the steps of the door of the thousand line fan, it turned out

There was a fortune teller pulling a cloth. The fortune teller was pale and had gray hair, but his skin was so good that he could hardly see any wrinkles. He felt strange and couldn't help but look at it twice.

Pang Meng couldn't help but be curious, so he asked Dong Dongdong: "Sister Dong, the old fortune teller at the door is setting up a stall at our door, isn't it?"

Pang Meng is worried that it will rob the flow of customers and affect the business.

Dong Dongdong said: "Old Xie, he is a person with great ability, don't underestimate him, let alone provoke him!"

Although Pang Meng didn't understand, he took back his eyes from looking at the other party, turned around and walked inside.

Half-fairy, why is it called half-fairy? Because half of it is in the red dust, and half of it is as clean as a fairy. He doesn't understand love, but he is entangled in the world. Therefore, either you will become a mortal completely, or you will abandon all the emotions that have been moved, and there will be no entanglement of love and hatred from now on, and the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha will always be with you.

Sister Dong said that such a person is very pitiful. People must at least have a thought in this life, otherwise they will be blind in this life.

Pang Meng was puzzled, but this Mr. Xie is just a fortune teller?

Sister Dong glanced at him and said, "I don't have eyesight, this is a fortune-telling half-fairy!"

Pang Meng wanted to say something, but saw Sister Dong suddenly stand up. The light coming in from the door was blocked, Pang Meng subconsciously looked at the door, and at the same time heard Dong Dongdong say, "Ouch, why is the young master here?"