After the spring rains, Guangzhou quickly entered summer.

I spent the weekend wandering around, trying to pick a suitable place to put my vending device.

The location doesn't have to be bustling, but it can't be a small alley, after all, you have to consider safety, don't be smashed by someone at two ends in three days......

After careful selection, I finally chose a small vacant lot in a shopping mall, and the rest of the construction went smoothly, and a month later, a simple "tin sheet" vending house was established.

I gave it a cute name: "Rice Comes Open Mouth Feeding Machine".

It is very easy for users to use, click on the unsold items and quantities on the menu, scan the code and pay successfully, the food will automatically appear in the shipping box, and then drop it to the pickup box.

In order to keep everyone enthusiastic about new things, I add a category to it every day, and then temporarily remove the food that has zero sales from the shelves every week to try to maintain a balance in quantity.

In terms of operation, I directly advertised in the official account of the food map, and the effect was remarkable, and in less than a week, its revenue was comparable to that of a tea restaurant.

What's more, it doesn't cost anything, it's like pie in the sky......

Maybe it's because God sympathizes with my miserable plight and my terrible love luck, so I have good fortune.

However, without a life of love, no matter how much bread you eat, you will not feel full.

I often face the food alone, and the heavy sense of loneliness arises spontaneously, and I can't breathe.

On this day, as usual, I was bored walking on the sidewalk covered with redbuds in Guangzhou, when a figure walked towards me.

At first, I didn't notice him until he approached and said with a smile, "Hey, why are you? Sha Baiting?

Hu Mengfan?

"Long time no see, why are you here?" I suddenly felt like I had been electrocuted, and my face was flushed to the base of my neck.

"You haven't answered me yet. He grinned, his thin single eyelid curled into a bridge.

Still so handsome, not the same as ever, I glanced at him and felt like I couldn't even speak.

"I ...... ...... travelling for business"

On the streets of a different place, I couldn't be too surprised to meet a junior high school classmate, and it was the one I had a crush on back then.

Seven or eight years have passed, and I still haven't grown at all, and my first reaction when I saw him was to hide myself.

On the contrary, he not only greeted me generously, but also took the initiative to leave his phone number and add my WeChat.

"I live in Guangzhou now, and come to play with me when I have time. ”

Then he passed me and disappeared at the end of the road.

That night, I had uncontrollably insomnia.

Until the second half of the night, I couldn't tell if I was asleep or awake.

The long night is like a song, chanting from the mouth of the summer insect, and the distant bell rings, as if the strings have moved, and the sound of the years resounded through the clouds.

"In the name of grass, wait for a rain that turns into white clouds. The blue sky, the sunshine, the swirling and flying pieces of paper, the beauty of the dream that cannot be let go of ······"

Everyone's adolescence should have a small drawer with a lock that hides some little secrets that they don't want to tell.

I'm no exception.

But there was nothing in my locked drawer, except a pen, a card, a letter.

It was a big pen, I used to think it was the largest ballpoint pen in the world.

Later, I learned that it was just a giveaway from the most popular carbonated drink "7-Up".

The barrel of the pen is printed with Chinese lines - "one point is transparent".

When he handed it to me, there were no refills in the belly of the big pen, and there were a lot of notes.

The kind of note that is passed out in class, there is actually nothing written in it, just a bunch of trivial things, such as how ugly the chemistry teacher is.

The only thing that is a little ambiguous is that he wrote a little story in a certain note:

The clouds in the sky fell in love with the grass on the ground, and every day it thought about how to fly over the distance of the sky to meet her. As the days passed, it drifted near and far, and occasionally the sunlight penetrated its body, and it felt the gaze of the weeds.

He said the story had no ending. By the time he spoke, the gardenias had already bloomed, and the time of junior high school was drifting away in the wind.

In the winter of the age of 15, he gave Christmas cards to every friend.

When I was studying at home, I was stepping on my shadow in the corridor with my head down, and he suddenly appeared in front of me, shaking the card in his hand.

"Here you go. ”

"Oh?

"Hmm. ”

"Hmmm······"

I took it, forgetting to say thank you, perhaps before he could turn and walk away.

Unwrapping the cellophane, it was a pale blue angel shaking a red brass bell.

The content is the most simple and ordinary blessing - Merry Christmas, may friendship be higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, but the mountains will collapse, the sea will dry, and it will spread like grass. Oh behave, don't give you a little sunshine and you will shine, give you a little flood and you will flood.

I read it three times, and his handwriting is beautiful, as beautiful as a passing phoenix, every feather is perfect, but every one is the same. I can only have one of them.

That night, I slept soundly, and we were friends.

In the middle school classroom, the seats are changed once a month. At one point, he sat in front of me.

The beginning and end of our friendship were condensed in that short and only month.

During class, my eyes swept over his head to the blackboard and the teacher, and at the end of class, he turned back to my table mates and joked about them.

His tablemate, nicknamed Piggy, is clumsy but cute.

Millet is my tablemate, and we have a very good relationship.

She has a cheerful personality, she starts chattering non-stop after class, she always has a lot to say, and even a boring math problem can be transformed into a flower by her.

I once couldn't help but say, "This can't be done."

She pretended to be angry: Don't you keep pouring cold water on me.

I paused for half a second and didn't know how to argue.

Hu Mengfan turned around and interjected: On a hot day, she can't splash you with hot water.

Xiaomi smiled evilly: Okay, you two teamed up to bully me!

At that time, I had a notebook and a fountain pen that I always used to carry with me.

Hu Mengfan had a black knife, so blunt that he couldn't even cut paper, but he used it to sharpen pencils.

Knives, copybooks and pens. Our initial approach to communication was simple:

I borrowed a knife, and he borrowed a notebook and a pen.

He used my pen to trace the articles on the notebook, and within a few days, all the blank paper was gone.

Millet said, he really is, he finished writing your notebook without asking you.

I smiled helplessly, actually very happy because I had his handwriting on my book.

Although it is described, it can also be seen that he wrote it.

Hu Mengfan said that the poster is not a post, but always a post. I've listened to it many times, and sometimes I have made a mistake to say it as a post.

Once I asked him: where is the post, give it back to me.

When the little pig heard this, he was astonished: What! The ring is back to you?

Everyone in the audience laughed wildly, and there are times in life that are always pure and happy......