"Number 122!"

With a cry, the girl snuggled up at the counter raised her head slightly.

The sun at three o'clock in the afternoon was just right, shining on her angular side face, which was different from the outline of ordinary people, and her appearance looked a little foreigner.

She was holding a book in her hand, and if she ignored the title of the book, "The Domineering Prince's Little Wife", it would be a very beautiful picture.

"There are still people eating hot pot at this point?" She straightened up lazily, put the book in her hand, and muttered, her voice low and a little hoarse, not at all the taste of an adolescent girl's voice.

"If there is money to be made, you don't care when he eats." The person who said this was called Xiaolu, who came to work with her, and they were classmates.

As she spoke, Midori slapped the order ticket on the table.

The girl at the counter smiled with the corners of her mouth curled, and typed out the bill with the meter with a swift movement.

She was very thin, with slender fingers and distinct phalanges on her hands, Xiao Lu leaned on her side to watch her make a single order, and couldn't help but cover her face after a while.

"Oh, yes, Zhuang Yan, if only you were a boy."

Zhuang Yan smiled, she raised a pair of raised eyes, and said with a smile: "If I'm a boy, then what's the matter?" ”

Xiao Lu pretended to be naïve and said, "Then I can chase you." ”

Zhuang Yan laughed twice: "Can't girls chase girls?" ”

Little Green pouted: "What about giving birth." ”

"Alas, little green, you are only a few years old and you are already full of maternal radiance." Zhuang Yan tore off the meter and stuffed the coupon into Xiao Lu's hand, Xiao Lu blinked, and the silver powder on her eyelashes was shiny, like a girl.

It's the weekend, and they don't work the night shift.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhuang Yan and Xiaolu changed shifts.

They changed clothes in the locker room, Zhuang Yan wore a school uniform, the school uniform was very unsightly, Xiao Lu leaned against the door, put her hands on her chest, and watched Zhuang Yan take off the uniform of the hot pot restaurant, put on her shirt, and then put on the school uniform.

"Eh," she said, "have you ever thought about modeling?" ”

Zhuang Yan looked back at her.

"You're so tall, so good-looking, so beautiful, you're still mixed-race, and your hardware is so good, why don't you be a model?" Midori asked curiously.

Zhuang Yan seemed to think that Xiao Lu was a little cute, and she raised her eyebrows: "Really?" Oh, so you think I'm in good shape and beautiful. ”

"Hey, can you get to the point!" Little Green's face was flushed, and he almost wanted to jump to his feet.

"Didn't think about it." Zhuang Yan zipped up her coat and prepared to go outside.

Xiao Lu grabbed her by the hand: "Zhuang Yan, I'm serious, do you know that "Starlight Sho" magazine? I read that the magazine is looking for high school models, and I heard that there are thousands of dollars, and I know your mother ......."

Before she could say anything, Zhuang Yan suddenly turned her head, and she stretched out her finger and lightly touched Xiao Lu's lips.

They are at the age of beauty-loving, Xiao Lu is like all normal college girls, using cosmetics, and she has a thin lip gloss on her lips, and now she feels a little embarrassed to be touched by Zhuang Yan like this.

Zhuang Yan laughed and spoke quickly: "Thank you." ”

She looked up at her watch and said, "I have to go, I have a part-time job in the evening." ”

"You ......"

Xiao Lu wanted to say something, but Zhuang Yan had already walked out.

She saw Zhuang Yan's back, she stepped on the bicycle skillfully, and after a while, she disappeared into the depths of the crowd.

***

Zhuang Yan does have a part-time job at night, in a shop on the outskirts of the city.

The store is located on the outskirts of the city, and it is obviously not very good business, and it has only one clerk, Zhuang Yan.

This shop will only be better on weekend nights, and the proprietress is supported by the wealthy businessmen in this neighborhood, so she doesn't take care of things, and she opens a shop to pass the time, so she invited Zhuang Yan.

Anyway, high school students are simple, like Zhuang Yan, who is not nosy, is the best.

The location of this store is very awkward, on the outskirts of the city, but it is a little far from the rich area, and the things in it are very beautiful, but they are all imported products, and at that time, the price was relatively expensive.

Zhuang Yan parked her bicycle at the door and looked into the store, there were only a few customers in twos and threes, and the proprietress chatted with them with a ride, and when she saw Zhuang Yan coming, she just raised her eyebrows, it seems that today's business is not very good.

Zhuang Yan smiled, doing business, where is it like this.

But the proprietress doesn't treat her well, and inexplicable scolding is common, but fortunately, the salary is good, Zhuang Yan's personality is okay, and she can endure her strange temper.

But in business, Zhuang Yan never said a word,

The customers came and asked a few questions, but the proprietress said something, but they couldn't pick it up.

The business didn't work out.

The proprietress was not annoyed, and sat down at the counter to watch TV.

Zhuang Yan didn't have a seat, so she snuggled up to the door and watched.

Not far away, the lights gradually turned on, sparsely.

Also, Zhuang Yan thought to herself, there are not many rich people who can live in that area.

It doesn't seem to be much business today.

She lowered her eyes to look through the pockets of her clothes—the proprietress acquiesced to her behavior.

However, before she could move, customers came to the store.

It's a girl.

You may be a little younger than yourself.

Zhuang Yan looked at it - she didn't look very old, her face was good-looking, she was smart, and she was wearing a school uniform, not Zhuang Yan's loose sportswear style, but the school uniform of a nearby private middle school.

What do private middle schools do to learn advanced foreign ideas, the school uniform is unified in British style, white shirt, black bow, jujube red coat with a blue-green plaid skirt.

There's also a badge on his chest, which is really British.

Unfortunately, this little girl is not very British, with black hair and big eyes, a goose egg face, and a bow hairpin on the back of her head, although she is a little beauty, she is a standard Chinese at first glance.

The other party wearing a foreigner's uniform, and the fake foreign devil wearing a standard Chinese-style school uniform - it is himself.

Humans are so funny.

Zhuang Yan laughed twice in her heart.

The girl looked a little cramped, Zhuang Yan stepped forward and asked, "What do you want to buy?" ”

The girl took two steps back, looked at Zhuang Yan with a pair of eyes, thought for a moment, and pointed to the things on the shelves.

Zhuang Yan took a look at it, it was a thing that Zhuang Yan didn't know.

"Oh, I'll show you."

Zhuang Yan didn't know what this thing was for, but she still didn't show it, she took it from the cabinet and carefully handed it to the girl.

Unexpectedly, the girl hurriedly shook her head: "No, no...... Don't look at it. ”

Zhuang Yan raised her eyebrows.

The girl was a little reciprocated: "I...... Actually, I come to see it every day after school, and I've been watching it for a long time. ”

I see.

Zhuang Yan laughed: "One thousand." ”

The girl seemed to have saved money for a long time, and took it out of her backpack one by one, and Zhuang Yan felt a little funny when she looked at her like that.

"Are you giving it away?" She asked.

The girl was stunned, then nodded: "My father's birthday is coming." ”

Oh, send Daddy.

Zhuang Yan smiled, wrapped the thing, and asked, "Do you want to write a message?" We offer small cards here free of charge. ”

The girl's face flushed: "My words are not very good......"

Then she said, "You can write it for me." ”

Zhuang Yan raised her eyebrows.

"What if my words look worse than yours?"

Her tone was flirtatious, with a smile on her face, and the girl blushed: "No...... Never mind. ”

So Zhuang Yan took out a handful of colored paper: "Choose one." ”

The girl picked it up, and when she did it, she was unexpectedly serious, which made Zhuang Yan feel very novel.

She seemed to like this kind of fancy thing.

Zhuang Yan thought to herself.

She chose a pale green one with small white flowers printed on it.

"Just write, send you a happy birthday," she whispered, "dear Daddy." ”

Zhuang Yan wrote according to her words, her handwriting is indeed beautiful, the girl watched from the side, and couldn't help blinking: "Your handwriting is very beautiful." ”

"Really?" Zhuang Yan raised her eyebrows, "A lot of people say that. ”

The girl smiled, it seemed that it was only for a moment, but Zhuang Yan caught it.

She laughed a little silly, Zhuang Yan thought to herself.

"Okay, what about the payment?" She asked.

"Love your crane taro—the crane of the crane, the taro of the artichoke."

It turned out that her name was Hetaro, which was very in line with her temperament, Zhuang Yan thought.

She wrapped the paper and things together and put them in paper bags.

The girl named Crane Taro seemed to be very happy and said thank you repeatedly.

Zhuang Yan sent her out.

The girl did not look back, but carefully held the object in her hand, as if she were holding a treasure.

Zhuang Yan kept looking at her until her figure faded into the night.

A girl from a rich family.

Zhuang Yan thought to herself.

Probably with myself, there will never be any intersection again.