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"You don't seem to be bothered." Zhang Ziche always brought the tea ordered by the guests, and said with a smile.

Maybe a person's state of mind will really affect a person's appearance, and the current Zhang Ziche is not like he was fired before when he was fired for nothing.

Missing the depressed Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ziche gives people a warm and amiable feeling.

Zhang Ziche's appearance is not the kind that will be remembered at a glance, but he will give people a sense of unwarranted trust, just like an old friend who has not seen each other for many years, and when guests see him, they will always unconsciously tell their stories.

He heard a lot of stories from his guests, some of them embarrassing, some of them gnashing their teeth. But after hearing so much about it, he never chose who to make a contract with.

After a long time, Zhang Ziche became a little anxious.

Yang Jinse didn't urge him, but maybe it was for this reason that Zhang Ziche was a little embarrassed.

"Well, will I affect the business of the store like this?" When Zhang Ziche saw that Yang Jinse picked up the kettle and was about to boil a pot of hot water to make tea, Zhang Ziche took the kettle and asked while receiving the water.

"How come," Yang Jinse's attention focused on the dazzling array of tea cans, "The principle of making a contract with living beings is to follow fate. ”

"You don't think he's suitable to make a contract with you, it's not a big deal, it's just that fate hasn't arrived." Yang Jinse finally chose a porcelain jar with blue and white on a white background among the bottles and cans, "Well, Biluochun is more suitable for this season." ”

Biluochun slowly stretched under the boiling water, gradually fulling up.

Everything is predestined, so what's the difference between being in a hurry and not being in a hurry?

Zhang Ziche also simply sat down in front of the sea of tea, and the two drank tea and chatted about the latest interesting things.

A few days passed like this, and a teenager who looked like a junior high school student pushed open the door of Nianhua.

From the first step of the teenager entering the store, Zhang Ziche observed the young man - the young man's appearance was very outstanding, tall, handsome and handsome. He has short hair, bright eyes, and an enviable healthy complexion.

But the young man's drooping head and the gloom in his eyes made Zhang Ziche a little curious, could there be anything holding him back at such an unrestrained age?

"Your order is ready," Zhang Ziche brought over the food that the young man had ordered, and said after setting it up, "You seem to have something on your mind, if you don't mind, you can talk to me." ”

The boy seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if someone had seen through his thoughts, and then the boy's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, "Uncle, do you believe the words of a child like me?" ”

"Maybe I'll believe what you say, but if you don't say it, I can't help it." Zhang Ziche said with a smile, and at the same time put the coke and toast slices that the boy ordered on the table.

The boy seemed a little hesitant, looked at the Coke in front of the table, and was silent for a while.

The buttered toast slices were particularly tempting to appetite, and the young man picked up the toast and took a bite, looking at Zhang Ziche who was sitting opposite, Zhang Ziche's gentle smile made him relax.

Putting down the toast in his hand, the young man wiped the corners of his mouth, as if he had made up his mind, and opened his mouth to say, "I ......"

The young man hesitated for a long time before Zhang Ziche understood his story.

Some time ago, the boy was involved in a car accident, and the accident caused the boy to lose a lot of blood, but when his father was donating blood to his son, he was told by the doctor that the blood types of the two did not match.

He was still unconscious on the operating table, and outside the operating room, his father and his mother were arguing, and he didn't see his father beating his mother like a madman, and he didn't see her crying after falling to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw not only the dazzling sunlight, but also his mother, whose eyes were swollen from crying, and his mother's eyes were not looking at him, and following his mother's gaze, he saw his father smashing the hospital wall with his fist outside the balcony.

"Mom, what's wrong with Dad?" The boy didn't know what was going on, but asked a little confused, "I'm fine, Dad tell Dad not to do this, Mom." ”

Unexpectedly, the boy's mother threw herself into the boy's arms, crying vigorously, and just chanted, "Xiao Geng, your father doesn't believe me, Xiao Geng." ”

Fifteen was a sensitive age, and he vaguely guessed something.

For the teenager's family, every minute and every second has become incomparably long.

When the doctor told him that he could be discharged from the hospital, the boy comforted himself with a hint of illusion, perhaps because he was thinking too much.

Along the way, the family of three was silent, and this breathless atmosphere spread until they returned home.

When he got home, the boy chose to hide in his room, he didn't want to face his parents like that, and the family photo that was clearly placed in front of the table was full of happy and satisfied smiles.

The young man was very aggrieved, and his eyes turned red.

The voices of the parents outside the room attracted the attention of the teenager, the voices of the two were not loud, and they sounded peaceful, but the two had not spoken to each other for too long before.

The boy pushed open the door to see what his parents were doing, and the moment he opened the door, he clearly heard his father telling his mother that he was going to divorce.

The boy stood in front of his door, and the sound of pushing the door open made his parents look away.

The mother never agreed, she tore the divorce agreement in her father's hand, and the young father's father turned around and left the house.

During the time of recuperation at home, the boy felt that his mother had changed, and his mother cried every day, and if the phone rang at home or on his mobile phone, he would rush over like a madman, and listen to the voice that was not his husband's, so he would be stunned as if he had lost his soul, and would not reply to the phone.

The dullness of the house was almost out of breath for the boy. When the boy was able to walk slowly, his mother cried and told him to go with him to his father to find him.

From the first time, the people in the father's unit surrounded them, and the mother and son talked about it, and later, when they saw the two of them and walked away, the young man didn't want to come anymore.

He knew that his father would not return.

Every time he and his mother came, his father never showed up.

He didn't tell his mother that just yesterday when he wanted to go to the bathroom, he met his father around the corner of the hallway.

When his father saw him, he was stunned at first, as if he was thinking about something, and he thought that his father would at least say "son" to him.