When we finished eating, my mother put away the dishes and chopsticks, and when Brother Pig and I lay down to sleep, I vaguely heard my hard-working mother still washing dishes in the kitchen.

When I woke up, my hard-working mother had already cooked the rice and waited for us, and she also deliberately washed the steaming bucket that had been useless and steamed a bucket of rice for us. Steamed rice is more fragrant than other methods, and even if it is stuffy from the rice cooker, it cannot be compared to the delicious and familiar dishes with fragrant rice.

We have a big appetite, and at this time, we don't care about what healthy eating says: eat well in the morning, eat enough at noon, and eat less at night. The two of us just let go of our stomachs and ate, each of us ate three bowls, one bowl of porridge and two bowls of rice, and when we were full, we had the strength to go out and make money.

The business is really not as good as we imagined, and after walking all day, we basically ran all the storefronts related to clothes in the county, but we didn't get a single order.

Some stores even ignore us and directly throw us a sentence: we have our own sources of goods and do not consider cooperating with others. What is a bit rewarding is that there is a store willing to help us sell on behalf of us. But we don't agree with him.

What we need is to sell the goods quickly, and then use the money we make to pay the owner of the processing plant to offset the remaining half of the goods. If it is sold on a consignment basis, it will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Month?

If we are willing to take the road of consignment, why go back to our hometown, just go to Sijiqing in Hangzhou to find it.

After dinner in the evening, Brother Pig and I decided to go outside and see the night market in our hometown. Hangzhou's night market is so bustling and creates so many opportunities, and we also want to find opportunities in our hometown's night market.

Although the amount of our down jackets is too large to be sold in the night market, it is not very practical, but the night market in Hangzhou can sell well. Brother Pig has sold dozens of pieces in two days, why can't he try to find an opportunity in the night market in his hometown? Maybe a miracle will happen.

This time, God seemed to be deliberately testing us, and we searched the night market, but we couldn't find a single stall selling clothes. Only then did we understand that our hometown is a tourist city, and the most common things we do in the night market are supper and barbecue, all of which are mainly based on food.

When customers come here, they also need to taste the local food, and as for the clothes, they (she) are already wearing enough grades, so why bother to go to the stalls to buy those bargains? What's more, the concept of cheap and no good goods in our country is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

On Sunday, Brother Pig and I decided to change our route and ride our motorcycles to the country market to look for opportunities. I was busy all day, and I didn't get home until more than five o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't get an order.

The more cooperative methods proposed by the stores in the countryside are also consignment, asking them to pay for the goods first, and they all shake their heads, not wanting to take this risk.

Although we didn't get a single order, we found that the rural market has great potential. We went to several towns, and in the down jacket shops in those towns, there were many customers coming in and out to buy down jackets, and the business was very good.

We carefully inspected the down jacket and found that the quality was not as good as the one we had. We are confident that as long as we have time, we will be able to open up the market in this countryside.

Time, time, what we lack most now is time.

When I returned to Hangzhou that night, it was already past 11 o'clock at night, and when I got out of the train station, I was blown by the night wind, and I felt very cold. glanced at Brother Pig, he was also shrunk, and I realized that the mood would also affect the temperature.

When we came home, we were full of confidence, and although it was cold, we talked and laughed and constantly created a warm atmosphere, and we didn't feel cold. When we came back, we were exhausted and our mood fell to the extreme, we didn't even bother to move, let the cold surround us, and we were in a very bad mood with nothing, so we could only get colder.

When I got back to my room, it was already early in the morning, I dropped my bag, I didn't take a shower, I fell asleep on the chuang, and I didn't even look at the notebook that was pressed under the stone.

I was really tired and needed a good night's sleep, and I hope it will be a different sunny day tomorrow.

Missing is a very old topic, and I think it should have been there since humans had feelings. Today, people have derived countless meanings for it, and countless songs have taken it as the theme, and countless TVs have used it as the script, with only one purpose, to arouse people's yearning for longing, let the thought live in people's hearts, and let it become the object of people's thoughts.

What I want to say here is that after the relationship reaches a certain stage, the best way to deepen and consolidate it is to miss it. As long as the thoughts are generated, they affect the deep feelings in the heart, mobilize a person's emotions, and invest in the emotional feelings, which is the strongest and most likely to bear fruit.

In the face of the powerful power of emotions, reason seems so insignificant. It's not that the power of reason is small, but it's a last resort, and the feelings with emotions are difficult to resist.

People usually say that Xiao Bie is better than the newlywed, and I think that in this thinking should be the first credit. If longing is a drug, once a person in love is hit, it will be like snorting **, addictive. In the end, I was occupied by my thoughts and became a captive of love, which is why the lovelorn screamed in pain: The space of my thoughts is filled with your figure, lingering, and I only hope that you can miraculously change your mind in front of my eyes.

I think that I, who was thinking about Qian Anne with a notebook at the moment, had accidentally let that thought invade my nerves along my blood, and burrowed into my heart, and it was savagely trying to settle in it, whether I wanted it or not.

When I got up in the morning and sat on the balcony, I couldn't help but miss her. Even though I knew that she was away from home on a business trip, I couldn't help but climb over the railing a few times and lean closer to the window to see if she was inside.

After a few disappointments, I sat down and picked up my notebook, which was crushed under the stone. It was my new notebook, and she snatched it before I could make up for what she had torn out from memory.

Now that the notebook was repressed by her, there was no need to guess what she must have left on it? I can't wait to open it and see it.

Turning the title page, I saw all the content of our previous conversation, even the pictures on the earliest piece of paper were drawn on it, I was not surprised that she was able to add the pictures, I asked myself that I could do it, after all, a few pictures are still relatively impressive. What amazed me the most was that she was able to fill in all the contents of our previous ones, and they were exactly the same, even the content of the letter from the fateful thief Wu Mingshi to me was the same.