How easy it was to work part-time in that store, and the clerk still had time to chat with customers.

If it was such a quiet shop, it would not spend money to hire part-time jobs.

Liang De looked at the memories of the woman behind the second door, although he rarely looked back, but in fact, he knew all those things.

The social practice report of the three years of high school is always a part-time job at a fried chicken restaurant.

But she didn't go to work at a fried chicken restaurant because she wanted to do social practice, she didn't have any money.

Additional exercises, extra competition preparation, extra after-school tutoring, all of these all cost money, and it's two dollars.

Juan Shiyu had a lot of extra dreams, about her brother, about herself, but she couldn't make additional demands on the guardian who had adopted them.

My aunt broke up with her boyfriend after adopting them, and she didn't get married until she was in college.

The inheritance and insurance money left by the parents are not much.

My aunt is a great person, but she is also just an introverted office worker who receives an ordinary salary.

There are many students who can ask their parents to ask relatives, colleagues and friends for summer social practice, and get a relaxed part-time job that doesn't need to be too serious, but she has no one to ask for.

So she asked all the shops in the neighborhood one by one, and chose the Korean-style fried chicken restaurant among the few stores that were willing to hire summer part-time workers.

The fried chicken restaurant does not give the highest hourly wage, and she chose this restaurant because her aunt and she both like to eat fried chicken.

The management of self-operated individual stores is not as strict as that of brand chains, and if there is unsold fried chicken when it closes, the clerk can take some back.

I also have the opportunity to choose, albeit rarely.

She said to herself in her heart.

A day when I don't have time for small talk looks like this:

Get up at 5 o'clock in the morning to read and do problems, ride a bicycle to the store at 8:30 to prepare, open at 10 o'clock, close at 10 o'clock in the evening, pour oil, brush the fryer, clean up, and dispose of garbage...... It takes about an hour for these things to close, close at eleven o'clock, and ride home on your bike.

There is a lot of traffic in the commercial area, and the fried chicken shop is doing a booming business, and she is like a wind-up robot puppet, moving around the back kitchen, the front desk and the dining area, and from 2 to 5 p.m., when the store is not so busy, she stands at the door and distributes flyers.

Sometimes she would see girls about her age passing by, talking and laughing with milk tea and sweeteners in their hands, and their eyes shining in the sun.

In the twenty-four hours from morning to night, she had no time to shine.

There are so many things that should be done every day, and she has been doing what should be done, without wasting a little time.

It would be nice to have a little more leisure, more time to waste at will, and more things to do for yourself.

Later, she often thought so.

Juan Shiyu is a very strong person, she once said to those close to her that she has no regrets and will not regret it.

When a person looks back on the past, he can say that he has no bearing in this life.

But if you say that you have no regrets in life, you are only being reckless with yourself.

If it had been a great and lofty wish that had not been fulfilled, perhaps she would not have remembered it often, but all she had hoped for was very small, very ordinary things, and in the end she had not been able to get them.

Liang De also has a lot of such ordinary regrets, he often regretted it in the past, although he didn't say it in his mouth, but he ruminated over and over again in his heart: if I said that at the time, if I did it at that time, if I chose ...... But how can life be repeated?

His gaze wandered back and forth between the three doors, gradually understanding the law of the two people's memories.

Instead of piecing together point-to-point in time, it fills in the fragments of each other's lives where there are gaps. 518 Chinese Net

In the last moments of his life, he and she subconsciously wanted to make up for those regrets.

In the chaotic timing, he has an audience that often dislikes and frowns, giving voice to those memories of being silent and alone, and she has a lot of her own leisure time, and she has done a lot of stupid things that waste her life with the childhood sweetheart who is not too annoying.

After graduating from Sheng Wuxu private high school,

Three doors, two are real flaws, and one is a patchwork completeness.

Liang De left the illusory stage and closed the third door of the two men.

He stood again in front of the three doors, a lit mint cigarette between his fingers.

The inky blue forge suspended above the bar suddenly stopped moving.

The noisy and chaotic sound disappeared, the furnace was no longer a chaotic fog, and behind the furnace wall, Liang De's figure was clearly visible.

Monk Shisheng, who was soaking in wine with both hands on the edge of the glass, his eyes lit up, Mo Feisheng put down the wine bottle, Dong Cunzhen reached out and knocked twice on the forging furnace, and asked:

"Do you understand?"

Liang De took a deep breath, and the burning tobacco turned to ashes in the flames, leaving a clear mint flavor in his chest.

"I don't understand too much, but there are so many things I don't understand that it doesn't matter if there is one more.

Director Mo originally told me that the fate that was pieced together was fake, but I didn't agree.

I think it's up to you to decide whether the fate of the two people is true or not. ”

He threw away the cigarette butt and pushed open the second door, and walked in without looking back.

Behind that door was the woman's memory, and for him, there was a sight of both familiar and unfamiliar landscapes.

Fifteen-year-old Liang De is still talking bad things endlessly, and twenty-seven-year-old Liang De is holding back a lot of words in his heart and does not intend to say it.

Oh no, he's not twenty-seven anymore, he's had a birthday that someone remembers, and he's got a birthday present.

Liang De pushed open the door of the fried chicken restaurant, passed over the untouchable phantoms, and reached out to catch the fried chicken carton handed by the black-haired girl behind the counter.

"It's boring here, let's go play." He said.

A cracking sound sounded between the two, a strong wind blew, and the ink-blue forging furnace hanging in mid-air cracked in half after a violent shake, and a gray-black True Sex Heavenly Passage pierced through the sky.

That's – a man's romance.

……

The Blue Star System, somewhere in this world.

In a spacious, private office, Liang Lu put a box of vegetable salad with only half a cherry tomato back into the ice bar.

She took out the box of dispensing pills placed on the second floor of the ice bar, poured three cisaprides in her hand, and looked at the pills for a while.

After taking the medicine for a while, she picked up her spirits and called home.

"Hey, Mom...... Well, the leave has been requested, and the plane will land at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and at 9:20...... You don't have to pick me up, I've made an appointment for a car, and I'll drive you there when I get home...... Well, I know, I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'll leave it out. ”

Liang Lu put down his phone and looked at the date circled in black on the desk calendar.

It's coming again again, and time flies.