Parking lot of the outpatient building of Fengren Hospital.

An old man wearing sunglasses stood next to a car on crutches and made a phone call: "Hey, Komatsu." ”

"Dad, are you crazy? Lao Zhang is a psychopath, I didn't see that he is crazy all day long now, do you believe what that crazy person says? The voice on the other end of the phone was impulsive.

"My eyes are broken, but my brain is not broken, and I don't need you to teach me how to do things. I know this in my heart, so I don't have to worry about it. The old man's face was not good, and his tone hardened.

"Dad, if you want to return me to be your son, you will cut off contact with that woman. Once this matter is exposed, have you considered the consequences? ”

"Chen Song, I warn you, if you don't want to cut off your financial resources, don't point fingers at this matter again!"

Without waiting for the other side to answer, the old man hung up the phone angrily.

Put away the phone, the old man had a chest tightness, his wife left early, his only son Chen Song did not obey discipline at all, only had a temper but not a brain, he was almost forty years old, he was idle all day long and made trouble everywhere, surrounded by fox friends and dog friends.

"Professor Chen, are you going back to school or home?" The driver asked.

The old man breathed slowly and said in a muffled voice, "Go to Sisina." ”

"Yes." The driver stopped talking and drove slowly.

After about half an hour, the old man's mood finally calmed down.

"Xiao Li, how long do you have to get to Shangwen, no, Changmen Road?"

The driver, Xiao Li, glanced at the navigation: "Professor, you will arrive at this intersection." ”

"Okay." The old man looked at the road ahead with mixed feelings.

The front of Changmen Road is called Shangwen Road, and there is a good memory of him on this road, I thought that I would never have the opportunity to relive it in this life, but I didn't expect it...... God treats him well.

The car drove slowly on the empty asphalt road, and the old man's injured left eye was tingling from time to time, but his heart was getting more and more excited.

"Professor, it's here."

The car was parked in front of a retro-decorated shop, and instead of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows that you can see everywhere, the quaint wooden windows were small. Through the window, you can see a small round table with embroidered tablecloths and a neat open cooking table.

What is strange is that the strong aroma of coffee wafts from the store, but the signboard reads "Shang Library".

The driver drove away, the old man straightened his collar, pushed the door and walked in, and the puppet hanging at the door made a funny mechanical sound: "Welcome." ”

Hearing the voice, a girl with a ponytail with a red plaid shirt and a black apron came out from under the cooking table, looking towards the door of the store.

Seeing the visitor, the girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said in a sweet voice: "Professor Chen, you are here." Are your eyes better today, do they still hurt? Come in and sit. ”

The girl came out as she spoke, still holding a rag in her hand, and it seemed that she had been cleaning up earlier.

She speaks quickly, but her speech is very clear, and with a sweet voice, it is not unpleasant but very pleasing.

The old man looked in a trance for a while, and the Juanzi in his impression was also a sharp temperament, speaking like a machine gun, anxious and fast.

"Professor Chen, come here." The girl hugged the old man familiarly, and her mouth was not idle.

"It's still the old rule, you wait for me to make tea. Don't look at us as a coffee shop, but you're old, drinking too much coffee is not good for your health. ”

The old man felt a pang in his heart, and nodded to the girl: "Okay, it's all up to you." ”

It didn't take long for the girl to come over with a dinner plate with a pot of dragon wells on it and a book next to it.

"Your favorite Longjing, and the books carefully selected for you, Professor Chen, guess which book is this time?" The girl smiled slyly.

The old man feigned anger and stretched out his hand to nod at her: "Naughty, show it to me." ”

The girl stuck out her tongue and grinned as she handed over the book.

The old man took off his sunglasses, took the book and looked at it carefully: "Abandoned City"

"Few people have read this book nowadays, how can you ......?"

He raised his head, his red, swollen and pus-filled left eye was shocking, pale pink liquid oozed from the corner of his eye, and his tone was both shocked and excited.

The girl took out a tissue from her pocket and gently wiped the corners of his eyes, with great skill.

"I like this book very much, and I think you like it too, so I took it with me." She shrugged.

The old man rubbed the book cover and slowly closed his eyes.

It's fate, fate makes him lose and regain, when his life is about to come to an end.

"Sissi, it's a blessing for me to have met you."

The girl looked at the old man with a look of anticipation: "Professor Chen, it is also my blessing to meet you. ”

An old man and a young man chatted while drinking tea, and the two laughed from time to time, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The old man's expression was relaxed and pleasant, as if he was suddenly dozens of years younger.

He hadn't experienced this feeling for too long, until he met Sun Qian, and even the pain in his left eye couldn't affect his mood.

A pot of tea was refilled more than ten times in a row, and the old man reluctantly got up to leave.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, grabbed Sun Qian's delicate hand and advised: "Qianqian, what did you think about what I said last time?" What's the matter with a girl living in a small warehouse, it's inconvenient and unsafe, move to me. ”

Sun Qian was a little moved, but also a little hesitant.

The old man seemed to understand her concerns, and patted her hand: "Xiao Song and his wife moved out a long time ago, and it is a waste for me to live in such a big house alone, so shouldn't you accompany me?" ”

Sun Qian thought for a while and said with a smile: "Professor Chen, I have to ask my mother what I mean about this matter first, or you can give me some more time." ”

"Good, good. It's all up to you. ”

Leaving the Shang Library, the old man was always in a happy mood, and even looked at the scenery outside the window with interest.

As he drove through two intersections, his eyes were suddenly drawn to the wind chimes hanging in front of a shop on the side of the road. Wind chimes made of copper coins are quite chic.

"Xiao Li, drive slowly."

"Yes, Professor."

"Things return to the source...... Is the word misspelled? The old man squinted at the sign with white letters on a black background, "It's a detective agency, isn't it?" ”

The driver, Xiao Li, looked through the rearview mirror and hesitated: "It should be, I haven't seen it before, it's probably a new one." ”

The old man retracted his gaze with interest, and the private detective didn't know when it became popular, either looking for cats and dogs or catching juniors, opening today and closing down tomorrow abound, and in two days it might become a barber shop or something.

"Let's go to school."

"Yes, Professor."

……

My name is Wu Ning, I am 21 years old this year, and I am a clerk in the main store of Wuguiyuan, a regular worker!

That's right, after two rounds of testing, my beautiful and almost demonic boss finally accepted me as a member of the store.

There are currently three members of our store, Wu Jiu, the upper-level leader, Wu Heishan, the middle-level leader, and I, who are the low-level employees.

Our aim is to help all visitors find what they have lost for a small price.

The boss said that he was doing a good deed, but I actually had a different opinion.

The small price in the boss's mouth is precious in my opinion, but those clients seem to have chosen to give up easily, which makes me feel sorry.

My job is to maximize the price my boss charges.

The boss said that the soul power that has gone through the trial is stronger and purer, I don't understand, but I don't dare to ask, because my boss is not an ordinary person.

According to my reasoning, my boss should be a legendary soul cultivator.

Use his powerful ability to complete the commission, collect the soul power, cultivate more powerful ability, and complete the greater commission...... Repeatedly, endlessly.

And my positioning, at present, seems to be his purification tool......

July 30, 2019 "Diary of a Clerk"