Shan Yun is looking for a part-time job in a two-story coffee shop in the city center, the first floor is simple and has a few tables and chairs in style, there is a bar counter opposite the door, and the second floor is a cubicle, the clerk is very good to her and takes care of her.

At first, the person who suspected the boss just asked Shan Yun to put a plate on the drink, walked from the door to the second floor, and nodded to her when Shan Yun was still confused, and then she realized that she was just looking at how she served the plate.

Fortunately, she was not careless, after all, it is not easy for a student to find a good part-time job.

After six o'clock, suddenly a lot of people came, and the store began to be noisy, and the job of Shan Yun was very simple, which was to deliver drinks to customers' tables by number, so it was not very difficult to do.

According to other employees, the boss is a young couple who have been running the house together for several years, the boss is a girl in her twenties, thin and small, and her husband is more robust, and Shan Yun later learned that he is a veteran.

The proprietress is called Yan Tiantian, as her name suggests, her voice is very sweet, and she always smiles, she seems to be happy every day, and Shan Yun feels that just looking at her will be infected with her happiness.

Familiar with the process, Shan Yun quickly got started, sent a single order, walked between the first floor and the second floor, and finally finished the work at half past nine in the evening, leaving the store in the sweet voice of the proprietress.

Waited at the platform for a while, got on the last bus and got off near the school.

The streets of the underdeveloped city at 10 o'clock seemed particularly deserted, the evening breeze was blowing, Shan Yun tightened her clothes, and walked on the dim path, when suddenly she heard a voice in front of her.

Shan Yun felt that the pace was speeding up, for a person who could be regarded as a 'good student', Shan Yun was walking alone on the street so late, and all kinds of news flashed in his mind in an instant.

[The girl didn't return home at night and was killed], [The young woman returned home late at night and met a bad criminal]

………

The voice came: "Brother Sen, go to my house tomorrow to play, my mother will go tomorrow and her relatives are not at home." ”

"Come on, let's just go and pack the night and play with him for three days and two nights," another voice sounded.

She didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to walk like a race walk, and a voice made her pause.

"No, I have something to do tomorrow." Cuicui's soft voice, with a little bit of a teenager's peculiar slight hoarseness, Shan Yun, who is very sensitive to voice, heard that this sentence came from her tablemate, it was very strange that she hadn't known him for a long time, but she was so familiar with his voice.

She looked up, Song Yisen's thin back came into view, and several similar boys next to her walked shoulder to shoulder, they turned into the alley together, and the sound was still coming.

"Hey, I said Brother Sen, what the hell is staying at home if you don't spend this time with your girlfriend?"

"It's just、Don't put the good ones and don't eat them, waste them......"

"Yes, you can always find such a good-looking and temperamental girl,"

"Huh...... That's almost enough, huh? If you are lonely, find it yourself. The unique voice spoke again.

"There are a few of our brothers, and the factory settings limit our future direction, fuck, only envy." Du Lei shook his head and said.

"Hahaha, Brother Lei has been in drought for a long time recently!"

"Fuck you......"

“……”

Shan Yun looked a little flustered in front of the figure, and it seemed that he was playing games again.

..............

At night, after taking a bath, Shan Yun wiped her head and took out the small notebook in the drawer, and she wrote a paragraph in the notebook and started to be stunned.

The night air is still a little cool, the stars are still twinkling, and the breeze is gently blowing the moonlight, containing all the darkness and ignorance.

Under the light, two lines of words were written on the small notebook:

I never knew it was him, but I recognized him just by hearing the voice.

That kind of good-looking boy, that kind of like you......