Qiao's shop, four soft and glutinous round characters, written on the signboard on the door of the bakery, the background color of the signboard is moonlight white, illuminating a small space at the entrance of the store.

The small shop is not big, and the glass window is full of all kinds of desserts and breads, most of which are made by Qiao Mixue himself, and the sweet smell fills the whole shop.

The noodles contain water, close to midsummer, and have a short shelf life, only three days, and if you don't eat them, they will expire.

This is a waste and a great sin.

Fortunately, the business is good, and she has survived for half a year, and even earned back all the principal and interest, which makes Qiao Mixue feel a little less guilty and a little more joy of self-reliance.

After the news broadcast, the round clock hanging on the wall gradually pointed to eight o'clock, the people in the bakery gradually became scarce, and it was pitch black outside the glass door, only the lights from far and near, still or moving.

On the ceiling, a snow-white chandelier illuminates the shop, and the sleek glass door almost becomes a mirror, reflecting Jomi Xuejiao's beautiful face.

Twenty-six-year-old Qiao Mixue likes to draw her eyebrows casually, apply nude lipstick, and paint light makeup for herself, and her facial features are delicate and gorgeous enough to not need too much retouching.

The young proprietress sat in front of the cash register in a light blue crewneck dress with her back against a black leather chair, facing a large pile of expiring bread in two rows of glass windows, in a daze.

At this time, an orange cat walked over, and Jomixue happened to see it.

The orange cat seemed to be bewitched by the smell of bread, and came to the door of Qiao's shop, stopped, and did not leave.

Qiao Mixue looked sideways slightly, her beautiful eyes, staring directly at the orange cat, shining slightly like stars.

She loves dogs, she loves cats, and she loves all things furry mammals.

The orange cat arched its back, stretched its calves lazily, and rolled its eyes leisurely, revealing greed, Qiao Mixue looked at it through a glass door, smiling.

The orange cat turned around at the door, raised its little paws and picked up the door, but failed to enter, a trace of chagrin and unwillingness flashed in its jewel-like eyes, and the cat whiskers on both cheeks trembled downward, very reluctant.

At this time, the orange cat noticed that in the house, in addition to the sweet and fluffy bread, there was also a creature dozens of times larger than it, a large living person.

It looked at Qiao Mixue, slightly vigilantly arched the cat's back, the pestle remained motionless in place, and its eyes were fixed on Qiao Mixue's face and did not leave for a moment.

"What are you afraid of, give you something to eat." Jomixue smiled kindly, picked up a bag of bread scraps, and got up from the small leather chair behind the cash register, wanting to get up and open the door for the stray cat and feed it bread.

But this move, in the eyes of the little orange cat, is like a monster approaching step by step, trying to capture it alive and swallow it with its fur.

The little orange cat suddenly exploded, pulled out its legs and ran, and disappeared as soon as it slipped away.

Qiao Mixue stood in front of the door, her hands slowly hanging down, and the plastic bag in her hand brushed the hem of her skirt, making a slight friction sound.

At this time, someone passed by at the door, it was a couple, one of the black and white T-shirts was printed with "yes", and the other was printed with "no", black and white matching, it was a standard Taobao popular couple outfit.

The girl combed her bangs, looking childish and well-behaved, she was immersed in sweetness, a sweet smile on the corner of her lips, and she smelled the sweet smell of the bakery, she couldn't help but stop and look into the store.

Qiao Mixue was tall and tall, and at this time, she was standing in front of the store, so close that she was almost about to put on the glass.

The girl with Qi bangs raised her eyes slightly, and her eyes touched Qiao Mixue, this dazzling white girl, as if she was dazzled by the beauty of the world, hurriedly looked away and looked at her toes.

With a faint smile on the corner of her lips, Jomi Xue calmly looked at the passers-by, as well as the teenage couple.

The boy was stunned for a second or two, and was grabbed by the girl with Qi bangs and pulled away.

"She's so white." The girl with bangs clenched the boy's hand, and her eyes were just at the level of the boy's shoulders.

The young man's chin was slightly raised, looking at the twinkling stars in the distance, and recalling the glimpse just now: "White skin, beautiful appearance, good temperament." ”

White skin, beautiful appearance, good temperament, counted down with his fingers, and he gave three likes.

The girl with bangs pursed her mouth, a sense of jealousy rose in her heart, and she shook the young man's arm, not reluctantly: "Have you taken a fancy to her?" ”

The young man hugged her with his backhand, smiled and looked down at the girl in his arms: "I fell in love with her bread, beauty and beauty, especially suitable for my little cutie." ”

The girl with Qi bangs knew that he was poor, and pushed him coquettishly.

The young man turned to the milk tea shop with a smile, lay down in front of the counter, and the milk tea lady, poor mouth: "Bring me a cup of beauty milk tea." ”

"Beauty?" The milk tea lady was stunned for a moment, and her eyes went back and forth from the faces of the two of them, looking at them several times.

The girl with Qi bangs blushed on the face, pushed the boy again, and cleared her throat: "Don't listen to his nonsense, a cup of snow-topped rose milk tea, don't be hot." ”

The boy smiled and took out the change to pay the bill, and held the milk tea in front of the girl, Bojun smiled and continued shopping.

The night breeze is gentle and blowing. The young man looked sideways slightly, looking at the milk tea that his girlfriend was holding on his chest, his eyes fell on the top layer of snow-like milk cover, and he remembered the beautiful shopkeeper in the blue dress just now, her skin was really as white as snow like this milk cover......

Qiao Mixue was standing in the store, and she didn't hear the words of the little couple, but she was naturally beautiful, fair-skinned and beautiful, and she had heard people praise her for her beauty more than once.

She looks good in everything with white skin, but she is too white, and with a white dress, Qiao Mixue's friends will jokingly call her a snowman, only the snowman is white from head to toe, from the inside to the outside; If she wears black clothes, she will also be ridiculed, and those noisy friends will directly laugh and call Qiao Mixue a black and white match, and coax her.

After a long time, Qiao Mixue is inevitably embarrassed, and when she dresses and matches, she will avoid black and white, change her colorful clothes, and not be the same for a week, just like turning the page of a calendar.

Today she chose a light blue, light blue dress, with a reasonable cut, outlining her delicate curves, and the light color lined her skin with a fair and moving color.

Blue looks comfortable, elegantly dressed, everything is good, but it is a little bad, it attracts mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes like blue, and if they love it, they suck its blood, and Jomi Xue's body is red and itchy, and she is not less bitten.

Outside the door, mosquitoes flutter around the lights, which is terrifying.

Qiao Mixue looked up at the mosquito, her scalp tingled, and then she looked away, she took a step back, and wanted to put a small bag of bread scraps in her hand back on the cash counter, but then she saw that a familiar orange flash into her field of vision, disappearing into the green cypress trees on both sides of the road.

No, the orange cat did not disappear.

Qiao Mixue clearly saw that the orange cat was poking out from behind the tree, and her eyes were still staring at the bread in the store as before.

Hehe, are you still worried about the kitten thief......

As if to prove Qiao Mixue's idea, the little orange cat was still in the air, meowing twice.

Jo Mixue covered her mouth and snickered, pushed open the glass door, bent down and put a small bag of bread on the ground outside the door, waiting for the little orange cat to come to eat.

After Jomixue had done this, she quickly opened the glass door and returned to the shop.

When she came back, Jo Mi Xue felt a little strange, it was a little itchy, and it was itching on her arm.

Probably because the mosquitoes outside are ferocious, and when they see a needle catching a living person, they bite it......

Qiao Mixue lowered her eyes slightly, stared at a raised red dot on her arm, returned to the cash register, pulled open the white drawer, took out half of the Liushen Flower Water, and pressed the nozzle with her thumb, shooting out a misty splash.

There was a coolness on her arms, and Qiao Mixue felt less itchy.

It's just that the smell of flower dew water is everywhere, diffusing in the air, and a strange smell rises from the whole bakery.

Jomixue sniffed and felt a bit like disinfectant.

A fragrant bakery shouldn't smell like this.

She wrinkled her nose and put the toilet water back in the drawer, pushing it up and closing it tightly.

Qiao Mixue flipped through the accounts, her eyes gradually became happy, and she gained a lot, and after reading the last number, she suddenly raised her head, and her clear eyes reflected the lights from far and near.

She looked down slightly, and saw that the little orange cat had crept to the door, hovering beside the bread bag, and her eyes were full of greed.

Eat, eat.

Qiao Mixue silently persuaded it in her heart, but when the kitten saw the "behemoth" staring at her, she took a step back vigilantly and temporarily put away her greed.

Well, I won't look at you anymore.

Qiao Mixue looked away, and saw the huge female mosquito flying in front of her, she hurriedly lit an electric mosquito coil, and when the mosquito coil liquid slowly evaporated, she looked a little farther away with her hand on her cheek.

A Provincial Medical University, so close, so far, across an endless street, and Qiao's shop in the distance.

In Qiao Mixue's eyes, at night, the medical university is particularly like an operating room, with seven or eight magnesium lamps hanging at the entrance of the school, and the light is clustered together, illuminating the shadows of people, just like the shadowless lamps in the operating room, which have the effect of eliminating shadows.

The person who lives there is a future doctor, and her current customer, and the relationship is that you come and go, buy and sell, and it is very shallow.

Qiao Mixue looked at it for a while, stretched out, leaned comfortably on the leather chair, and looked farther to the east.

At eight o'clock, the teaching buildings in the distance were dotted with lights, and the middle school affiliated to the Medical University was where she laughed and cried.

She looked at it for a long time, remembering the scary thickness of the "Three-Year College Entrance Examination and Five-Year Simulation" on her desk back then, and the rebellious student days.

Yes, at that time, Qiao Mixue was a different look, she looked far from being the good girl she is now, with five or six pierced ears, her hair permed in various shapes in the barbershop, and sometimes when the mood came, she would add some color to her head, collect a bunch of rainbows, and shake her head, thinking she was very beautiful, and her strength interpreted what it meant to be young and frivolous.

She often skips evening self-study, and a group of friends, wearing makeup that she thinks is individual, laughing and playing in groups, going out to eat and shop, and playing with great interest until the dormitory closes.

At that time, the middle school affiliated to the Medical University, before hugging the thigh of the university, ranked sixteenth and sixteenth, authentic ordinary middle schools.

In terms of behavior, she didn't have her Qiao Mixue's ranking at all, at that time, she was so "bad" that she was at ease, thinking that she was just doing what she wanted and releasing her nature.

Looking back on the past, Qiao Mixue just laughed indifferently, and her heart was light.

Young and frivolous, youthful and without regrets, laughing, making trouble, and crying, all of them have become cherished memories in my heart.

A loud voice suddenly came from the door, pulling Qiao Mixue back to reality in an instant.

"It's not okay to have a health inspection, open a bakery, and have a pet cat, come to the health center and pay the fine."

"No fines, a bunch of expired bread." Jomi Xue's clear voice came from the store.

When the man at the door saw Qiao Mixue, he immediately grinned, stopped pretending, and shouted respectfully: "Boss." ”

"Don't lift me up." Qiao Mixue looked at him with a smile, watching him play treasure one after another.

"Holo." Du Liangzi said, through a layer of transparent glass, raised his hand and saluted Qiao Mixue.

Du Liangzi has been retired from the army for many years, and the military salute is still standard.

Jo Mixue admired his military posture for a moment, and took a second look at his newly trimmed hairstyle, which stood upright and shaved on both sides, obviously the handiwork of Tony, the hairstylist director of the hair salon upstairs.

Du Liangzi pushed open the glass door, walked into the bakery with two long legs, trousers and wind, and stood in front of Qiao Mixue, showing a star-like smile.

Qiao Mixue raised her eyes to look at him, only to see Du Liangzi bathed in incandescent light, the collar of her white shirt was quite stiff, and her trousers were straight, and for a moment, she mistakenly thought that Du Liangzi had just come down from the blind date.