She still goes home and sleeps before opening a new article, writing a million long stories slowly, and earning a few more months of full attendance is the down-to-earth rule of survival.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt lost to the bottom, and I picked up the glass where the water droplets fell down on the surface, and the sour ice of lemon tea was really chilling.

It's so chilling, one million yuan! In a small city, buy a house with decoration and electrical appliances, and all that is left is the wealth of not working and doing a dead house.

Her heart really hurts when she misses it.

Write it down, write down this heartache feeling, and the emotional drama in the abuse text will be realistic enough next time!

The occupational disease of codewords suddenly attacked, and Liu Cancan put down the glass and began to dig out the computer notebook, ready to write down this heartache.

"Boom-" Thirty pieces were scattered in half. The rest of the lemon tea was in the same mood as hers, embarrassed on the table, and ticked along the edge of the table to dirty the floor, dirty eyes, and dirty heart.

"Oops." Holding the computer she had taken out, she stood up and took a step back.

The noise of the riot caused all kinds of sideways glances in the small café.

"It's okay, I'll clean it up." The fashionably dressed little girl of the café walked out of the bar, took a rag and mop, and began to clean up.

"Sorry, I'll order another lemon tea." Jiao Cancan, who was standing stiffly on the spot, watched the little sister squatting on the ground and pressing the residual juice with a rag, and suddenly felt very sad.

The service industry is like this, and she code words are also a kind of service industry.

"It's fine." The little girl in the café raised her face and gave a bright smile to the guests who made up for their mentality and had another drink.

"You're so beautiful!" He blurted out his brain.

"Ahh Ah, thanks. After cleaning up, the little sister got up, her cheeks flushed, and she took away the glass on the table a little shyly.

"Guest, your phone!" Suddenly exclaimed that it was still lying next to the lemon tea the most important item of modern people.

"Forget it, it's fine." Holding herself to eat, she took out her mobile phone with a little disgust, and she was obsessed with the mobile phone that conveyed the unlucky news.

"Don't move yet, I'll help you take it to dry, and you can sit in front of you." The café girl saw the guest who was not nervous when she saw the wet mobile phone for the first time, and glanced at the suitcase in front of the table, the other party was estimated to be a foreigner, and it would be more troublesome for the mobile phone to suddenly break down.

"If it is broken, it will be repaired in time, and it will also be convenient for you to go out and pay for all kinds of money." The coffee girl who has read countless customers can see that the guests in front of her have something on their minds.

"Well, thank you." You still need a mobile phone to buy a train ticket or something. Liu Cancan hurriedly handed the phone to the other party.

"You need to use the computer to sit in the first two seats, the socket is close, wipe the phone clean and bring it to you." Seeing the guests holding the computer tightly with both hands, the little sister who was full of service spirit said intimately.

"I'm really sorry, don't want lemon tea, add me a hot latte, I'm cold." At first, it was polite, but now it is really needed, and it is better to drink some hot refreshment at the moment.

"Okay." Sending this guest who was in a bad mood a sunny smile, the little sister thought to herself that it was really strange, how could modern people casually say that they were cold-hearted. It's kind of interesting, though.

Passing by is surrounded by three or three customers, this café is on the first floor, not the commercial kind of large, nor the private kind of mini, but very high.

The position on the left against the wall is a couch that can look at each other, and the back of the sofa is too high to cover it, so there is no need for any curtain and green plants to cover it.

The right side is full of two people who can be spliced at will, and the decoration is retro, but not like some cafes with all kinds of retro fragments and cumbersome decorations.

There are no floor-to-ceiling windows to the outside, but they are full of light. The retro style is made from blues music, carpets, wallpaper, and utensils for drinks and desserts in one go, without the discomfort of nondescript and deliberately aged decay.

It is also the daily habit of coders to observe the environment, because all the material that may be written in the plot of the novel can be turned into money!