"Can't you tap it, it really is."

Chen Yanfeng moved his muscles and bones, rubbed his sore shoulders, and was speechless.

"Ah, I'm sorry, massage massage is to give you the illusion of pain, so that it will help your body to recover."

"Didn't you say you didn't feel it, what's wrong with me adding a little more force?"

Ning Yidong looked at the first customer with a smile on his face, "You can feel now whether the symptoms of your back pain have been resolved." ”

"Eh, I don't seem to feel the backache I felt a few days ago."

Chen Yanfeng pressed his waist, stretched a little, and said in surprise, "Except that my back has a hot feeling now, I really feel much better." ”

"Well, it's good to solve it."

"Okay, let's settle the bill."

As he spoke, Chen Yanfeng took out his credit card and paid for it.

"Thank you for stopping by and welcome back next time."

"Yes, I'm leaving."

After Chen Yanfeng pushed open the glass door, he also deliberately glanced back and added, "Actually, your skills are quite good, let's come back next time I have a chance." ”

Then he left.

Ning Yidong looked at his back as he left, and was also secretly relieved, and then collapsed on the chair, looking loveless.

"Ah, I'm exhausted."

Kim Min-so, who was at the counter, looked at him like this and asked, "What's wrong?" I've been hearing sound after sound from inside just now, are you pressing too hard? ”

Ning Yidong nodded and looked at the ceiling of the white flowers, "He thought I wasn't strong enough, so I increased my strength, I didn't expect to be so tired." ”

Looking closely, his current lying posture has a fight with Ge You, and there is really no image to speak of.

Kim Min-so walked to the water dispenser, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him, "I'm tired, let's drink saliva to relieve it." ”

"Ah, thank you, Brother Min Xiu," Ning Yidong took the water and drank it all, "Tons and tons, ah, cool, Brother Min Xiu, next time you can come to this kind of massage or something, I have to take it slowly." ”

"Okay, if you need to call me."

With that, he left, and continued to go back to the counter and wipe the tray on the small scale with a rag.

Ning Yidong felt a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes, stretched out his hands, and fell asleep on the workbench.

Hearing the sound of even breathing coming from over there, Kim Min-so looked at him and looked at the time again, "It's 1 o'clock in the afternoon, he should be tired too, let him sleep well." ”

And just like that, an afternoon passed.

Ning Yidong suddenly woke up from his sleep and looked around blankly.

Ah, it's still just Brother Min Xiu.

Then he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched his waist, and yawned.

"Ah, what a good sleep."

Then he looked at the clock on the wall, "Ah, Brother Minxiu, it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon, why don't you wake me up." ”

"I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I simply let you lie down for a while."

"How's it going, are there any guests in the afternoon?"

Kim Min-so shook her head, "No." ”

Ning Yidong smiled bitterly when he heard it, "Is that really the case?" ”

"But," Kim Min-so added, "a passer-by came in and borrowed the toilet. ”

"Well, it's better than no one coming in, right?"

Kim Min-so smiled and bowed her head in agreement, and then continued to look down and count the number of medicinal materials.

"Ah, Brother Min Xiu has been standing for a day, aren't you tired?"

Ning Yidong looked at the focused Jin Minxiu and was very surprised.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll go find something to do."

He took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer, looked at it quietly, and then looked at Kim Min-so, who was working hard over there, pinching his chin with one hand, thoughtfully.

Ah, there it is.

I saw him writing something neatly on the blank paper, and he kept humming and chanting as he wrote.

"Ah, that's it, that's all for today."

Ning Yidong looked at the short lines on the paper and nodded with satisfaction.

If you look closely, it turns out to be a six-line staff for a guitar.

"Oh no, it seems to be missing."

Ning Yidong kept tapping on the table with his fingers, trying to remember what he had forgotten.

Suddenly, I had an idea, "Ah, I forgot to indicate the pitch." ”

With that, he took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer and made the corresponding brief score on it.

"Hey, perfect, worthy of me."

Then he hummed it softly.

"Oh? Yidong, do you still sing? ”

Kim Min-so, who was over there, was shocked when he heard the movement here and saw the few pieces of paper he was holding in his hand, as if they were sheet music.

"I was bored when I was a child, so I learned it casually, and now every time I'm bored, I make a little bit of a small work."

Kim Min-so heard it thoughtfully and muttered, "Creation? I don't know..."

"Huh? Brother Minxiu, what are you thinking? ”

Ning Yidong's inquiry interrupted his thoughts, "Ah, it's nothing, you can continue." ”

"Oh, then I'll perfect it."

In this way, at six o'clock in the evening, when he was about to get off work, Ning Yidong completed his first creation on the peninsula.

Although there are only three lines of Liao Liao, but the accumulation of small amounts is a lot, do it a few more times, and it will be complete.

"Brother Minxiu, we can get off work."

As he spoke, he sorted out the things in his hand, put the sheet music paper in the drawer, and prepared to leave work.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

"Goodbye, Brother Minxiu, see you tomorrow."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

Looking at the figure of Jin Minxiu leaving, Ning Yidong looked at the small door behind him again.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen what the second floor looks like, forget it, leave some surprises, Uncle Dong asked me to go back to dinner tonight, and I'll watch it tomorrow."

Then he picked up the remote control and pressed it against the door, and the roller shutter was lowered. Finally he went out through a small door in the middle and locked the shop.

"Well, no problem, let's go, let's get off work."

Ning Yidong checked whether it was locked tightly, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he turned around with satisfaction, and prepared to wait for Jiang Zhengdong to pick him up at the intersection in front.

As he passed the alley next to his drugstore, he heard a sobbing sound.

"Woo woo, why, woo woo, why are they like this..."

Ning Yidong walked into the alley and took a look.

Ah, it turned out that there was a petite girl who turned her back, squatted in the corner, her body twitched slightly, and her tears kept dripping on the ground, looking very pitiful.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why do they all scold me, woo woo."

Although Ning Yidong didn't hear what she was talking about, he still walked up, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted, "You, it's okay, do you need any help?" ”

As if frightened, the girl sat down on the ground and looked up at him with a puzzled look.

Although the girl was wearing a mask, she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but her long eyelashes were covered with dewdrops, as clear as a hibiscus out of the water, and the tears seemed to be nostalgic for the white skin, and they refused to fall.

Seeing this, Ning Yidong took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, squatted down, handed it to her, and looked at the crying girl with a mask with a warm smile.

"Well, here's for you."