Zhou Ping (1) Eye of Time Sequence

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"Today, I carelessly sent the fried tomatoes on table 3 to table 6." I'm so useless. "

"although the guests at table 6 did not move the chopsticks, and later my third uncle also made a new one for the guests at table 3, I really shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake." Third uncle is usually very busy, I actually give him trouble, alas. "

"my third uncle's birthday is coming soon, but I haven't saved enough money to buy him a present. Although I have been secretly doing a part-time job in a convenience store every night recently, I still feel a little worse. I don't know if Meng Xiang is willing to lend me. I really don't have any other friends except him. "

"borrow money, borrow money." What am I supposed to say "

the pen taps gently on the yellowed diary, the ink stains slowly on the page, and a young man in an apron sits at the table, looking out of the window at the bare alley. After a long time, he sighs,

"Why can't everything in this world be as simple as washing dishes"

jingle bell--

just as he was meditating, a loud alarm bell rang from his hand.

he woke up like a dream, quickly turned off the alarm clock, got up, put the pen and diary back in place meticulously, and hurriedly pushed the door out.

this building has two floors. Above is the place where he usually lives with his third uncle, and below is the local restaurant of his third uncle. It is now more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the local restaurant has long been closed. Only my third uncle sits in front of the electric fan and takes a nap with a newspaper.

Zhou Ping walked lightly down the stairs and saw that his third uncle was still downstairs. He seemed a little distressed.

the third uncle hasn't gone back to bed yet. If you want to go out through the front door, it probably won't work.

after a moment of hesitation, he went back to the second floor, locked his door with his backhand, turned off the lights, and skillfully opened the window in the dark.

then jumped down from the second floor.

in the darkness, his body was so light that he floated through the uninhabited roadway like a swallow and fell steadily to the ground without making a sound.

he looked around, made sure no one else saw him, and walked quickly to the distant street.

the city of Xijin is neither big nor small. Like other cities in the province, there is no such thing as "nightlife". It seems that as long as 08:30 is passed, there will be something terrible in the streets at night. Coupled with the serious aging, as long as after nine o'clock, the streets are almost empty.

Zhou Ping walks alone in the silent street, the street lamp lengthens and shortens his shadow. He frowned and seemed to be worried about how to borrow money from Meng Xiang for a while.

if he had a choice, he would rather wash dishes angrily for ten hours in a local restaurant than socialize, not to mention the difficulty of borrowing money!

just when Zhou Ping was out of his mind, he had already arrived at the door of the convenience store. On the dark and deserted street, the only convenience store with lights on is as dazzling as a lighthouse, but now the light is like hell in Zhou Ping's eyes.

he stood in front of the convenience store and took a deep breath as if it had been a psychological struggle for a long time before pushing the door in.

". Good morning, Meng Xiang. "

in the huge convenience store, there is only one clerk in uniform behind the cashier. When he heard this, he was slightly stupefied. He looked up and saw the figure walking into the convenience store. His eyes were even more surprised.

"strictly speaking, it's already late at night." Meng Xiang was about to go on, but seeing Zhou Ping's flushed cheeks, he immediately changed his tone and spoke gently.

"but our work has only just begun." And you're early again. You still have a full half an hour before you go to work. "

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it has been some time since Zhou Ping came to work here, during which time Meng Xiang has not heard him take the initiative to talk to himself. Every day, he stood behind the cashier in his uniform, printed with the dark green cap of the convenience store logo. He wanted to cover most of his face. When the guests talked to him, he cherished his words like gold, like a cold cash register.

and every time the guest checks out, Meng Xiang can vaguely see... The green face under the cap was already red to the ears.

this kid is just like a young college student who can no longer be young.

". I'm sorry. "

Zhou Ping bowed his head and said sincerely.

"" Meng Xiang looked at Zhou Ping, who was really apologizing in front of him, and held his forehead helplessly. "there is no need to apologize, you have done nothing wrong." As a store manager, I wish I had more temporary workers like you. Let's talk about it first. An extra half an hour doesn't count as money. "

hearing the second half of the sentence, Zhou Ping shook slightly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and his whole face flushed red.

"but Xiao Zhou, to tell you the truth, if your character goes into society, you have to suffer a lot." Meng Xiang did not notice the change of Zhou Ping's expression at all. With a purchase order in his hand, he went to the shelf to count and said painstakingly.

hearing Meng Xiang start talking to himself again, Zhou Ping knew that he could not say what he had borrowed money.

he walked into the warehouse silently, locked the door with his backhand and took off his black shirt. A scarred body was exposed in the narrow dressing mirror in the corner of the warehouse. Dark red scars are distributed over the arms and back, with different shapes, some like cigarette butts burning, some like blood scabs whipped by belts, and some like paper cutters cutting the slender red thread of the arm.

instead of looking at himself in the mirror, Zhou Ping neatly folded his shirt to one side, picked up the convenience store uniform cover that had already been prepared on the other side, confirmed that he was neatly dressed, then pressed the cap to the lowest level and opened the door.

"people, ah, still can not be too honest, people are good to be deceived." This is in a convenience store. If you go to those companies and factories, and you won't curry favor with others or size up the situation, you will know that if you work hard, people won't eat you to death. It's a small thing to crowd you out and let you do more work. In case you are foolishly dragged over as a scapegoat, your whole life will be over.

Human nature is evil. It is their instinct to envy and destroy beautiful things. When they enter the big dye vat of society, they still want to come out clean, unless they are saints. "

Meng Xiang talked to himself for half an hour. It was not that he talked too much, but that his years of late-night operation enabled him to form this habit. In the past countless long nights, he could only rely on this way to drive away loneliness and drowsiness.

but ever since he hired Zhou Ping, who volunteered to work the night shift, he was quick with his hands and feet, and his salary was extremely low. After the model worker, he can finally go home and go to bed in the middle of the night.

Meng Xiang looked up at the time, knocked on his sour waist, stood up from the ground, and handed the purchase order to Zhou Ping behind the cashier.

"all right, I'll go. Count the rest by yourself. Don't forget that there are still a lot of goods to be loaded in the warehouse."

Zhou Ping took the list and subconsciously said:

"Oh."

Meng Xiang looked at Zhou Ping, who stood upright, and sighed helplessly. "Don't be so serious. Although we are a 24-hour convenience store, almost no guests will come in the middle of the night. Relax and find something you like to do. It's a long night."f golden bracts. ""Blaki! She's not dead! " Lin Qinight said seriously, "have you forgotten the letters you wrote to her" If she is really dead, who wrote those letters There can be no second Eden in...