Hidden Assassin: [Kaoru] The Big Adventure of the Canteen Salesperson Author: Shukhov
Fairy...Weaver Girl...
When the female student came to the concession shop for the first time, these two words flooded his forehead restlessly, as if to burst, and then slipped to his mouth. He was in a daze, but after all, he didn't say anything.
At that time, he was sitting on the dark bench behind the glass counter, and the TV set next to the gray-white wall was performing "Xianxian". It was neither Kunqu Opera nor Peking opera. It was nothing more than a popular local drama. It’s almost the 21st century. Even in the countryside, TV sets are not uncommon, but the programs there are monotonous, and the antennas are not very reliable. It is still the biggest entertainment for him to go to the troupe to listen to the opera. , Now you can watch the show without going out, which is quite satisfactory. If it is a few years later, regional small stations will gradually become marginalized, and local dramas will shrink until they are about to die. The occasional repertoires broadcast by provincial stations are also reserved for Kunqu Opera and Huangmei Opera. Special drama channels are national TV stations. Only then have the strength to be extravagant. Of course, this is something.
is almost 20 years old, and more and more of the playmates who grew up together are getting married. The parents who have not met for a long time summon him from his hometown. Naturally, this also means that it is nothing more than landing in the city. root. It's just that I don't know whether it is due to innate instinct or other reasons. This young man stubbornly retains his peculiar outlook on life and values. For him, "finding an object" is not more attractive than the story of the gifted and beautiful woman in the play.
This is really rotten wood, and my son is so confused. But the parents are not easy to say anything for a while. He has grown up. Although his blood relationship is there, he has not seen each other for more than ten years since he was a child. It is natural for him to have a weak relationship with each other, and there are some politeness or barriers that shouldn't exist.
He bowed his head and stood up. I don't know if it was because of sitting on the bench for a long time. His hands and feet were a bit unnatural, but he still had to do business. He opened the glass cabinet door, picked up a plastic bag, and placed it on the counter.
"Swipe--", the sound of the zipper of the purse being opened...a dollar coin, face up...the bag containing the bread was taken away.
After a while, about a few seconds, she raised her head and glanced up, and then walked out of the counter to look around. She was already out of sight. Looking back, he was still babbling on the TV, and he suddenly felt very boring.
There are no fairies in this world... if there is no fairies, there are no fairies on TV, nor are they printed on the colorful posters on the walls. This is common sense, and fools don't know.
If he used one word to describe his current mood, "disillusionment" would be more appropriate—it turns out that there are fairies. Of course, it's not all right to say that it's a fairy. She is just an ordinary girl, who can't ride the clouds and can't do fairy tales. She looks quiet and quiet. He put himself back on the bench, trying to remember her appearance.
is wearing white sportswear, not very tall, I can't remember the others.
Tomorrow, maybe she will come tomorrow, he thought.
She can walk on the way to make tofu, he thought again, and then he felt that he was simply inexplicable.
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After a while, the canteen introduced a new variety, sprinkled with shredded coconut, and there is a thin layer of cream inside. The price has doubled and it is very popular. It's just that this kind of bread is not pre-wrapped, and it is really annoying to put it in a plastic bag one at a time. And when he handed the plastic bag to her for the first time, every step of the hand in the air was a brand new experience, and the troubles turned into completely opposite emotions.
It is normal to raise, reach, and return hands normally, but he only felt that he was done with just one stroke. In the next few days, he was at the same position and height, and he passed it many times by himself, but he couldn't find the same feeling. Why was this?
Sometimes it's morning, sometimes it's the evening when the street lights are on. It's almost a year, and I basically come once a day, buying a piece of bread every time, and she is alone every time. This is really strange. Regardless of men and women, teenage high school students are at the age of being lively and crowded. In contrast, she who is alone is more likely to attract others' attention. He has witnessed many strike-ups with her as the target. The so-called strike-ups are more like stand-up comedians directed and performed by high school boys, and there is no audience, because from the beginning to the end, there is no response at all.
While women have the natural right to refuse, but at this level, there are many people who love and hate, plus three or five loyal partners come out to help, it is really bad words to face to face Speak up. However, there was still no response. In short, it was completely ignored.
You kids don’t know anything, she is a fairy who can’t eat fireworks.....well, except for my bread......
She took the initiative to say the same sentence to him every day, "One bread, thank you", with an action of reaching out and pointing out the kind of bread she wanted.
In any case, he is also an adult man, and some things are self-explanatory. Yes, he knew it was unreasonable to be complacent about it. She would say "thank you", but it made people feel no warm thanks. It was more like putting the two words of thanks together without any emotion, and sometimes he even felt like he was with a foreign country. People speak, although he has never seen a foreigner, and no foreigner has ever spoken to him.
But as long as I think of seeing her every day, joy and longing take a completely overwhelming advantage. The previous self-deprecation has become useless work on the beach.
The lesson of those brave young people is before him. He warns himself: Don't do unnecessary actions, don't say unnecessary words, don't have redundant eyes, and don't be smart. After all, this school is very big, and the commissary is not the only one. It just happens to be located on the closest road from the playground to the dormitory area, which is a very good location. If the words are abrupt, and the other party thinks you have any bad intentions, and you never come to patronize, it would be too great a loss.
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has had dinner~IndoMTL.com~She hasn't come today. But the school was very lively for a while during the day, and I heard that there was a gang fight.
After eight o’clock, the wind and rain continued. In the light of the canteen, a drenched girl walked in with a tired body. The young man sitting behind the counter watching TV immediately stood up: "Uh, You..."
"A bread, thank you."
"Oh." The young man nodded, and immediately followed the girl's instructions to wrap up the big noodles, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you want an umbrella?"
"...no need." Looking at the label on the umbrella bar, the girl shook her head and took out her purse from her wet pocket. With her fingers, she took out a few small half-wet coins to put them in. Go to the counter, and then took the bread. After opening the wallet, the young man saw that there seemed to be no extra banknotes in it.
hesitated in her heart. When she looked up again, the girl had already carried the bread on her chest and walked out the door. The young man sat down and looked at the screen on the TV, then looked back at the rain screen outside the store. After a while, He gritted his teeth, picked up an umbrella and rushed out.
The girl's figure appeared under a street lamp not far in front, and he chased after her.
"Uh, that...it's raining...Although your body is soaked, um...don't worry, just treat it as I gave it to you, that... .. Goodbye..."
The girl’s plain gaze seemed to faintly oppressive, so that he couldn’t speak smoothly. After handing the umbrella over, he lowered his head and smiled, turned and ran to the canteen. From a distance, he seemed to see a hidden street. He didn't think much about the figure in the dark, and ran under the eaves. The girl had already walked silently across the road with an umbrella, gradually leaving this field of vision.