How could it be so easy to work part-time in that store? The clerk even had time to chat with customers.
If the store was so quiet, it wouldn't spend money to hire part-time workers.
Liang De looked at the memory of the woman behind the second door. Although he rarely looked back, he actually knew all those things.
Shen Shiyu’s social practice report for three years in high school always involved working in a fried chicken restaurant.
But she didn't go to work in a fried chicken restaurant because she wanted to do some social practice, she did it because she had no money.
Additional exercise materials, additional competition preparations, and additional after-school tutoring all cost money, and it’s two cents.
Shen Shiyu had many extra dreams, about her brother and about herself, but she could not make extra requests to the guardian who adopted them.
My aunt broke up with her boyfriend after adopting them, and she was not married until Shen Shiyu went to college.
The inheritance and insurance money left by my parents were not much.
My aunt is a great person, but she is just an introverted office worker with an ordinary salary.
Shen Shiyu had many classmates who could ask their parents to ask relatives, colleagues and friends for summer social practice and get a relaxed part-time job that didn't take them too seriously, but she had no one to ask for help.
So she checked around the nearby stores one by one and chose the Korean fried chicken restaurant among several stores that were willing to hire summer part-time workers.
Fried chicken restaurants don't offer the highest hourly wages. She chose this restaurant because her aunt and she both like fried chicken.
The management of self-operated individual stores is not as strict as that of brand chains. If there is unsold fried chicken at closing, the store staff can take some back.
I also have the opportunity to choose, although it is rare.
She said this to herself in her heart.
A day without time for small talk might look like this:
I get up at five in the morning to study and do questions, ride my bicycle to the store to prepare at 8:30, open the door at 10, close at 10 in the evening, pour oil after closing, clean the fryer, clean, and dispose of garbage... these things take about an hour.
We closed the shop at eleven o'clock and rode our bicycles home.
There was a lot of traffic in the business district, and the fried chicken restaurant was doing very well. She was like a mechanical doll that was wound up, walking around in the back kitchen, the front desk and the dining area. From 2 to 5 p.m., the restaurant was empty.
So busy, she stood at the door handing out leaflets.
Sometimes she would see girls about her own age passing by, holding milk tea and cones in their hands, talking and laughing, their eyes shining in the sun.
In the twenty-four hours from morning to night, she had no time to shine.
There are so many things that should be done every day, and she has been doing what she should do without wasting any time.
It would be great if we could have more free time, more time to waste freely, and more things to do for ourselves.
She often thought the same thing later on.
Shen Shiyu is a very strong person. She once told people close to her that she has no regrets and will not regret it.
When a person looks back on the past, he can say that he is worthy of this life.
But if you say you have no regrets in life, you are just trying to be tough on yourself.
If her huge and lofty wish failed to come true, maybe she wouldn't think about it often, but what she wanted at that time was only a very small, very ordinary thing, and in the end she couldn't get it.
Liang De also had many ordinary regrets like this. In the past, he often regretted it. Although he didn't say it with his mouth, he ruminated over and over again in his heart: If I had said that, if I had done that, if I had chosen... But
How can life be repeated?
His eyes wandered back and forth between the three doors, and he gradually understood the rules of how the two people's memories were combined.
Instead of piecing it together point-to-point in time, it fills in the gaps left with fragments of the other person's life.
The souls are fused, and collapse is imminent. In the last moments of their lives, he and she subconsciously want to make up for the regrets they have had.
In the chaotic time sequence, he had an audience who often frowned in disgust, giving voice to those memories of silence and solitude, and she had a lot more free time of her own, doing many stupid things that wasted her life with her childhood sweetheart who was not too annoying.
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After graduating from Sheng Wuxu Private High School,
There are three doors, two are real defects, and one is patchwork perfection.
Liang De left the illusory stage and closed the third door between the two of them.
He stood in front of the three doors again, with a lit menthol cigarette between his fingers.
The dark blue forge suspended above the bar suddenly stopped moving.
The noisy and chaotic sounds disappeared, the furnace was no longer a chaotic fog, and Liang De's figure was clearly visible behind the furnace wall.
The Shisheng monk's eyes lit up while he was soaking in the wine with his hands on the rim of the cup. Mo Feisheng put down the bottle. Dong Cunzhen reached out and knocked twice on the forge and asked:
"Do you understand?"
Liang De took a deep breath, and the burning tobacco turned into ashes in the flames, leaving a clear mint flavor in his chest.
"I don't understand it very well, but there are too many things that I can't figure out, and it doesn't matter if there is one more.
Director Mo originally told me that the fate he pieced together was fake, but I disagreed.
I think it’s up to you to decide whether the fate between two people is true or false.”
He threw away the cigarette butt, pushed open the second door, and walked in without looking back.
Behind that door is the memory of that woman. To him, there are familiar and unfamiliar scenery everywhere.
The fifteen-year-old Liang De was still talking nonsense endlessly. The twenty-seven-year-old Liang De was holding a lot of words in his heart and had no intention of speaking them out.
Oh no, he is no longer twenty-seven years old. He had a birthday that no one remembered and received a birthday present.
Liang De pushed open the door of the fried chicken shop, crossed the unreachable phantoms, reached out and caught the fried chicken carton handed out by the black-haired girl behind the counter.
"It's so boring here, let's go play." He said.
There was a shattering sound between the two, strong winds blew, and the dark blue forge suspended in the air split into two halves after a violent shaking, and a gray-black true nature pierced the sky.
That is - a man's romance.
…
The Blue Star System, somewhere in this world.
In a spacious independent office, Liang Lu put a box of vegetable salad with only half of a cherry tomato back on the ice bar.
She took out the pill box placed on the second floor of the ice bar, poured three tablets of cisapride into her hand, and stared at the pills in a daze for a while.
After taking the medicine, it took a while before she cheered up and called home.
"Hey, Mom... Well, I've already asked for leave. The flight will be at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and will land at 9:20... You don't need to pick me up. I've already arranged a car. I'll drive you there when I get home... Well, I
I know, let’s wait till tomorrow comes, then I’ll give it up.”
Liang Lu put down his cell phone and looked at the date circled in black pen on the work desk calendar.