[Kaoru] The Great Adventure of a Commissary Salesperson Author: Shukhov
fairy weaver
When the female student came to the canteen for the first time, these two words came to his forehead restlessly, as if they were about to burst out, and then slipped to his lips. He was in a daze, but he still didn't say them out.
At that time, he was sitting on the dark bench behind the glass counter. The TV set next to the gray wall was playing "The Match of Heavenly Immortals". It was not Kun Opera or Peking Opera, it was just a local opera that was popular in eight towns. He was almost 20 years old.
A century later, even in the countryside, televisions are not uncommon, but the programs there are monotonous and the antennas are not very reliable. Going to the market to listen to the opera troupe is still the greatest entertainment, so for him, he doesn’t go out now.
Just being able to watch a play can be considered quite satisfactory. If it had been a few years later, the regional small stations would have gradually become marginalized, and the local operas would have shrunk until they were about to die out. The repertoire occasionally broadcast by provincial stations would have been reserved for Kun Opera and Huangmei Opera.
Only national-level TV stations have the luxury of specializing in drama channels. Of course, this is something to talk about later.
He is almost twenty years old, and more and more of the playmates he grew up with are getting married. His parents, whom he has not seen for a long time, summoned him from his hometown. Naturally, they have this intention, and it is nothing more than settling down in the city. It’s just that
I don’t know whether he is born with slowness or for some other reason, but this young man still stubbornly retains his peculiar outlook on life and values. For him, "finding a partner" is no more attractive than the stories about talented men and beauties in the play.
This is really rotten wood. His son is so confused. But his parents can't say anything for a while. He has grown up. Although the blood relationship is there, he has not seen each other for more than ten years since he was a child, and the relationship between them is also estranged.
Naturally, there are still some politeness or barriers that should not exist.
He lowered his head and stood up. I don't know if it was because he had been sitting on the bench for a long time, but his hands and feet were a little 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 wallet zipper being opened, the one-yuan coin, and the bag containing the bread face-up was taken away.
After a while, which was probably a few seconds, he looked up and walked out of the counter to look outside. She had already disappeared from sight. When he turned around, he saw that the TV was still singing, and he suddenly felt very boring.
There would be no fairies in this world. They are not fairies on TV, and they are not the ones printed on the colorful posters on the walls. This is common sense, and only fools don’t know it.
If one word were used to describe his current mood, "disillusionment" would be more appropriate - it turns out that there are real fairies. Of course, it is not entirely correct to say that she is a fairy. She is just an ordinary girl, who does not know how to fly in the clouds or perform magical arts. She looks gentle and quiet.
Quietly, he put himself back on the bench and tried to recall her appearance.
Wearing white sportswear, not very tall, can't remember the rest.
Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow she will come again, he thought.
She could walk on the road made of tofu, he thought again, and then felt that it was simply baffling.
After a while, the canteen introduced a new variety, sprinkled with shredded coconut and a thin layer of cream inside. The price doubled and it was very popular. However, this kind of bread was not pre-wrapped and had to be loaded one at a time.
Handing over the plastic bag was really a worry. But when he held the plastic bag and handed it to her for the first time, every step his hand took in the air was a new experience, and the worry turned into the completely opposite emotion.
It was obvious that he was raising his hand, reaching out, and returning his hand normally, but he just felt that it was done with just one brush. In the next few days, he handed it over to the same position and height by himself many times, but he couldn't find it back. The same feeling, why is this happening?
Sometimes it is in the morning, sometimes in the evening when the street lights are on. For almost a year, I come here basically once a day, buying a piece of bread every time, and she is alone every time. This is really strange, regardless of gender, teenagers A high school student is at an age when people gather together lively. In contrast, she is more likely to attract the attention of others when she is alone. He has witnessed many pick-up conversations targeting her. The so-called pick-up conversations are more like stand-ups directed and performed by high school boys. Cross talk, and it's the kind without an audience, because from the beginning to the end, there is no response at all.
Although women have the natural right to say no, but since it has reached this level, there are many people who love to hate, and with three or five loyal partners coming to support, it is really difficult to say any ugly words to your face. .However, there was still no response. To put it simply, he was completely ignored.
You kids don’t understand anything. She is a fairy who doesn’t eat fireworks from this world. Well, except for my bread.
She took the initiative to say the same exact words to him every day, "a piece of bread, thank you", and also made a gesture of pointing out the type of bread she wanted.
In any case, he is also an adult man, and some things are self-evident. Yes, he knows that it is unreasonable to be complacent about this. She will say "thank you", but it does not make people feel warm gratitude, and even more He seemed to put the two words "thank you" together and said them coherently without any emotion. Sometimes he even felt like he was talking to a foreigner, although he had never met a foreigner and no foreigner had ever spoken to him. Talked.
But as soon as I think of seeing her every day, joy and longing take over completely overwhelmingly, and the self-deprecation before becomes useless on the beach.
With the lessons of those brave young men in front of him, he warned himself: Don’t make unnecessary moves, don’t say unnecessary words, don’t have unnecessary eyes, and don’t be smart. After all, this school is very big, and he is not the only one with the canteen. It's just that it happens to be located on the road closest to the dormitory area from the playground, which is a good location. If you are rude and the other party thinks you have some bad intentions and will never come to visit again, it will be too much.
We've already had dinner, but she hasn't come yet today. However, the school was very lively for a while during the day, and I heard that there was a group fight somewhere.
At around eight o'clock, the wind and rain continued. Under the lights of the canteen, a soaked girl dragged her exhausted body in. The young man sitting behind the counter watching TV immediately stood up: "Uh, you"
"A piece of bread, thank you."
"Oh." The young man nodded, and quickly followed the girl's instructions to pack the large bread. He 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 wallet from her wet pocket. She took out a few semi-wet small denomination coins with her fingers and put them on the counter, then took them. Bread. When he opened his wallet, the young man saw that there seemed to be no extra banknotes in it.
He hesitated for a moment, but when he looked up again, the girl had already walked out of the door with the bread in her chest. The young man sat down and looked at the picture on the TV, then looked back at the rain curtain outside the store. After a while, he took a bite
Gritting his teeth, he picked up an umbrella and rushed out.
The girl's figure appeared under the streetlight not far ahead, and he chased after her.
"Well, it's raining. Although you are already soaked, don't worry, just treat it as a gift from me. Goodbye."
The girl's plain gaze seemed to give people a faint sense of oppression, so that he could not speak smoothly. After passing the umbrella, he lowered his head and smiled, turned around and ran towards the canteen. From a distance, he seemed to see a line hidden in the darkness.
He didn't think much about the figure and ran under the eaves. The girl had already walked silently to the other side of the road with an umbrella, gradually leaving the sight.