Chapter 3:

Zhang Guo'er hurriedly recorded Xu Lian's golden sentence before sitting back at the table and eating with peace of mind.
Xu Lian was not surprised by her behavior. She didn't spend much time eating and then went upstairs to rush the order.
Halfway through, the person in charge of the developer sent her a message to communicate the progress of the order. After Xu Lian and the person in charge talked, they heard the wind chimes in front of the shop.
Because there were quite a lot of guests this afternoon, she didn't care, and she continued her busy work, but Zhang Guoer, who was sitting under the shop, was suddenly excited.
Her observation target No. 0122 is here!
"Old ..." She subconsciously wanted to shout Xu Lian loudly, but as soon as she got up, she was interrupted by the people.
"Shh." Wei Yichen made a snoring gesture to her, and her forefinger put on a punk-style silver ring, which seemed to flash in the sun, "I'll go up and find her myself."
Zhang Guoer obediently closed his mouth and nodded his head twice.
Wei Yichen didn't look at her anymore and went straight to the second floor. Hearing the sound of his leather boots gradually rising up, Zhang Guoer excitedly took his own small book and wrote under target 0122: "Wei Chen is so charming!"
After reading it, she thought it was too emotionally exposed. As an observer, she should be more objective and rational.
So she crossed out that sentence and changed it to "Wei Yichen is really charming", ending with a period.
The door of Xu Lian's workshop was not locked. Wei Yichen opened the door from the outside, and Xu Lian noticed that someone had come in.
"Why are you here?" She glanced at Wei Yichen, and her eyes fell back on the thermometer in her hand. She was cooling the wax. She didn't dare to be distracted at this stage, because if she didn't pay attention, the temperature would drop too low, and then she would have to reheat.
Wei Yichen was a little dissatisfied with her indifferent attitude, but she smiled quickly and pulled up two tickets from her pocket and put them on the table: "Pumkin's resurrection concert tickets, tomorrow we will listen together."
Xu Lian glanced at the ticket on the eye table and said to him, "You know that Uncle Wei doesn't like you doing this, and you're going to a concert, do you want to him off?"
Wei Yichen stood up straight and said indifferently: "You said that when I had long hair last year. Isn't he alive now?"
Yes, Wei Yichen had long hair last year. It wasn't too long. He just reached his shoulders and put half of it in his head to form a pony tail. This is a very classic look of Pump's lead singer Ray. Wei Yichen liked them from an early age. Even the two black studs on the left ear were imitated rays.
This year he finally cut his hair short. Although it is still the style Ray used to have, he has a handsome black hair that is more acceptable than long hair before.
Seeing that the temperature was almost the same, Xu Lian took out the thermometer and wiped away the wax residue on it, and looked at Wei Yichen with a side-by-side look: "So you plan to make persistent efforts this year?"
Wei Yichen shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, the more he doesn't like what I do, the more I like to do, do you think it's strange?"
Xu Lian did not publish this topic again. The conflict between their father and son did not happen overnight, and she was not an easy judge for outsiders.
"Brother Chen, gone—!"
Outside Xu Lian's shop, two little young boys dressed on the scooter rode on the locomotive and shouted inside. Wei Yichen glanced out, gestured to them, and ordered the tickets on the table: "I'll pick you up tomorrow, I still have something to do, go first."
Xu Lian looked at his back in a hurry, and looked at the two tickets lying on the table, her eyebrows raised slightly. She didn't seem to agree to go.
Zhang Guoer watched Wei Yichen and his younger brother riding away on the locomotive in a downstairs. They ran upstairs, and asked Xu Lian to ask, "Boss boss, what does Brother Chen come to you for?"
"..." Xu Lian paused for a moment, looked at her and asked, "When did you start calling him Chen?"
"Just by accident ..." Zhang Guoer shook his head, walked over, and saw the tickets on the table at a glance. "Wow, a ticket for the revival concert in pumpkin! Or a VIP ticket! Brother Chen gave you?"
"Ok."
"Awesome, Brother Chen really is a society! Do you know how much ordinary tickets are scrambled online?"
Xu Lian was quite puzzled: "Is this concert so hot?"
Although she also liked the songs of pumpkin, they have been dissolved for ten years, enough time for humans to forget a lot of things.
Zhang Guo'er said, "Boss, you are too underestimated when you say this. In their heyday, I am afraid that only the Heavenly King can compete in the entertainment industry. Besides, what do modern people care about the most? Feelings! Beginning. "
Xu Lian nodded thoughtfully: "You say that I still want to go."
Zhang Guoer: "..."
She should go to Wei Yichen to invite a merit.
Just thinking about it, the bell on the downstairs rang again, and Zhang Guoer ran down and said to the new guests: "Good afternoon, welcome!"
After a full day of work, monSter officially closed the day at 6:30 pm. Zhang Guoer packed up his things, greeted Xu Lian, and left work. Xu Lian stayed in the shop alone, made another order, and left at seven.
I do n’t know if she had eaten a lot of vegetables at noon. She did n’t have an appetite at night, so she did n’t order take-out, and she went home to cook her own bowl of noodles.
At this time, it was the peak period for delivering food to the sky. He was busy until 8:30, and then he had to buy something to eat in the air, and ate on the side of the road.
The area he is responsible for is not in the city center, and the traffic on the street is not particularly large. No one on the street rushes to pay attention to this takeaway brother who eats on the street.
Xiang Changkong's job is to deliver meals to others every day, but his meals have always been solved this way.
Another man pushed the battery car over under the street lights and parked it beside his car. Looking up at Changkong, he was the person he often met when delivering food.
"Hey buddy, meet again, we really have a destiny." Holding the plastic bag in his hand, the man walked to Xiang Changkong and stood side by side with him.
Xiang Changkong remembered that he was not very friendly with him yesterday, but he didn't say much, just nodded at him, and said "um" lightly.
"You also have dinner so late, it's really tiring for us!" He said as he opened the lunch box in his hand, and the aroma of the food slowly leaked out of it.
It smells good, but it's not very good. He glanced at the bowl in Changkong's hand and asked, "Why is your face so mushy?"
The little brother patted himself on the back of his head and smiled bitterly: "Hey, don't mention it, it was originally delivered to the guests. I fell down on the way to take the meal, and it took a while. Before the meal was delivered to the guest, The refund is no longer needed, I can only buy it myself. "
It's been two hours since I finished this job, so I don't blame it.
Xiang Changkong was silent for a while, and said to him, "Food delivery is still the first safety. Where have you not been hurt?"
"It's all skin trauma, it doesn't get in the way." He laughed twice, rolled up a chopsticks, and ate it. "Don't look at this batter, the taste is good! I can't bear to buy such an expensive The noodles of the bowl. "
Xiang Changkong looked at his dry face and handed him the mineral water he had just bought: "I haven't drunk it."
The little brother froze and gave him a big smile: "Thank you, buddy!"
His skin is the same as that of other takeaways, because of the prolonged sun and rain, it is darker than ordinary people. But his teeth were whiter than ordinary people, and he grinned so much, showing a large white tooth, looking a bit silly and cute.
It may be because he received a bottle of mineral water from Changkong, and this man's words were even more unbearable: "Although it is a bit unlucky today, fortunately, the customer didn't complain to me at the end, or I'll dry it out that day."
Nodded to the sky, and continued to eat.
"Sometimes I think we are so miserable. I do n’t want to talk about it, but we have to get angry everywhere." The brother poke the cold noodles in the bowl with chopsticks and complained, "If it was not for me and my wife-in-law Shop, I've long been out. "
He glanced at Changkong: "Landchain store?"
"Well, my wife and I want to open a bunch of stores. It doesn't have to be big. A small store is enough. But it costs money to open a store, and the rent is also expensive.
"So it is."
"My daughter-in-law is also very hard. Every day, like me, I work early and late, but I am still very happy to see that we are getting closer and closer to the goal!" He said, and asked Xiang Changkong, "Where are you What dream do you have? "
Xiang Changkong's eyes were slightly stagnant, as if a little dreamy: "Dream?"
"Yeah, we have a dream for a takeaway brother!"
Xiang Changkong didn't answer for a moment, he remembered the torn letter in the trash.
A car drove across the road in front of them, their headlights dazzling. Looking up at the sky slightly, looking at the night sky. I don't know when it will be difficult to see the stars in the city. In the boundless sky, there is only darkness.
"I don't have anything that big, I just want to send my sister to college."
I didn't expect Xiang Changkong to have this answer. The little brother who asked the question stayed for a few seconds before asking: "Do you have a sister?"
"Well, I am in high school this year." Xiang Changkong finished eating the boxed lunch and packed it into the trash can aside.
Seeing that he was pushing the battery car, he was about to leave. The younger brother quickly stood up holding the packing box and shouted at him, "Hey, man, my name is Cheng Peng, what's your name?"
Stepped on the battery car to Changkong and glanced back at him: "My name is Xiangchangkong."
The person named said that this is the longing for the sky.