Chapter 1:

Senbei didn't dare to take a step forward, because there was someone standing at the door of the house.
You know, she has moved to this community for almost a year.
Except for takeaways and express delivery, no living creatures have come to look for her.
Even editors communicate on the Internet.
Senbei stood vigilantly, staring at the one in front of the house...
Back view.
I don't know if it is from the back of a man or a woman.
It has hair that reaches the shoulders and is tied into a half-ball head, which is a common female characteristic.
But its height ratio, shoulder width, in the composition of the characters, is completely a beautiful male figure.
Empty hands, indicating that it is not express delivery or takeaway.
It's still knocking on the door.
Senbei's heart trembled.
The terrible knock on the door means the beginning of a social punishment.
Last year, two well-spoken women in formal wear came to collect property fees.
They separated left and right, sang and sang praises, touted the security of their own community as unbreakable as the national defense wall, and they had to pull her into their topic and recognize their views...
This hurt her vitality for a week, and she didn't even finish a single line draft.
I'm afraid after thinking about it.
I don't know how long this person will stay.
Senbei clawed behind the stair railing, shrinking slightly.
It suddenly stopped knocking.
Take out the phone and tilt his head.
Senbei bowed his upper body lower, trying to bury himself.
So I saw its profile.
It's a man, a stranger.
With a high nose bridge, just right chin, nose tip and chin, his face is handsome, and the well-trimmed cheeks and stubble add a yuppy air to him.
The lines are so good, they seem to grow out of a girl.
Perhaps he noticed that there was something secretly observing behind him, he suddenly turned his face and looked at Senbei casually.
Senbei's throat suffocated, quickly don't open his eyes.
The heart has jumped to the throat.
Looking at people, another cosmic torture.
Every look was like cutting a knife into her heart.
While blushing,
The phone in Senbei's pocket shook.
The man looked back again, the expression in his eyes that didn't have any strength, now he became surprised.
But this sentiment did not last long, it turned to inquiry and analysis.
Senbei squeezed the shopping bag in his hand, feeling at a loss.
This gaze is more than suffering, it can simply strip her naked and throw her into the big sun downstairs.
In the pocket of her sweater, the constantly vibrating mobile phone is an inexcusable accomplice. Its lethality is no different from death knocking on the door, which will only arouse her more fear.
After observing her for a while, the man hung up the call and Senbei's cell phone stopped making any noise.
Should be confirmed, a seeming smile appeared on his lips. Then he moved his mouth and took a step towards her...
Mom! This person really came to her!
Did not hear what he said!
Senbei had turned around in a panic and ran downstairs.

In the afternoon, Chen Zhuo returned to "Zhongyi".
"Zhongyi" is an afternoon tea shop located in the city square in Ningshi.
It has become a local online celebrity shop because of its pure white decoration style and the boss's looks like a star.
It has been a year since the store opened and still has a pretty good business.
Well, Chen Zhuo is the boss here.
When he walked back to the staff rest room, Zhou Qingshu, the deputy store manager who was still sorting out this month’s small gifts, raised his head and glanced at him:
"Have you seen the fairy?"
The fairy is just a joke.
Soon after "Zhongyi" opened, it started the delivery business.
We know that after the takeaway app receives the order in the store, it will display the other party's surname and delivery address.
A "Ms. Fairy" who lives in Zhongjing County and has been making milk tea for almost a whole year every day, rain or shine, has a special surname that does not know whether it is true or not, and has attracted the attention of all employees.
In particular, her taste is single and specific, no matter how the variety of milk tea in the store changes in various ways, and no matter how the boss racks his brains to develop more new flavors.
She still places the simplest place as always, without adding anything
Original milk tea.
Fixed three-part sugar.
Chen Zhuo did not rush to answer, the picture half an hour ago is vivid.
He couldn't help but smile and was a little confused.
"It looks like I saw it," Zhou Qingshu leaned back in his chair: "Are you talking?"
Chen Zhuo shook his head, poured himself a glass of water, walked back to the table and sat down.
After sipping saliva, he frowned, "I ran away when I saw it."
Zhou Qingshu smiled and ridiculed: "It must be because I was tired of drinking our milk tea for a year, changed my heart, and started drinking it. I didn't call for half a month. Why did the boss come to the house to settle the accounts?
"..."
As Zhou Qingshu said, in the past two months, their "faithful" diehard "Ms. Fairy" has never ordered a cup of milk tea for an unprecedented time.
Everyone feels strange.
After reacting to this situation with Boss Chen, he has no doubt about his humanistic care for regular customers and his self-confidence in his own products.
Chen Zhuo looked for noon and went to the location of the "fairy" to confirm whether the other party had moved.
That is today.
Coincidentally, it happened to hit one side.
Zhou Qingshu shook his legs: "What do you look like? Xiaorui said that after a year of giving it away, he hadn't seen what the people living there looked like, so he opened the door and tremblingly stretched out her small hands and arms to receive the tea. "
"Does it really look like a fairy?" Zhou Qingshu was curious.
Chen Zhuo groaned, recalling the scene in the building.
A thin and small girl, wearing a big loose hoodie and trousers. The trousers were still long, and she rolled them twice.
She wore a mask and put her hood tightly on her head.
Only a pair of dark eyes that were confused, looked at him as if looking at a scourge.
Inexplicable, funny and funny.
Chen Zhuo hooked his lips: "I didn't see it." But I remember it very carefully.
Zhou Qingshu asked: "Sure it is her?"
Chen Zhuo: "OK."
Zhou Qingshu sighed: "It's better to move away."
Chen Zhuo remained silent, but smiled deeper.
As far as he is concerned, on the contrary, how can he move away? It would be better to really get tired of the taste here and want to try another meal.
Only by comparing can distinguish good from bad, so that when she looks back, she will find that no matter how many families are, he still doesn't like his cup.