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In the clear autumn of October, the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and a thin layer of flowers falls on both sides of the street. The wind blows and dances, like a white rain.
A girl wearing a long skirt walked into the convenience store at the end of the street. The cyan prints on the skirt were scattered in random patterns.
She bypassed the scattered express delivery items on the ground and walked to the shelf on the right: "Get the express delivery."
The shelf is in front of the window. There is a beanbag in front of the window. There is a plastic basket for loading goods in front of the sofa. Rong Li is sitting on the beanbag with his legs on the basket. The sun is on his left, broken gold The same sunlight happened to fall on half of his face, which made him feel hot, even though he was wearing a sweater hat.
Because I had my hair cut during surgery, I also wore a peaked cap under my sweatshirt.
He stood up, took off his headphones, and threw his phone on the sofa. The sound of gunfire in the game did not stop.
He asked the girl: "The last number"
The girl said: "4213."
"Wait a mininute."
He went to the back of the shelf to look for express delivery. He was not very skilled. After searching for a while, he came out holding a corner of the plastic bag and said, "Recipient."
The girl laughed: "Song Island."
She used to be a regular customer.
Rong Li took a pen from the paper box on the shelf and gave it to her along with the courier: "Sign."
Last year, before he and Xu Tanxi went to Nancheng, Cheng Ji bought this store and turned it into a convenience store. He hired two employees to collect express delivery.
An employee broke his leg last week, and Rong Li came to cover a few days of work.
Of course, it¡¯s not free.
Cheng Ji is the owner of this store now, and Rong Li gave the plastic a friendly price of 90,000 yuan a day.
After Song Daodao signed, he returned the pen, then took out an apple from his bag and placed it next to the computer where he entered the express delivery.
Rong Li took a look.
She took out another bag of wedding candies from her bag. The bright red cloth bag had bright red ‡Ö characters rusted on it, and placed it next to the apple.
"I'm getting married on October 1st."
Rong Li has an impression of her and remembers that she once gave apples.
He is not very social, and his polite words are unnatural and a bit stiff, but he still said: "Congratulations."
Song Daodao was quite surprised: "Thank you."
"If it were him in the past, he probably wouldn't have said such a thing. In the past, he was always alone in the wall, like an untamed but trapped lion.
Song Daodao came out of the store and looked at the people inside through the glass.
He put his hat on again, turned his back to the sun, and lowered his head while playing. From the side, you could see the erect tip of his nose and the tear mole at the corner of his eye.
The beauty is still a beauty, but now that the moon has risen, she has come to live in the human world.
Suddenly a call came, and he quickly quit the game and answered the phone.
"èÃèÃ."
He raised his face, curved the corners of his mouth a little, and the light on his side became softer.
Xu Tanxi said on the phone: "Aunt Li and I are shopping for groceries and will pass by the kindergarten. You don't have to go to check in when you come back."
He warned: ¡°Pay attention to safety outside and don¡¯t walk in the middle of the road.¡±
"Um."
He then said: "Don't cook, wait until I get back to do it."
"Okay." Xu Tanxi asked, "Is the store busy?"
The sun was a bit dazzling, so he pushed his peaked cap down: "I'm not busy."
I don¡¯t know what was said on the other side of the phone. He was smiling, and the shadow of his eyelashes was very gentle.
Song Daodao stood outside the glass window, a little lost.
"Island."
The young boy in the trench coat tugged at the knitted sweater outside her dress.
She turned back: "Huh?"
The boy raised his chin, pointed at Rong Li inside the glass window, and asked sourly: "Who is he?"
She was worried that the people inside would hear her, so her voice was very small, but her smile was very strong: "It's someone I once liked."
He was the person who had lived through her youth with great brilliance. That person had changed a lot, became warmer, and loved to laugh.
The boy was Song Daodao¡¯s fianc¨¦. After hearing this, he glanced at the back of his ¡°love rival¡± rather unhappily: ¡°You¡¯re really not afraid of me being angry, are you?¡±
Song Daodao took the boy on his arm and went home: "Then are you angry?"
He snorted and sipped hard on her face.
There were not many customers in the store, and as dusk approached, the color of the sky in the distance gradually changed from golden to orange.
??????????????????????????He picked out a soft candy from the cloth bag embroidered with the word "‡Ö", peeled off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth. It was very sweet and had a greasy taste that he liked: "Chiyang, come and help me."
He was playing games with only one earphone on.
He is still very bad, but he still loves it.
Chiyang was not with him in the game: "Wait a minute." He was with Xu Yingying: "Yingying, go lick the bag quickly."
Xu Yingying went to lick the bag, while Chiyang was guarding him with a gun.
Rong Li, who was surrounded by three enemies, was shot several times, lost all his blood, and turned into a box: "I am dead."
Chiyang: "Oh."
""
Rong Li kicked the plastic basket under his feet, then turned off the game: "I'm going home."
Cheng Jinbao, who was in charge of the cashier, looked at the time: five forty, well, it¡¯s time for Brother Rong to go home and cook for his wife.
At this time, there are many people on the street. The hawkers are shouting loudly. People carrying baskets to buy vegetables are strolling from East Street to West Street. Children after school are jumping in groups. Tourists who come to the town are leaning on the sweet-scented osmanthus. Taking photos under the trees, Yucong Snow Mountain comes into the shot, embellishing the fireworks in the world into an ink painting.
On the side of the road, there was a mop vendor wearing a loudspeaker and talking like a stand-up comedian, praising his mop to the heavens and the earth.
There were many people watching the excitement around.
"Boss, how much does this cost?"
The hawker said: "Eighty-nine."
The lady shook her head: "It's so expensive, can it be less?"
"It's already very cheap, all are ex-factory prices."
There were so many people around that no one noticed that a hand had already reached for the lady's bag. The hand was not very agile, but the blade was very sharp. It cut a hole and the wallet fell out, and the dark hand caught it.
The owner of the hand put the wallet under his arm, wrapped it in his coat, hummed a tune and left.
He looks to be in his thirties, with a sturdy build and yellow teeth. He is looking for his next target as he walks. He took a closer look, his eyes were bright, and he was about to step forward¡ª¡ª
A brick was thrown at him, hitting him in the socket of the knee.
He screamed, fell forward, and hit an osmanthus tree. A layer of skin was scratched on his forehead, and the wallet under his arm rolled out.
Passers-by heard the sound and looked over.
The owner of the wallet touched the bag and shouted "thief".
The thief covered his head and was about to run away, but his right leg went numb and he fell back. When he turned around, he saw Rong Li in the crowd.
He patted the dust off his hands, and the shadow of the brim of his hat fell on his eyebrows.
"Rong, Rong, Rong¡ª¡ª"
The thief's name is Yang Laosi. He picked up Rong Li's wallet on this street a year ago. His right hand, which is not very nimble now, is Rong Li's masterpiece. After resetting the bones for a year, his hand is itchy again.
Rong Li walked forward lazily, with the setting sun behind him and shadows stepping on his feet: "Is your hand ready?"
Yang Laosi¡¯s pupils shrank suddenly and his whole body trembled.
A year ago, it was this devil who smashed his hand bones with bricks.
Rong Li bent down and picked up the stone¡ª¡ª
Yang Laosi held his head and shouted in fear.
"What's your name?" Rong Li threw the stone to the side of the road so as not to block the road. He blew the ashes on his hands and dialed 110, "I want to report the crime."
This year¡¯s autumn is not so bleak.
The later Rongli was no longer the same as before.
It was past seven o'clock, and it was completely dark. Every household lit up lanterns and shook the shadows of the trees. The domestic dogs in the alley kept barking after hearing the sound.
"Woof!"
"Woof!"
"Woof woof!"
The shadow at the intersection stumbled forward in the night.
The barking dogs quieted down and each retreated into their dens, hiding their heads, as well behaved as quails.
"elder brother!"
Rongguanguan is like a happy chicken, flying out.
Xu Tanxi was behind, holding a handmade lantern and wearing an embroidered cloak outside her long skirt.
She looked at the person in the night and turned the light to his feet: "I'm back."
Rong Li pulled away Rong Guanguan, who was holding his legs, and came to Xu Tanxi. The surroundings were dark, and her eyes were gentle and clear: "Didn't I ask you to wait at home?" He went to the police station to take notes. It's too late to come back now.
Xu Tanxi put a hand on her abdomen, her belly bulging slightly: "I'm afraid you can't see clearly, so I'll pick you up."
Rong Li took the lantern from her hand and led her home.
Rong Guanguan followed: "Brother, what did you buy?"
"Sugar oil daddy."
"Bring it to me."
Rong Li gave it to him.
The little dumpling carried the bag and skipped home, humming a new nursery rhyme taught by the kindergarten teacher.
"The black sky hangs low
The bright stars accompany each other
Insects fly Insects fly
Who are you missing"
The moonlight shines down, and the fireworks in the world sink into the night. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)From behind: "Brother, what did you buy?"
"Sugar oil daddy."
"Bring it to me."
Rong Li gave it to him.
The little dumpling carried the bag and skipped home, humming a new nursery rhyme taught by the kindergarten teacher.
"The black sky hangs low
The bright stars accompany each other
Insects fly Insects fly
Who are you missing"
The moonlight shines down, and the fireworks in the world sink into the night. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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