Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 344
How can it be so easy to work part-time in that store, and the clerk still has time to chat with customers.

If it is such a leisurely shop, it will not spend money to recruit part-time jobs.

Liang De looked at the memory of the woman behind the second door. Although he seldom looked back, he actually knew all those things.

The three-year social practice report of Shenshiyu High School is always working in a fried chicken shop.

But she didn't work in a fried chicken shop because she wanted to do social practice, but because she had no money.

Additional exercise materials, additional competition preparations, and additional after-school tutoring all require money, and it costs two copies.

Judgment Language had many extra dreams, about her brother, about herself, but she couldn't make extra demands on the guardians who adopted them.

My aunt broke up with her boyfriend after adopting them, and she didn't get married until Shen Shiyu went to college.

The inheritance and insurance money left by the parents are not much.

My aunt is an amazing person, but she is also just an introverted office worker with an ordinary salary.

There are many students in Shenshiyu who can ask their parents to ask relatives, colleagues and friends for summer social practice to get an easy part-time job that doesn't take them too seriously, but she has no one to ask.

So she asked about the nearby stores one by one, and chose the Korean fried chicken restaurant among several stores that were willing to recruit summer part-time workers.

The hourly salary offered by the fried chicken shop is not the highest. She chose this shop because both her aunt and she 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 time, the clerk can take some back.

I can also have the opportunity to choose, although very few.

She said so to herself in her heart.

A day without time for small talk goes something like this:
Get up at 08:30 in the morning to read and do homework, ride a bicycle to the store at [-]:[-] to prepare, open at [-]:[-], close at [-]:[-] in the evening, pour oil, clean the fryer, clean up, and dispose of garbage after closing... These things take about an hour, Close the shop at eleven o'clock, and go home by bicycle.

There is a lot of traffic in the business district, and the business of the fried chicken shop is very hot. She is like a wind-up mechanical doll, wandering around the back kitchen, the front desk and the dining area. So busy, she stood at the door handing out leaflets.

Sometimes she would see girls around her own age passing by, talking and laughing with milk tea and cones in their hands, their eyes sparkling in the sun.

In the 24 hours from morning to night, she has no time to shine.

There are so many things that should be done every day, and she has been doing what should be done without wasting any time.

It would be great if I could have one more moment of leisure, more time to waste at will, and more things to do for myself.

Later, she often thought so too.

Shen Shiyu is a very strong person. She once said to those close to her that she has no regrets and will not regret it.

When a person looks back at the past, he can say that he has lived up to this life.

But if you say you have no regrets in life, you are just trying to be tough on yourself.

If it was a huge and lofty wish that was not fulfilled, maybe she would not think about it often, but what she wanted at that time was only a very small, very ordinary thing, and she didn't get it in the end.

Liang De also has many such ordinary regrets. In the past, he often regretted it. Although he didn't say it, he ruminated over and over again in his heart: If I said that, if I did that, if I chose...but How can life come back again?

His eyes wandered back and forth between the three doors, and he gradually understood the law of the combination of the memories of the two.

Instead of piecing together point-to-point according to time, it is to fill in the life fragments from the other party in those places that are left blank.

The soul is blending, and the collapse is imminent. At the last moment of life, he and she subconsciously want to make up for those regrets.

In the chaotic time sequence, he added an audience who often disliked and frowned, giving voice to those silent and alone memories, and she had a lot of free time of her own, doing a lot of stupid things wasting her life with that childhood sweetheart who was not too annoying .

After graduating from Sheng Wuxu Private High School,

There are three doors, two of which are real shortcomings, and one of which is a patchwork perfection.

Liang De left the illusory stage and closed the third door for the two of them.

He stood in front of the three doors again, with a lighted menthol cigarette between his fingers.

The dark blue forge suspended above the bar suddenly stopped moving.

The noisy and chaotic sounds disappeared, and there was no longer a chaotic mist in the furnace. Liang De's figure was clearly visible behind the furnace wall.

Monk Tokachi'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 wine bottle, and Dong Cunzhen knocked twice on the forge with his hand, asking:
"Do you understand it?"

Liang De took a deep breath, and the burning tobacco turned into ashes in the flames, leaving a clear scent of mint in his chest.

"I don't really understand it, but there are too many things I don't understand, and it doesn't matter if there is one more thing.

Director Mo originally told me that the patchwork fate was fake, but I disagreed.

I think the fate of two people is true or false, it is up to oneself to decide. "

He threw away the cigarette butt and pushed open the second door, and walked in without looking back.

Behind that door is the memory of that woman. For him, there are familiar and unfamiliar scenery everywhere.

The 15-year-old Liang De was still talking nonsense endlessly, and the 27-year-old Liang De held a lot of words in his heart and didn't intend to say them out.

Oh no, he's not 27 anymore, he had a birthday that someone remembered, and he got a birthday present.

Liang De pushed open the door of the fried chicken shop, stepped over the untouchable phantoms, and reached out to catch the fried chicken carton handed out by the black-haired girl behind the counter.

"It's boring here, let's go play," he said.

A broken sound resounded between the two, the strong wind blew, and the dark blue forge hanging in the air was shattered in two after a violent shake, and a gray-black true nature guide 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 a cherry tomato back into the ice bar.

She took out the tablet box on the second floor of the ice bar, poured three tablets of cisapride into her hands, and stared at the tablets in a daze for a while.

After taking the medicine for a while, she got up and called home.

"Hey, Mom... Well, I've already asked for leave. The plane at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning will land at [-]:[-]... You don't need to pick me up. I already have a car appointment. I'll drive you there when I get home... Well, I I know, let’s talk about it when tomorrow arrives, I’ll leave it at that.”

Liang Lv put down his phone and looked at the date circled in black pen on the desk calendar.

It's that day again, time flies by so fast.

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