my black moonlight girlfriend

Chapter 2 He Doesn't Like It
He was silent.

The clerk is condescending and can clearly see the boss's appearance. His complexion is slightly pale, and his already handsome and delicate face is even more beautiful. His long and thick eyelashes are stained with water, and they don't tremble even a bit. The whole person seems to have lost his soul.

In the past two years, the boss has inexplicably become more and more like the proprietress. Sometimes he sits in the shop quietly, with the orange light cast by the lotus lamp above his head covering his whole body. A can of primitive simplicity blends into one, as if the proprietress was sitting there back then.

It was no longer the well-dressed, arrogant and enthusiastic Mr. Su back then.

"Mr. Su..." Seeing that the boss had fallen into a trance, she called him in a low voice.

On the edge of the umbrella, a raindrop fell and hit his face, like a bead of sapphire.

He stood up silently and entered the shop.

The furnishings in the store are still exactly the same as when she was there. The small store has display cabinets on the left wall and three sides. The cabinets used to display various paints, but now there are not many left. The display cabinets are surrounded by display cabinets. There are all kinds of pens and drawing papers. The half-painted peony painting on the display cabinet is her work. It has not been completed yet, and the color in the celadon ink tray placed next to the drawing paper has not been washed away, but it has long dried up.

There are several paintings on the wall on the right, one of which was made by her, which is a painting of red plums in snow. She likes to paint flowers and birds.

The rest of the paintings were gifts from masters of traditional Chinese painting, and they were her old friends, including works by Mr. Zhuang.

I drew a desk with Chinese-style carved twigs, and placed a tea table near the window. When painters came to buy paints, they always liked to chat with her about painting, and she made tea for the teachers.

That night, he drank tea with her at the tea table, and she cooked Jin Junmei for him.

In fact, he doesn't like drinking tea.

There are many things he doesn't like.

I don't like tea, I don't like flowers, I don't like black, I don't like fish, I don't like being alone...

Don't like her either.

But now he often wears black clothes, often makes tea by himself, and is always alone, and she doesn't know where he has gone.

He still doesn't eat fish.

He picked up the bracelet on the coffee table, it was a filigree gold-plated magnolia bracelet he gave her, and she would take it off when she touched the water, and put it on again when she was done.

She took off Jin Junmei for him that night and never put it back again...

The rain outside the window came and went quickly, and there were only sporadic points left in a blink of an eye.

He put down the bracelet and said to the clerk, "Sell it, wrap it up, and I'll deliver it myself."

The clerk hesitated for a moment, hesitated to speak, and finally packed all the paints neatly.

There is still a big box!
He picked up the suitcase and walked out. The clerk hurriedly asked, "Mr. Su, Mr. Su, then will I not be able to go to work tomorrow?"

He paused and turned back with a frown, "Why?"

"..." Do you still need to ask why?The last stock in the store has been sold. Is it necessary for this store to continue?
"If you have something to do, you can ask for leave. I'm free tomorrow, so I'll come and see the store!" He finished speaking and wanted to leave.

The clerk was anxious and chased after him, "Mr. Su, what am I selling when I come to work?"

Only then did he wake up, holding the big cardboard box in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time.

The clerk was a little apprehensive, "Mr. Su..."

He remembered that she had recruited the clerk herself. After thinking about it for a while, he finally asked hesitantly, "What's your name?"

(End of this chapter)