When I was a child, I would have breakfast and rush to work by bus.
Near the end of the month, when the workload of the finance department was the heaviest, Tongnian opened his eyes as big as walnuts and was struggling with the numerous data on the report, when he was suddenly called by the front desk lady to sign for the express delivery.
cake?
Roses?!
Childhood was surprised.
Although she couldn’t go home for her birthday every year, her dad would order a cake online and send it to the company for her to celebrate with her colleagues, but he wouldn’t send her roses. That’s not his style!
There was a greeting card in the bouquet. I picked it up and glanced at it. Under the long and eloquent blessing message, the name signed was a three-letter abbreviation: TXD
I glanced at it when I was a child and almost mistook it for the abbreviation of taxi.
Khan-_-||
After carefully checking the recipient again and again and confirming that it was Tongnian himself, I signed for it first.
"Niannian, which little brother sent you the roses?"
After sending the delivery guy off, Tongnian fled with the rose bouquet and cake in his arms, under the ambiguous gaze of the receptionist: "I want to know too!"
I carried the cake back to the office. It was just time for morning tea, so I called my colleagues over to cut it up together. Everyone was having a great time while eating.
The bouquet of bright red roses was pleasing to the eye, so she went to the property management lady and asked for a vase to put the flowers in.
"Niannian, your express delivery."
On this side, Tongnian was happily eating cake, and on the other side, the receptionist asked her to sign for the express delivery again.
Put down the cake in your hand, and look out at your childhood...
Well!
Another delivery guy was carrying a cake box.
"What is it?"
"cake."
"mine?"
"Childhood."
"Who placed the order?"
"I don't know. I'm only responsible for delivery."
After a seemingly normal yet somewhat weird conversation, Tongnian took the list, looked at the name on it, and sure enough, it was hers.
Although I was confused as a child, I still signed for it.
But before childhood could even turn around, a courier boy came in, still holding a cake box with a cake shop's logo printed on it.
Childhood stared at it in amazement, with a sense of foreboding.
really……
The next second, she saw the delivery guy walking towards her with a cake box and a smile on his face...
"Childhood is who, XXX cake, please sign for it."
childhood:……
Who is so arrogant as to send out three cakes in a row?
I walked into the Finance Department, carrying a cake in each hand. My colleagues who were eating cakes all looked at me with envy (greasy) eyes...
Um.
Now everyone has afternoon tea.
The other two cakes were also opened and looked at during childhood.
One was ordered by her father, and the other was signed by her beloved apprentice.
My beloved disciple.
I worked as a child for several years and supervised several groups of interns in my job, but I never took in any apprentices, so there is no such thing as an apprentice in reality.
This precious disciple...
Could it be her? !
The address of the company where she worked as a child was given to Xiao Wenxi when he asked for her cell phone number that day.
With this question in mind, Tongnian went to the tea room to get some water, found Xiao Wenxi's profile picture on WeChat, and sent him a short message...
Little apprentice, have you ordered a cake for me?
On the other side, Xiao Wenxi waited for the customer to pay before picking up his phone to check messages when he had time.
I casually replied to her: Dear, it’s Master’s birthday. As his apprentice, I can’t be too rude. I should show some appreciation.
Childhood: (shy expression).
She told her that today was her birthday and she definitely didn’t want a birthday cake!
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