Chapter 6
With a "click", something fell to the ground. Jiang Rong looked down and saw the steamed buns dropped on the ground. Fortunately, the steamed buns were wrapped in a transparent plastic bag, so they were not dirty. There was also a note placed by the window. Jiang Rong picked it up and took a look. As soon as she saw the signature, she couldn't help but curl her lips.
It was a note from Lin Yaofang, and it read: [If you don't appreciate my kindness, then forget it. Just think of me as being sentimental!]
[Honestly, who else can be so nice to you besides me? ]
Jiang Rong crumpled the note into a ball without thinking. She didn't know if it was because she had been daydreaming for too long or because his movements were too gentle, but she didn't even hear the sound of Lin Yao coming over to put the steamed buns down.
But she would not eat this steamed bun. She rubbed her stomach which was starting to hurt again, squatted down as usual to relax for a while, then picked up the steamed bun on the ground, patted it, put it in the gap between the window and the security window, and continued to walk downstairs.
It’s really strange to think about it. The boy in my memory has never been so self-indulgent.
However, the two of them haven't seen each other for a long time. They didn't go to the same junior high and high school. If the place where I worked hadn't closed down, I wouldn't be here. I don't know how he became like this.
Jiang Rong shook her head, sighed lightly, and chose to throw Lin Yao out of her mind. Since she couldn't figure it out, she decided not to think about it. After all, the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and ever since he said that, Lin Yao was not that important in her heart.
It's just a neighbor I'm more familiar with.
The further she walked down the stairs, the more sunlight shone through the gaps onto the girl's face. Jiang Rong couldn't help but become more nervous. Thinking of the bright and beautiful coffee shop, and seeing her own blue and white school uniform through the distorted glass on other people's windows, Jiang Rong suddenly stopped and turned to walk home.
She covered her face and sighed. She had been worrying about whether there was a shortage of people and forgot to change her clothes first. Everyone knew that the crackdown on child labor had been quite strict recently, so what she was wearing should at least not be such an obvious uniform for underage students.
But when she got home, Jiang Rong was completely conflicted again. You know, she had never bought any clothes for herself in all these years. After all, she didn't have much money in her pocket. Knowing that her father owed money, the money was spent on water, electricity, tuition, and food.
Now I only eat steamed buns at noon. You can tell how tight my financial situation is without even thinking about it.
So it has been a long time since Jiang Rong put a new set of clothes suitable for her age into her closet. It seems that the blue and white school uniform is even the best clothes in her closet. After all, when she worked for her aunt, she also wore the work clothes provided by the noodle shop.
Jiang Rong rummaged through the limited wardrobe and soon found a few sets of clothes. As the few private clothes in the closet, they were given to her by Grandma Zhou when she was still alive. At that time, she said that they were clothes discarded by the children in the family. It would be a waste to throw them away after they had not been worn many times. But for Jiang Rong, those were no different from brand new ones.
But the problem is, I was already in elementary school when Grandma Zhou was around. Although I haven't grown much taller over the years, the main problem is that the patterns on those T-shirts are too childish!
Jiang Rong really couldn't imagine herself looking for a job in a coffee shop while wearing a T-shirt with a cartoon character's butt pattern.
But the question is, is there any other way besides this?
She thought for a long time, but she didn't dare to borrow clothes. If she bought them at a nearby market, they would be cheaper. But when she thought about finding a part-time job, which might not be successful, and having to pay so much money in the early stage, Jiang Rong felt a pang of pain.
She stood by the window, looking left and right several times from the market to the coffee shop, watching the pedestrians passing by, wearing skirts, and she seemed to think that she should have a yellow floral skirt at home that was a little too big for her at the time.
The more she recalled, the clearer the floral skirt became, and Jiang Rong hurried to look in the closet again.
She even thought of Grandma Zhou at that time, and seemed to whisper: "It's better to be bigger, so that I can wear it longer. Grandma may not necessarily..."
Jiang Rong felt that she was probably going crazy looking for it. In order to make herself believe that the skirt really existed, she began to fabricate non-existent memories for herself.
Fortunately, after rummaging through the drawers, I actually found the dress in the closet in another room.
Jiang Rong remembered that at that time, the joy of owning a skirt was no less than the joy of watching an episode of TV, so the little self wished she could wear that skirt every day.
However, the skirt began to fade after being washed too many times. For Jiang Rong, who was still young and had little life experience, she was a little worried that the new skirt would not last long after being washed like this. After all, her mother, who was occasionally conscious at the time, would say that she would take her to visit her father in prison, so she wanted to dress beautifully to visit her father.
So I wrapped the skirt and a piece of fragrant soap together in a plastic bag, but I didn't expect that I would take out the skirt again until now.
Time has passed, and Jiang Rong has forgotten the feeling of having to sleep with her clothes in her arms. Fortunately, she has always kept her house very clean, and there are no mice or cockroaches. Apart from the fact that the skirt is a little wrinkled and yellowed, it even smells a little fragrant. Jiang Rong subconsciously took it out, patted it, and put it on. The skirt that she thought was too small before now fits her perfectly.
Jiang Rong tugged at the hem of her skirt and put it on, a skirt she hadn't worn for a long time. She felt inexplicably shy and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't say that it was in line with the style of the coffee shop, but at least it was much better than the blue school uniform.
Jiang Rong pushed the door open again and walked out. The steamed buns by the window were still there, and the plastic bag was covered with water droplets due to the heat. After taking a look at it, Jiang Rong walked down quickly. When she opened the door of the unit, she could see the coffee shop not far away.
The store manager, whose name was Shen Jianye, was standing at the door with food samples to attract customers. The only difference was that there was already a circle of people around him. Several mothers-in-law who lived nearby were surrounding him. Before he walked over, he could guess what they would say just by looking at their body movements.
They must be like this: "Manager Shen is young and promising, do you have a partner?"
"How come you, such a handsome guy, opened such a trendy shop here?"
"Young man, a shop like yours won't last long here."
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The girl looked at the store again and found that there was indeed a recruitment poster at the door, which meant that the classmate did not lie to Lin Yue. So she pursed her lips and pulled down the hem of her skirt, took a deep breath and was about to walk over. After taking a few steps, she saw a familiar face not far behind the crowd, in her blind spot just now.
Jiang Rong remembered her, the new classmate in her assigned class. Yesterday, she was chatting with Lin Yue beside the desk, saying that the manager of that fashionable coffee shop was very handsome, and she even thought of her just now.
But the question now is, how did she appear here? The girl glanced at the dusk, not sure whether the evening study session would end at this time.
The main reason was that she hadn't attended evening self-study for a long time. After a moment of doubt in his mind, he quickly came to the conclusion that he couldn't let her see it!
No matter what the reason, I can't let her see me! !
Jiang Rong walked into the alley without thinking, fearing that she would be discovered if she walked too slowly. Fortunately, she was not wearing a school uniform, and she hadn't worn a skirt for many years, so it should be difficult for her to be seen and recognized.
She didn't dare to think that if she saw herself and asked here again with her name, her story would definitely be circulated in the school tomorrow.
I even took the entrance exam to a high school that is far away from home!
Jiang Rong bit her knuckles until she tasted blood in her mouth and came to her senses. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. At least nothing had happened yet, so she shouldn't scare herself.
She finally had time to take in her surroundings after recovering from her shock. She hadn't walked this alley much, not since high school. If she remembered correctly...
Jiang Rong walked up two steps and looked at the small wooden door in front of her. According to the location of the coffee shop, this should be the back door of the coffee shop.
This used to be a small shop, and her back door was right here.
Jiang Rong swallowed and hesitated for a few seconds before taking two steps forward. Before her hand could knock on the door, it was opened by the person inside.
The girl hid aside quickly like a frightened bird. Fortunately, although everything else had been renovated, this section of stairs was still the same as when she was a child. Jiang Rong hid in this dead corner where no one would see her according to her childhood memories, and watched the two girls come out.
The two girls themselves did not look familiar and were probably not residents of the old factory.
A girl with a low ponytail rubbed her eyes, looking a little confused: "Why do I feel like I saw someone running past just now?"
Another girl with a high ponytail pointed helplessly at the bucket on the ground and said, "They're going home, don't even think about not working."
"You can't stop working hard just because the manager scolded you."
Jiang Rong's ears perked up when she heard the key words. She quietly leaned against the wall and listened. She watched as the two men lifted the large bucket and placed it on the open space. The girl with a low ponytail curled her lips and said, "No, I didn't. I just think he's too controlling. What does my hairstyle have to do with the shop?"
"Isn't it my freedom to have my hair the way I want it?"
As soon as she put down the bucket, Gao Mawei shook her own hands, relieved the congestion in her fingers, and began to reason with some helplessness: "But we work in a coffee shop, and he also makes bread and cakes."
She probably realized that her colleagues might not like what she said, so she changed the direction: "Besides, you came in this morning with your hair down, and your bangs are so long and you haven't cut them. Besides, isn't that the way he is?"
The girl with the low ponytail couldn't help but curse angrily: "Zhou Paopi, no, it's Shen Paopi!"
Not long after she finished scolding, a man's voice, which sounded like heavenly music to Jiang Rong but was no less than a demon to the two employees, could be heard from inside the room. He whispered, "Are you slacking off? Why haven't you come back yet?"
Jiang Rong subconsciously hid herself behind the back, but her gaze towards the back door was extremely hot.
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