Find yourself in the limelight
There is always a place in the alley deep in the world to comfort you at night, a pub or a teahouse.
The boss, a male in his early twenties, came in and said, "Have you eaten? Sit down for a cup of tea?"
According to the regular guests in the teahouse, the boss's teahouse only opens late at night. Occasionally, the boss can be seen sitting in the corner talking about the past with some tea guests.
I have a good impression of the boss. The boss has always been adhering to the style of "once born, twice familiar". Maybe he has the frankness of Shenyang people in his heart, and he is never vague about what he says.
I don't know how to live on New Year's Day. It's freezing here. I went to the teahouse to help for three days. It's also good to listen to the story there. The former object sent a message that I got off the train at 5:00 a.m. and asked me to pick it up. I just couldn't sleep. After simply washing, I rode on my small electric bike and went to the gate of the fire station to wait.
A friend had a birthday last week. The girl he liked never came. We all comforted him. He smiled and said, "The winter doesn't have to come. The person he likes is cold." We all knew that the person he likes had been arched by other pigs. At the end of the show, he touched the bunch of stars in the sky that had never been sent out and cried and lit it.
The former object arrived as scheduled and took them to breakfast. The two of them were accompanied by a dim light. I don't know how to say it. A word flashed in my head broke the current embarrassment: "Long time no see, how are you recently?" Generally speaking, it is undoubtedly the central air conditioner or the straight man who will say so.
"Fortunately, you are still the same as before, a little kid who hasn't grown up." She straightened her ear bag and put her hand on my clothes to help me wipe away the morning cream.
"Take you to a place." In my whole life, I have known many girls, but the relationship has always been strong except that I was just her when I was young. I have only brought a few people to this place.
This is a community. There is a bungalow passing through the middle of a tall building. It's so ordinary that I forget it at a glance. I call it the world.
Most of the residents here are migrant workers. I guess they all went to the construction site. The bungalow is on the third floor, and there is a balcony above it that belongs to me.
"Sorry, I'll answer the phone"
"Oh"
"Ye, come back quickly, your brother asked to call." The voice of the phone is Ye's mother, in a worried tone.
"What's the matter? Aunt asked you to go home for dinner?"
"Sorry, next time when I come to visit your world, my mother calls to say that my brother asked me to call, and I will go there now." Ye looks back at the cardboard I wrote, and goes downstairs.
Standing on the balcony for a long time, I looked at the cardboard written with a watercolor pen and said, "Welcome to the world." My eyes were at a loss. What am I going to do now?
"The most beautiful flower on the grassland, the fiery Sarilang..." The phone rang, and the caller was the teahouse owner.
"Have you eaten? Come and have a cup of tea?"
"OK, go right away." I seemed to return to real life in a flash, and that kind of blankness swept away.
The electric car was charged at the gate of the teahouse. I clicked and pushed the door in. The boss was telling stories in the corner with relish. Feifei and I asked for a pot of scented tea and sat there.
The boss was telling me "It was late at night..." I took out my mobile phone and clicked on the recording. This is my habit all the time. I like to listen to stories and record them.
"It was late at night. There was an old man standing at the intersection opposite the alley. There was an unlit paper money at the intersection. I went to open the teahouse door and noticed. Do you know what happened next?"
"Hurry up, don't be so critical." The tea guests love and hate the boss.
"I'll tell you when I buy a pot of tea, hey hey." The boss said with a cheap smile
"Reclining slot is merciless!"
"Big profiteer!"
I can't help it. Everyone bought it. It's the story of greedy boss.
"The old man is nervous. He may be mentally ill. He swallowed the paper money. There is also a lighter. It may be that he fell down without coming up. It's not right. I boldly looked at it. Who knows that the old man has disappeared and left only a piece of paper money."
"Hiss!" I was covered with goose bumps and secretly scolded the boss for being ill.
"Go on, what happened later?" An old man urged the boss to continue.
"Later, I thought that the old man first ate paper money and then became paper money. Is there any connection or story?"
