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The proprietress stood on the steps, with her hands on her hips, and slapped Jiu'er who came down the stone ladder, "You don't see anyone early in the morning, are you really busy with business?"

As if being taught by the proprietress, Jiu'er didn't look too timid, sticking out her tongue secretly.

People who don't like oil and salt get more and more angry, and the proprietress almost poked Jiu'er's forehead, "You don't have a long memory, do you? I said what I said yesterday. If you can't bring back the money, if you run around, you will be deducted." salary."

Liu'er, who had never even seen the wages, was not very sensitive to the word deduction of wages, but Ren Kuan who was on the side was a little angry when he heard it. Oppress other people's little blind people.

Ren Kuan was not in a hurry to let Liu'er in, and with an unfriendly look on his face, he asked loudly, "How much money does he want to get back, so you won't deduct wages?"

"Ouch." The proprietress still remembered Ren Kuan, "Didn't this deliver food yesterday?"

This sentence made Ren Kuan laugh angrily, "What's wrong with the food delivery? You can't afford your shop. Are you Bihai Palace or Lingxiao Palace?"

The proprietress is full of dust and dust, and she will never make things difficult for money. Knowing that someone is trying to get ahead for Jiu'er, and such a bully will catch up with her to scam her, she is too happy, and even her tone has eased a lot.

"Hey, what did the boss say, of course it's affordable." When the proprietress spoke, her upper and lower chest fluctuated the most. "It's billed by the hour, and everyone takes it out of the store. It's 100 yuan an hour."

The lady proprietress asked Ren Kuan for money, and Ren Kuan knew that she was asking for a lot of money. On this street, the kiln sisters in small hotels only cost a hundred yuan a night, and leeks are not the top brand in their shop.

Ren Kuan was worried that Jiu'er would be deducted from his wages, and he was too lazy to know the same thing as this stinky bitch. He was digging out money in his trouser pocket, when Jiu'er yelled anxiously, "Boss, when will I be billed by the hour, group buying is only [-]."

How could he let Ren Kuan waste money, besides eating Ren Kuan's food and drinking Ren Kuan's food just now, and now he wants Ren Kuan to pay for it, Jiu'er feels ashamed when he thinks about it.

"Shut up!" The proprietress who was exposed on the spot, her face was also cultivated, she grabbed the leek behind her back, how could she return the money she got, and dusted a hundred yuan cash on her hand, "Boss, you I’ll take leeks out later, remember the price clearly.”

Ren Kuan looked at her with a half-smile, he had seen a lot of people with money eyes, and the lady proprietress of the massage parlor was not considered outstanding.

It made Jiu'er feel very guilty. After Ren Kuan suffered this loss, he might not want to deal with him in the future.

Seeing Jiu'er's dejected look, Ren Kuan walked over to the proprietress and rubbed Jiu'er's head, "Go in, I'm going back to the shop."

The warm heat from the palm of his hand spread to Jiu'er's heart through the top of his head, and he felt more and more that Ren Kuan was a good person, and he was too much trouble for him.

"Brother Kuan, go slowly..." Jiu'er said angrily.

The lady boss also responded, "Brother Kuan, please go slowly, Brother Kuan, come here often when you are free."

Just enjoying the soft address of the little blind man, Ren Kuan frowned and withdrew his hand when he heard the screaming support from the proprietress, "Don't call me brother like Jiuer, why is it not sure who is older than the other? .”

Ren Kuan is a person who is polite to others, and he is polite to others. Don't blame him for being eccentric if others treat him badly.

Taking advantage of the twitching of the proprietress' mouth, Ren Kuan turned his head and walked upstairs. If he wasn't worried about Chiu'er, who would be used to her stinking problems.

Ren Kuan didn't go far, and the proprietress seemed to be making fun of Jiu'er, "You have grown up, Jiu'er." Ren Kuan knew that she was scolding him, so he vented his anger on Jiu'er, but he couldn't always stand up for him. Chiu'er is in his early years, otherwise this woman will bully others even more.

Taking the proprietress' words as deaf ears, Jiu'er pretended to be deaf and walked into the shop, wondering how to return the 100 yuan to Ren Kuan.

He touched his shriveled pocket, and there were only ten yuan in change in it. Jiu'er didn't know that the ten yuan was all crumpled by him, and sometimes he forgot to take it out after washing the clothes, and the creases were all silvery white .

It wasn't until noon that the voice of customers was heard in the store. Most of the men who came here to consume, no matter how good-looking the leeks are, it is useless for men who are not good at seeing them.

The man who just came in complained as soon as he opened his mouth: "Why is he the only one, boy?" There was a touch of regret in his tone.

The proprietress smiled, and treated the guests with a completely different face, "It's upstairs, Boss Li, there is a little girl upstairs."

Jiu'er heard the footsteps of the proprietress and Boss Li drifting away, and he sat idly on the chair on the first floor. He had long guessed that this was not his business.

Thinking about it carefully, Jiu'er doesn't have many customers, occasionally there are one or two strangers, and there are only two regular customers inside and outside, one is Xu Maolin, and the other is a fortune teller who is blind.

"Gu~" It was only noon, and his stomach was already singing empty city tricks, because Chiu'er ran around in the morning, and the proprietress punished him not to have lunch.I had a meal at Ren Kuan's in the morning, and I couldn't fight my hunger at noon.

Thinking of the noodles, pot stickers, crispy potatoes, and leeks in Ren Kuanzhu's restaurant, he swallowed his mouth water, and now he still vaguely remembers the smell of the food. He rarely eats so many things.

Chiu'er sighed resentfully, rubbing her disappointing belly with her hands, thinking that there was still some time left for dinner, it was too difficult.

"Ah!" Just as Jiu'er was fascinated by his thoughts, there was a sudden sharp scream from upstairs, making Jiu'er tremble with fright through the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden floor was trampled, and there was a panicking sound in the corridor, and the sound was getting closer.

Jiu'er didn't dare to move forward, stretched out his hands to grope in the air, and asked in panic, "What's the matter? What's the matter upstairs?"

"Jiuer!" The screaming female voice approached Jiuer, and Jiuer's body warmed up and was embraced by her, "Jiuer... woo woo..."

Hearing the voice, it should be Ran Qingbi from their store. Ran Qingbi is different from herself. She is only amblyopic, and she can still see people in places with light.

Ran Qingbi clutched Jiu'er's arm tightly, crying uncontrollably, tears pattering down Jiu'er's arm.

Jiu'er, who couldn't see the situation, was extremely anxious, "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

The blind people in the shop are not very united, and the salary is calculated based on the commission of the number of massagers. In order to compete for one or two customers, sometimes the fight is red.

But Jiu'er is different from them, other blind people have family members, and their salary is paid by the proprietress in a regular manner. Jiu'er, a single guy who lives in the shop, often doesn't see his salary.

There are not many customers who come to look for Chiu'er, so Chiu'er will not be their competitor.

Ran Qingbi cried even louder when she heard Jiu'er's question, and Jiu'er was so anxious that she was sweating, "Say it!" Those in the service industry like them are most afraid of conflicting with customers. must compensate the customer for the loss.

The few times Ran Qingbi spoke, there was only a vague sob, Jiu'er's wrist hurt from her scratch, "Xiao Ran, talk, what's the use of crying?"

"He... woo... He touched me..." The strength on his wrist disappeared, and after saying this, Xiao Ran squatted on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.

Before Jiu'er could speak, the proprietress rushed down the stairs angrily, "Ran Qingbi, what's wrong with you! You still have the face to cry, go upstairs and apologize to Boss Li!"

Surrounded by the sound of people passing by, crying, and walking, Jiu'er took a step back, kicked the chair behind him, and sat down slowly. He didn't figure it out until the movement on the first floor gradually died down.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what the so-called touching meant. No one touched him, and Xu Maolin was the worst one, but Xu Maolin had a loud voice and always said strange things that he couldn't understand.

Customers in the store touched the masseuse more than once, and there were always girls who would cry and continue working after crying enough. No one told Jiu'er, so he couldn't understand how this kind of touching was done.

It's just that hearing Ran Qingbi's crying, he will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable, it's not something you love and I wish, how can he feel better.

Boss Li couldn't coax him well, and there were no other customers in the shop until the afternoon. The proprietress couldn't hold her own in the shop, and was yelled at by the teahouse below, and went to play mahjong with her wallet.

Chiu'er doesn't like to sit in the store, he is drowsy and unpopular, when there are no customers, he likes to sit in front of the store, he can hear the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, the footsteps of pedestrians, and the horns from far away Voice.

After the takeout peak at noon, Ren Kuan's small restaurant finally calmed down. Occasionally, one or two takeout orders were placed on the ordering software.

I just sat down on the stool when I was free, and I remembered that in the morning, I was sitting on this seat. I have never eaten a serious meat bun, and I think everything is delicious.

Ren Kuan couldn't sit still, and walked towards the stove with a cigarette in his mouth. Master Zhang thought there was another takeaway when he saw it, "Boss Ren, let me come."

Without looking up, Ren Kuan took out a peeled potato and bacon from the refrigerator, "I made it and gave it to someone."

With a sharp knife, the potatoes were cut into shreds of about the same thickness, and the bacon was cut into cubes. Heat the oil in a pan, fry the onion, ginger and garlic until fragrant, remove the ingredients, stir-fry the ingredients together, Ren Kuan finally takes I put the rice on the plate in the store, thinking that it was inconvenient for Jiuer to eat fried rice with chopsticks, so I took a spoon specially.

As soon as he reached the stone steps, Ren Kuan saw Jiu'er sitting at the door with a guide stick, "He's begging at the door again."

With such a run on his mouth, Ren Kuan walked towards Jiu'er with the plate firmly in his hand, and didn't dare to call him when he got close. He first glanced at the massage parlor, but he didn't see the figure of the alluring woman.

"Leek."

Jiu'er, who smelled the aroma of rice, had raised his head long ago, his eyes were empty, and he was a little surprised when he heard Ren Kuan's voice, "Brother Kuan..."

He snatched the blind stick from Jiu'er's hand, and put the plate and spoon into Jiu'er's hand, "Is your boss here?"

Jiu'er only dared to hold the hot thing in his hand, but did not dare to move it, "Going to play cards."

That was just right, Ren Kuan slightly pushed Jiu'er's hand, "Try it, fried rice."

How could Jiu'er dare, he was still worried that Ren Kuan would ignore him in the future, and the money had not been returned, and he would have no face to eat Ren Kuan's for nothing, holding the plate at a loss.

Ren Kuan was about to urge him, when he heard Jiu'er's stomach rumbling, he blurted out teasingly, "I heard it so loud, hurry up and eat."

Shy and self-blaming at the same time, why am I so unbelievable?Always making a fool of herself in front of Ren Kuan, Jiu'er was secretly angry with herself, and carefully held the plate and began to eat.

Ren Kuan sat down beside him, "Your boss didn't bully you, did he? Did you deduct your salary?"

"No..." The fried rice is chewy, and the salty aroma of the bacon hits the face with every spoonful, making the index finger of Chiu, who has no oil in his stomach, twitch.

Ren Kuan just liked to see leeks eating deliciously, so he sneered and put his heart in his stomach.

I only heard Jiuer say vaguely: "Brother Kuan...I will return the money to you in the future...I really don't want 100 yuan..."

"Huh?" When Ren Kuan held the cigarette between his fingertips and exhaled smoke rings, he deliberately turned to the other direction, not facing Liu'er, casually, not paying attention to Liu'er's words, "Then how much do you want? "

"Thirty." Jiu'er said firmly.

The more you say this, the more colorful it becomes, and Jiu'er can't hear it, but Ren Kuan is not a serious person, "It's only thirty for you?"

"That's right." Jiu'er was still aggrieved about the fact that the proprietress cheated Ren Kuan of money.

Hey, Ren Kuan pinched the end of his cigarette, the price was clearly marked.