Store Manager's Hell

Shi Xing didn't know what his elder brother was going through, he held Lu Zaobai in his arms, looked around, and looked at the scene in the new world gate he had opened.

He can also see that the display here, the newspapers pasted on both sides of the corridor, and the costumes and makeup of movie stars in the posters definitely do not belong to the era he lives in.

Really crossed?

... I am so envious of Zaobai, it couldn't be more wonderful to be able to travel around the world every day.

At this moment, Shi Xing expressed that he was not familiar with the little ghosts who love hide-and-seek and the shadow eaters.

But Lu Zaobai in his arms seemed to have read the fucking voice of his baby teeth, turned over in dissatisfaction, hooked his feet on the frying pan in the corridor, and with a bang, the pan hit the ground with a harsh sound Let the nearest family stir up:

"Little red guy keeps people from sleeping in the middle of the night! Why don't you talk about public morals!"

Shi Xing put Lu Zaobai in his arms to protect him, said sorry to the door several times, and helped him put the frying pan back to its original position, the complaints subsided.

However, it was hard to appease the old man here, and something happened to the uncle again. Because of his eye problem, he kept walking forward tremblingly while leaning on the wall, so he either kicked the public stove or dropped something on the ground .

Along the way, Shi Xing was like an NPC in a game, always in charge of cleaning up the mess and picking up items for a drunk and an old man who couldn't see clearly.

Pick up dropped iron pan x1, chopstick cage x1, kicked crooked briquette stove x1, coal x5, empty soy sauce bottle x1.

After walking to the uncle's residence at the end of the corridor, Shi Xing was tormented a lot. After all, it's not easy to do continuous squats while holding a big man who weighs more than one hundred catties and has lost the ability to move independently.

The uncle took out the key tremblingly from his pocket, and walked his fingers on the door panel. After confirming the position of the door lock, he took the key several times, but still failed to open the door.

Shi Xing couldn't bear to watch anymore, so he gently put Lu Zaobai down, let him lean on his shoulder, and stretched out his hand to the uncle:

"Your eyes are inconvenient, let me do it."

The uncle's face was a little red, and he let out an "hey", handing over the key in embarrassment:

"Sorry to trouble you."

After entering the door, Shi Xing supported the uncle with one hand, supported Zaobai with the other, let the uncle sit down on the sofa first, then put his arms around Zaobai's waist, and let him lie down on the bed.

The room is fairly tidy and clean. There is a room and a living room, and there are quite a lot of things, but the boxes are placed neatly one by one. There is a photo taken by the uncle when he was about 50 years old on the wall, which looks quite energetic.

After Shi Xing put Lu Zaobai on the bed, he combed his hair, took off his coat, carefully unbuttoned his collar and cuffs, and put his suit on him as a quilt, so that he Lie down comfortably.

After finishing his work, he almost forgot the reason for his visit. When he was wondering if there was an electric kettle in his house so that he could boil some water for nothing in the morning, so that he would not be thirsty in the middle of the night, the uncle said:

"Boy, can you please show me the calendar on the wall?"

Only then did Shi Xing realize that he was doing tasks for Zaobai now, and it didn't seem good to leave the main body of other people's affairs there, so he immediately responded and looked at the calendar on the wall.

Looking at the past, Shi Xing really realized that he was wearing it.

1982 1 Month 1 Day.

After reporting the time, Shi woke up for a while and felt a world away, until the uncle's hoarse and soft voice sounded again:

"This is my old house. It's a bit small, but it's enough for one person to live in. I've lived here for decades...boy, my old man has been dead all these years. I have hurt people. I don’t ask for anything else, I just want a photo, and I want to take it with me, so I can feel at ease.”

Hearing the old man's request, Shi Xing's sense of responsibility surged like a prehistoric force, and he couldn't hold it down:

"It's okay, you can leave it to me, and I will definitely find it for you. What kind of photo is that? When did you and your friend take it?"

The old man repeatedly stroked a damaged part of the wooden chair, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Xinxin Photo Studio, haven't you heard of it? In the French Concession, there is a photo studio on the side of Pétain Road. The logo of Xinxin Photo Studio is printed on it. It was when my friend and I took pictures when we were young. I'm afraid it's hard to recognize the photo, so I need you to worry about it, young man."

As I said before, the task of 100 points is basically the difficulty of Novice Village, so Shi Xing rolled up his sleeves and started to do it boldly.

When the boxes were dragged out from under the bed in the bedroom, the uncle staggered over, trembling and wanted to sit cross-legged on the spot, but Shi Xing immediately stopped him:

"No, sir, if you're tired, I'll make a bed for you to sleep in. It's cold on the ground, so you can't sit on it."

The uncle stood stiffly on the spot, rubbing his hands back and forth on the lapel of his clothes:

"Not tired, not tired, well, you are busy, I just came to see how you are looking, just let me know if you find it."

After finishing speaking, the uncle sat down at the head of the bed and touched Lu Zaobai's shoulder with his hand. Only then did he remember that there was another guy with a dead body, and asked:

"Who is he?"

Shi Xing opened his mouth and said:

"...my man..."

However, the words that have already been uttered are eaten back by Shi Xing, who is afraid of scaring the uncle and subverting the three views of the uncle:

"That... friend. Good friend."

The uncle let out an oh, and Lu Zaobai was so touched by him, his sanity became a little clearer, and he babbled in his sleep:

"Dad, I see... I went to bed after reading this book..."

Shi Xing frowned, moved the pile of clothes he had just dug out to the side, got up and touched Lu Zaobai's forehead, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, not hot, just talking drunk.

But when Shi Xing knew about Zaobai's background, he still felt a little distressed when he heard him talking in his sleep like this. He half bent down, put his arms around his shoulders, and said in a warm voice:

"Okay, stop reading and go to sleep. Let's talk about something tomorrow, okay?"

Lu Zaobai smiled, turned over on the bed, his cheeks stained red by alcohol made his expression even more alluring:

"Okay, then I'll sleep, you are not allowed to scold me tomorrow..."

Shi Xing: "...I don't want to scold you if I don't scold you."

Ow!The drunk Zaobai is really soft and cute!I really want to kiss and hug and do something along the way!

If it weren't for the uncle around him, he would have been unable to control his hands long ago, and would have gone up and touched Zao Bai.

The uncle turned his head to look at Shi Xing and Lu Zaobai, obviously he couldn't see anything, but there was a gentle look in his eyes.