Ding, your little fool is online

Entering the end of November in the winter, the cold wind is carrying the sporadic light snow falling from the gray dome, spinning lightly in the night at eight o'clock in the evening.

The famous business district in Beijing ushered in Friday night, and young people from the nearby office buildings came out in full force, walking briskly towards the rest day under the feasting and feasting.

A hot pot restaurant in the business district, the seats in front of the door are full of young people waiting in line to be called, chatting about this week's work, complaining about the boss, occasionally eating a small snack prepared by the hot pot restaurant to transition the conversation, and looking down by the way Look at your ranking number.

"Hello, do you need some crispy corners?"

A clerk of a hot pot restaurant, carrying a huge transparent plastic bag with crispy corners in one hand and a small shovel in the other, shuttled through the crowd, asking questions in a soft voice from time to time.

"That waiter!" A stylishly dressed girl in the crowd shouted at the clerk who was carrying a Miao Crispy horn, "Let's add some sour plum soup here, I'm sorry."

"Oh oh ok ok, I'll be here in a moment." Hearing this, the clerk hurried back to the workbench opposite the waiting area, put down the bag of Miaojiao, picked up the bottle of sour plum soup and walked over.

The girl who needed to add sour plum soup called the waiter, and then went back to chat with her companions.

Suddenly, a clean white hand with baby fat stretched out in front of her.

"Hello, give me the cup."

The girl still hadn't stopped talking with her friend, and handed the cup over while talking and laughing: "I told you that Lisa in my group is really a green tea whore... Hey, why are you elbowing me?"

"Shh - look back yourself, little milk dog..."

The girl's eyes lit up when she heard the words and turned her head.

The boy in front of him looked the same as a high school student, but he felt that he was not tall, about 1.7 meters. He was wearing the uniform white work clothes of the hot pot restaurant, and was pouring sour plum soup into the paper cup seriously with his head down.

From a girl's point of view, although the other party's hand holding the paper cup looks like a baby's fat, it has slender fingers, round finger pulp, neatly trimmed nails, and a few blue veins on the back of the hand just right, with a little boyishness. feel.

The little man carefully placed the paper cup on the narrow and crowded table, and reminded intimately: "The sour plum soup is ready, be careful not to spill it."

Then he raised his head, bent his obedient drooping eyes under the soft warm light, his black pupils had a thick warm orange color, and raised the corners of his lips at the two girls in front of him: "Do you want more snacks?"

"Add!" The girl's eyes lit up, and she grabbed the short man's clothes, "Before adding snacks, can I add a little..."

A voice from the store interrupted her: "Hey! Fool Yuanxing! There is a shortage of people here to deliver the food, come here and help!"

"Oh, okay, I'll be here soon!" Yuan Xing heard this, and hurriedly left the young lady who was trying to add him on WeChat, and hurriedly ran towards the store holding a glass bottle of sour plum soup.

"You two are still holding the bottle of sour plum soup!" The male colleague pointed to the plate on the cooking table next to him in displeasure, "You are really fooling me when you say you are a fool?! Put the bottle back quickly, Then send these plates of beef slices to table number 10!"

Yuan Xing held the bottle, pursed his lips, and said submissively, "Okay, okay."

After he ran away again, the male colleague who had been fierce just now put on a good face again, and said to the same idle yellow-haired female colleague next to him: "Lingling, look at him like that, he is really an idiot."

The female colleague lazily leaned against the wall, shrugged her shoulders, smiled and said nothing.

"Why hasn't our beef slices been delivered yet!" The customer at table 10 was already dissatisfied and urged with anger.

Yuan Xing just put down the bottle, and when he heard the urging, he hurried back to the back kitchen, picked up the plate from two colleagues who were watching the theater, and ran towards table 10: "Sorry, it's here."

He was running so fast that he didn't pay attention to a small puddle of water on the ground. He slipped and lost his posture. One of the beef slipped off the tray with the plate, knocking over a guest's glass, and spilling Coke all over the table.

"Haha, look, this idiot has gotten into trouble again." At the same time, the vicious male colleague who had just laughed at Yuan Xing sneered, "What an idiot." Then he clapped his hands and continued to watch the fun.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, waiter?! No eyes???" The guest who suffered the disaster seemed to be like a big brother, his face turned black, his face turned fleshy, and he stood up like a mountain, pressing down on Yuan Xing More than one head.

Several younger brothers in the seat saw the eldest brother get up, and all of them also stood up.One of them accidentally brought the glass to the ground because of its large size, and made another crisp "snap!", which attracted the attention of everyone in the store.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yuan Xing, who was in trouble, seemed to be frightened, and kept saying sorry, and didn't know how to help his elder brother wipe the drink stains on his body.

Everyone at the table stood up and looked at Yuan Xing standing still, holding the white corners of the overalls with both hands, blinking vigorously, as if he had been frightened, and repeated in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "

When the big guest saw his appearance, he was almost laughed angrily: "I was the one who suffered, why did you almost cry, and I scared you to cry?"

Yuan Xing pursed his mouth, his delicate brows were wrinkled, and there were tears in his drooping eyes, and the moles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be falling down, just like a child who did something wrong.

The customer laughed straight away, scratched his head, and most of his anger dissipated: "It's okay, I think I'm unlucky, and I don't need you to pay for my pants. You go and tell your store manager to stop using child labor, or I will give you money next time." I'm going to file a complaint."

Hearing this, Yuan Xing acted as if he had been pardoned, and quickly tilted his head and rubbed his shoulders, his hands still twisted together.

He apologized again in a soft voice, and said in a very low voice: "I'm an adult..."

Although the customer had dismissed this trivial matter, the news still attracted many people, including the store manager himself.

The manager of the hot pot restaurant is a woman in her 30s. After many years in Beijing, she still speaks her hometown dialect and has a hot temper. She usually scolds her subordinates for making mistakes, except for Xiao Yuanxing.

"I'm sorry to disturb your meal, I'm the store manager." Zhang Yue walked to table 10, pulled Yuan Xing behind him calmly, looked at the scene in front of him, and immediately understood what happened.

Without waiting for the victim to open his mouth, Zhang Yue said: "I'm sorry for bringing you a bad experience with the meal. This meal will be regarded as my invitation to everyone. There is something wrong with my staff, and the hospitality is not good. How much are your pants? I will compensate you according to the price."

Yuan Xing looked at Zhang Yue who was helping him out of the siege in front of him, and quietly reached out to wipe away the tears that were about to fall.

something happened.

At one o'clock in the morning, all the customers dispersed after being satisfied, and the staff meal of the hot pot restaurant began.Many employees who were eager to go home gave up the meal, and there were not many people left.

The male colleague who had laughed at Yuan Xing at night was planning to run away with his bag on his back: "See you, Sister Yue, I'll go home first."

"Go back to your horse's house, Zhao Jiming, are you blind or lame today?" Zhang Yue kicked the door shut and blocked his way with a bang.

Zhao Jiming obviously wanted to continue pretending: "Uh, what's the matter, Sister Yue? You are so angry today, is it because Yuan Xing caused trouble for you?"

"Continue to pretend to me." Zhang Yue almost wanted to slap him on the face, "I am very happy to have ordered Yuanxing to order today? The water on the ground is not dragged? Are you in charge of the sanitation in the hall today? Do you want to have your salary deducted?"

Zhao Jiming gave a "tsk" and slashed at the freckled, fat little girl next to Zhang Yue, and muttered, "Sue the stinky bitch."

"Sister Yueyue." Yuan Xing tugged at Zhang Yue's clothes before she got angry, "Sister Yueyue, don't be angry, I made a mistake today, sister, stop swearing."

One mouthful of sweet sister Yueyue made Zhang Yue helplessly shut up, and with a wave of his hand told Zhao Jiming to leave.

"Yuan Xing." Zhang Yue turned his head, changed another face in an instant, earnestly said, "How many times have I told you, you can't be so good-tempered in the future? Today is just a coincidence that I came to the store to walk around. What time?"

Yuan Xing obediently handed her a pair of chopsticks: "Sister Yueyue, let's eat, I won't do this next time."

Zhang Yue had no choice but to take the chopsticks and sit down.

The boss almost lost his temper, and everyone was in a hurry to go home, and a staff meal was eaten quickly.

Around 01:30, everyone was doing the final cleanup.

The little girl with freckles brushed her hair from the sideburns, and walked to Yuan Xing with more than half of the remaining horns: "Yuan Xing."

Yuan Xing was arranging the scarf, and the fluffy red plaid made his complexion paler: "Huh? What's the matter, Yuanyuan?"

Wu Yuanyuan reached out and handed over the bag of crispy corners: "You can take the remaining crispy corners home and eat them, the ones in the store can't be saved until tomorrow."

Yuan Xing bent his drooping eyes, took the plastic bag with both hands, tied it skillfully, and showed his small white teeth: "Thank you, Yuanyuan, you are so kind."

Wu Yuanyuan blushed with freckles on her face: "No, you're welcome!"

"What are you doing to Qiong Yao with two little brats?" Zhang Yue locked the store and knocked Wu Yuanyuan's head with one hand, "Hurry up and go home."

Yuan Xing's house is not close, but fortunately there is a roundabout in the early morning.In the early hours of the morning, there were no vehicles on the street, and the bus drove very fast, and arrived downstairs at Motoko's house in a quarter of an hour.

The Tongzi Building, which is rare to be preserved in the capital city, carries the shadow of the last century. There is no elevator and voice-activated lights. Yuan Xing lives on the fifth floor of the top floor, which is exposed to wind and sun.

The voice-activated lights on the first and second floors were broken and no one replaced them for a month. In the house on the third floor, there were noises of couples playing doubles and children. Yelling at the children and taking the time to yell that the little bitch on the fourth floor sings softly, which shows the hardship of the environment.

Life is not easy, but luckily we don’t sigh.

Yuan Xing hugged the half bag of Miaojiaojiao, with a natural smile on his lips, and just by looking at it, he felt that the child in front of him was full of happiness.With one free hand, he took the key from his pocket and twisted the door.

Before closing the door, Yuan Xing stepped on the plush cushion in the house with the voice-activated light, bent down to take off his shoes.

With a "click", a thin green notebook fell from Yuan Xing's body and hit his shoe.

A ray of light came through the crack of the door, just hitting the bronzing patterns and densely packed words on the cover of the small book, refracting the tiny rays of light.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I don't want to do my homework!"

"Write to me! Little bastard!"

"Little bitch, can you turn off your stinky wheat and shut your stinky mouth!"

"Auntie, can you keep your mouth clean?"

The noisy voice came from downstairs again.

The small green book that fell on the ground had four words on the cover most prominently - "Disabled Person's Certificate".