What will Mr. Koo buy today?

It was half a year ago when Zhao Xingluo noticed the "round inch" for the first time.

At that time, he had just come to work in this convenience store. After a while, his attention began to focus on a customer.

The guest with the round-inch hairstyle looked so carefree and leisurely, making one feel like a deer strayed into the depths of the reinforced concrete jungle.

Zhao Xingluo knows a lot of people. Although he is young, he is good at reading people.

Most of the same age or older acquaintances, it is easier for him to see their depth.

But this guest seems to be an exception.

His bland and desolate style is like a conch that has lost its life, but once you pick him up and put it next to your ear, you might hear the whole sea.

"Sorry, book, is this okay?"

One morning, Yuan Cun came to the store as usual, and this was the first time he spoke to Zhao Xingluo.

"Take it away later."

His voice was as beautiful as a monastery bell.

"Okay, guest."

Zhao Xingluo, who usually responds freely and quickly, was stunned for an unprecedented moment, then nodded in response, and took a book in Yuancun's hand.

Yuan Cun walked into the depths of the shelf, and Zhao Xingluo looked at the book in front of him, tied with a piece of paper rope.

It was a book with a very simple binding, so simple that it could be instantly overwhelmed by many exquisite and gorgeous covers in bookstores and libraries.

Zhao Xingluo glanced at it, and the name on the spine was also very common, as if it was talking about the folk customs of a place that Zhao Xingluo had never been to before.

Zhao Xingluo felt very curious. It's not that he has never helped customers store items before, including books of course, but most of them are bestsellers, among which chicken soup is the most. This is the first time he has seen this type of books.

He is very smart, has a good memory, and has a photographic memory.

So he memorized the title of the book quickly, and then he didn't even catch up on sleep immediately after get off work, but ordered the book in the online store.

For a period of time afterwards, Zhao Xingluo was immersed in some plain and warm local conditions and customs described in the book.

It felt safe, like going on vacation in the middle of summer and touching the warm water on your ankles while walking along the beach.

Zhao Xingluo began to pay attention to this guest. He would bring books for storage every once in a while. He seemed to be a person who would visit bookstores regularly. As usual, Zhao Xingluo would write down the book list at a glance, and then make them part of himself.

He is curious about this guest.

This man with a round inch comb lived in this neighborhood calmly, with almost no expression on his face with regular features. From Zhao Xingluo's perspective, it seemed a bit dignified.

However, this Buddhist Yuancun suddenly shocked the world one day and bought all the "small umbrellas" of all brands, sizes and flavors in the store, and never appeared again.

This made Zhao Xingluo feel a little weightless.

He still gets a few phone numbers these days, and he's still handsome, and he's still smart, but those facts don't take him out of this sense of ruin.

until this day.

It was still more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, when the old apprentice took personal leave and only Zhao Xingluo was on duty, Yuancun appeared at the door of the convenience store.

"Welcome." Zhao Xingluo said.

After he finished speaking, he was crying stupidly by himself, because Yuan Cun was still dawdling in front of the store and didn't come in. His thin and almost expressionless face made him look a bit like a zombie in a zombie movie who can't open the door. , he seemed to hear Zhao Xingluo's greeting through the glass door, and looked up at him.

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

Why don't you come in?Zhao Xingluo thought.

Yuan Cun rubbed his hands for a long time, and finally opened the door to come in, but he walked cautiously, looking down at his own footprints from time to time.

Zhao Xingluo understood. He felt that his shoes were too dirty, so he rubbed against the door for a long time.

In fact, it's not just the shoes, his whole body...is no different from a mud monkey, no wonder he just dawdled outside for so long, trying to keep himself as tidy as possible.

The result of his hard work is very obvious. At least his shoes did not step on muddy water, and his hands and face were also clean by visual inspection. They should have been cleaned with wet wipes before entering the door.

"It doesn't matter, guest, you go forward boldly." Zhao Xingluo said, and at the same time suddenly felt that it seemed more appropriate to sing this sentence.

"I'm sorry, I just came back from camping." Yuancun nodded, and greeted Zhao Xingluo with words that were already falling into the world of mortals for him.

With punctuation marks, there are ten characters in total, which can be rounded up, Zhao Xingluo thought.

Yuancun took some instant food and drinking water from the shelf, and went back to the counter to pay the bill. After paying, he paused for a while.

Zhao Xingluo didn't rush him, just waited quietly behind the counter.

He found that sometimes Yuancun would show this expression, as if his soul was suddenly pulled away, a bit like a computer that has been used for a long time freezes, and it will repair itself later.

"Excuse me..." The computer spoke, apparently repairing itself, "Can these be returned? Because they are not used."

Yuancun took out a shopping bag from their luggage, which belonged to their Fanglin convenience store. Through the frosted pocket, Zhao Xingluo vaguely saw the colorful colors inside.

"Okay, please wait a moment, let me take a look." Zhao Xingluo took the bag and found that it was full of "small umbrellas" that Yuancun bought from here a few days ago.

Eleven boxes, intact.

"Good customer, if it's brand new and unopened, you can return it." Zhao Xingluo looked at the shopping receipt, nodded, and printed out a return form.

"Please write down your contact information and reason for return here." Zhao Xingluo said.

Yuancun took the list and glanced at him.

"This is the store's regulation." Zhao Xingluo added something, and then felt that his addition was a bit out of place.

Yuancun didn't speak, nodded, arched his back and bent down, and began to write on the counter.

Looking at his curved arc, Zhao Xingluo realized that this person was actually quite tall, but because he didn't walk so straight, he didn't look tall.

He looked down his curved back, and his eyes touched the only rounded part of the thin guest's body, and he paused for a moment that was not too rude, and he looked away immediately after he needed a reaction time.

After a while, Zhao Xingluo suddenly realized that Yuancun was still writing.

On the return form, it has been written densely by him.

Zhao Xingluo came up with [-] words when he contacted Yuancun for the items that needed to be returned.