章)Jiang Ran
In June of this year, Bei Jiao was about to usher in the first summer vacation of his college life. He did not go to Xiamen with his roommates, because on the night before the last final exam, when his roommates were discussing which flight to Xiamen would be more scientific, he received a text message.
The text message came from his mother, Ms. Zhang, who he had not contacted for nearly a year.
[Ms. Zhang: I really don’t have any spare money. The tuition for the next semester may be difficult. You should hurry up to settle it during the summer vacation. ]
Bei Jiao did not reply, but just casually clicked on the circle of friends behind the avatar——
The three-day visible setting is like a young girl in love.
The dynamics just updated today, in an unknown foreign park, Ms. Zhang in the camera was holding a middle-aged man with a beer belly, smiling brightly.
The dynamics of the circle of friends were located, and the location was Canada, Vancouver.
There was no ripple in his dark eyes. He put down his phone and calmly turned another page of the professional book in his hand.
With a rustling sound.
"Brother Bei, cant you leave?"
Zhang Liang, who was in the bed next to him, poked his head out of the mosquito net.
"No."
A concise word, the young mans voice had just passed the voice change period, and the boys voice that had not yet completely transformed carried a hint of magnetism and a gentle tone of speaking.
He raised his head, and through the cheap mosquito net bought for 20 yuan in the supermarket, he could not see his face clearly.
Behind the mosquito net, a strand of soft hair fell from his forehead, and the hair tip almost brushed his eyelashes.
"Busy."
"What are you busy with?"
"Working."
A brief pause.
Everyone in the dormitory laughed-
What era is it now? No one believes that someones family is really so poor that they have to work part-time to raise tuition for the next year.
Amidst the laughter and joy in the dormitory, the young mans face, which was always seldom full of expression, showed no emotion, and he just pulled the corner of his lips indifferently.
The phone was still vibrating.
Ms. Zhang called for a voice and video call.
He moved the book in front of him to the side and rejected the request.
A new message came from the other side soon.
[Ms. Zhang: If you get it, please say something. ]
[Bei Jiao: 1]
…
"Bei Jiao, are you a heartless person?"
Night fell, and thousands of lights were on.
The city streets were crowded with people rushing home. Perhaps in order to give those homeless free souls a place to go, the "Wuwo" bar at No. 3 Qingsong Street also turned on the sign light.
There were no customers in the dim bar yet.
Behind the bar, the slightly fat bar owner touched his slightly fat belly and turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him in front of the sink, washing cups with his head down.
The latters drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.
When he wasnt smiling, the corners of his thin lips were slightly raised. He wore a cheap shirt and work clothes from the bar, which made him look like a poor nobleman.
Half of his face was hidden under the dim light of the bar, and he seemed to be shrouded in a halo.
It should be a beautiful picture.
Its just that the person involved was born with a strangeness and didnt look very friendly.
The boss said, "Wake up, Im talking to you! Are you not angry about your mothers behavior? If I had a son like you who would wake up with laughter in my dreams, how could she bear to abandon you?"
The sound of water running from the faucet stopped abruptly.
The slender and neatly trimmed fingertips hooked a drop of water from the bottom of the glass.
The person being questioned didnt even raise his head.
The boss nodded seriously, answering his own question happily: "Yes, I really sympathize with you."
Bei Jiao put down the cup, turned his head, and stared at him: "Then give me a raise."
"What?" The boss was stunned for a moment, and shook his head seriously: "Then I really dont sympathize with you to that extent."
Bei Jiao turned his head back.
If you dont achieve your goal, you wont say a word.
The natural arrogance also emerged.
The boss touched his chin and sighed-
This great god, it looks like some young master took advantage of the summer vacation to bring the crew to this small bar to participate in "Transformation"... Anyway, its a far cry from "a poor little working to save tuition."
Its hard to figure out who is the worker.
No longer spreading their unnecessary kindness, the two of them washed the cups and studied todays wine list, each doing their own thing, until the small bell at the door of the bar was slammed by the door, and the first batch of guests today pushed the door in.
The group of people came into the store in a lively and cheerful manner. They were probably regular customers, and they greeted the boss in a familiar manner.
Standing behind the sink, Bei Jiao had just finished washing the last cup, wiped it clean, and put it on the table.
Following this action, he lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the distance. He saw about five or six people, both men and women...
The light was too dim to see the details.
The young man who pushed the door to let everyone in accidentally looked up and looked at him. After seeing the face of the young man behind the bar, the latter was stunned at first, and then exclaimed "ah".
"Lao Yan, whats wrong?"
Someone in the crowd turned around and asked the young man who was standing at the door with a hesitant and shocked look.
"Ah? That... Its nothing."
When the young man nicknamed Lao Yan, whose full name is Zhao Keyan, answered, the person behind the bar had already withdrawn his gaze coldly.
…
After the group of people sat down, there were probably three girls sitting around the table. One sat in the corner, casually placed a drink on the menu and stopped talking. The remaining two chattered and looked up at the bar from time to time.
Even in the dim light, you could still feel the twinkling light in their eyes.
Not much concealment.
The bar owner served a round of drinks. The second round came back with a plate, leaned against the bar, and said to the young man who was bending over to cut the fruit plate behind the bar in a negotiating tone: "There are three more cups. Can you deliver them later?"
Bei Jiao put down the fruit knife in his hand: "Selling your body will cost extra."
"Hateful," the boss blinked and stuffed the plate into his arms, "We have a license to open the door and do legitimate business!"
"I have never served a plate," Bei Jiao did not refuse, "I will not be responsible if something goes wrong."
"What can go wrong," the boss waved his generous hand, "Can you still serve wine to someones face?"
…
But he didnt serve wine to someones face.
It was just someone elses bag.
This was a pure accident. Bei Jiao had just picked up a glass of wine and just announced the name of the wine "Fu Lu Shou". Before the last word came out of his tongue, the girl sitting over there raised her mobile phone and asked: "Little brother, come and take a photo."
The movement was a bit big.
So the remaining two glasses of wine on the tray were "slapped" down.
Amid the chaotic screams, the glass fell to the ground and shattered, and the blue and orange wine mixed with orange slices and mint fell on a ladys backpack on the sofa-
In the dim light, Bei Jiao took a look. He didnt recognize any brand of the backpack... But the logo seemed to be the same as the one his mother had grabbed him and boasted to him when she was drunk before running away from home, "Your Uncle Jiang gave me."
How much did the bag cost?
More than 50,000, probably.
Bei Jiao bent down holding the tray, trying to reach out and pick up the mint leaves on the bag logo, but a hand with blingbling rhinestones next to him reached out before him, screaming: "My bag! The goat leather I just got from the counter!"
The long and sharp nails scraped across the back of his hand, leaving a mark like a cats scratch.
Bei Jiao retracted his hand.
The scene was in chaos.
The boss threw away the work at hand, rushed over as if his butt was on fire, shouting "Whats the matter, whats the matter".
Bei Jiao stood half-bent over by the booth, saying sorry calmly.
A female customer frantically pulled out tissues to wipe the bag on her knees.
Another female customer who had been jumping around and asked "Let the guy at the bar bring us wine" was laughing wildly.
The young man named Zhao, who was familiar with the boss, was hesitant to speak.
The other few people were completely silent.
"I just got this bag from the counter," the girl who was holding up her phone and asking Bei Jiao if she could take a photo with her just a second ago looked unhappy, "What should I do now? Goat leather is not water-resistant. I guess I have to take it back to the counter for cleaning..."
"The cleaning fee will be several thousand." The other female customer who couldnt stop laughing pushed her friend, "Dont be like this, its not intentional. Its you who held the phone and danced around. Dont be honest - besides, you dont need this little money!"
"I dont need this little money. I waited in line for half a year to get this bag back!"
"Then you ask him to pay for it?"
"Compensate!" The girl grabbed a bottle of freshly opened foreign wine casually, "He spent hundreds of dollars washing cups all night? Can you afford it?"
After she finished speaking, she pointed at the bottle of foreign wine and looked up at Bei Jiao -
In the dim light, the clear red eyeshadow glitter and thick dark eyeliner still visible made her eyes look like some kind of animal in the dark, with wanton light flashing in her eyes.
She curled her red lips slightly: "Drink it, and lets forget about it today."
As soon as the words fell, the people around her reacted differently-
The friend next to her who had been noisy all the time sneered sharply;
The bar owner said "Ah!"
Other people who had been silent also looked over;
The young man named Zhao Keyan who came with them sat up directly, called the girls name, and said in a somewhat gloomy and warning tone, dont make trouble;
The girl ignored everyone at first, as if she was arguing with Bei Jiao.
"Drink it!" Her voice sounded younger than her makeup, unscrupulous, "If you do something wrong, dont you have to apologize?"
Bei Jiao didnt say anything before he figured out how to deal with this matter.
At this time.
"Song Yan, thats enough. You can blame your drool for dripping on your collar when you smack your lips while eating? Are you sick?"
A calm female voice sounded from the corner.
It was like a magic needle that was magnified to the maximum, supporting the sky, and then fell from the South Gate of Heaven into the East China Sea.
In an instant, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals were thrown to the ground and fell silent.
"Jiang Ran."
Previous The girl who was still threatening to do something and could not be persuaded by anyone instantly blushed.
She turned her head to the corner following the voice and stared at the figure leaning on the armrest of the sofa. She probably wanted to disobey but didnt dare to. After a long while, she could only squeeze out a sentence, "What are you doing? I was just joking. Why do you have to embarrass everyone?"