I really don't want to be a teacher

The young man shook his head, spoke again, turned his head, looked at the booth, and paused again,

"...Boss, is there anything else?"

Chapter 885 Can You Still Get a Salary Increase?

booth.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man on the street, opened his mouth,

In the flushed eye sockets, some turbid tears poured out more and more,

Can't help but stand up from the stool a little bit, but a little hunched, standing where I was,

Just looking at the young man on the street, tears kept pouring out of his eyes,

There was some pain, guilt, and fear in his eyes.

Next to him, the old man who comforted the middle-aged man before turned around slowly,

Following the eyes of the middle-aged man, he looked at the young man,

"...Talk to the child well. No matter what you say, you should apologize to the child. "

The old man turned his head again, said something to the middle-aged man, and then stopped talking.

The middle-aged man listened, opened his mouth,

"……thanks……"

He muttered a few words and stopped. The middle-aged man's eyes were still red, and there was some pain in his eyes, mixed with some tension and fear. Looking at the young man, the accumulated tears kept pouring down.

Tears pattered on the hand of the middle-aged man holding the little football, on the little football he was holding,

Somewhat in a hurry, the middle-aged man bowed his waist, lowered his head, held his hand, and wiped the tears stained on the little football in a panic.

By the side of the street, under the curb steps,

The young man and his companions seemed unaware that the middle-aged man standing hunched over the table at the booth didn't hear what the old man said to the middle-aged man.

After the young man asked a question, he just looked at Lian Ge, and the people who went with him just looked at the booth.

at the booth, at the table,

The middle-aged man who hastily wiped the tears stained on the small football with his hands gradually stopped,

The tears that fell on the little football, before they could be wiped away, had already overflowed and turned into yin energy dissipating.

Looking at it, the middle-aged man paused his movements, tears dripping down on the little football.

He raised his head again, but his eyes were red, and he looked closely at the young man, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"There is still a side."

Listening to the sound of the old man comforting the middle-aged man, and the sound of the middle-aged man's tears falling on the little football,

In the nearby oven, the crackling sound of burning charcoal fire,

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the rest of the table next to the stove, turned his gaze back, and looked at the young man who stood still.

With a smile, he responded aloud,

"Mian..."

The young man turned his gaze, looked at the booth where the stove was placed, and paused again.

"...Please cook me some noodles. I'll take it away. No green onions, boil it softer."

"Okay, what else do you want?"

Lian Ge responded with a smile, and walked away from the table in front of the booth,

After walking back to the standing stove, I asked again.

"...Give me five skewers of pork ribs, five skewers of beef...Brother Xu, what do you think you want to eat?"

The young man shook his head, and his companions responded, then turned to ask the young man,

"...I don't have much appetite, you can just eat."

"...Then that's it."

The young man replied again, lowered his head, moved his feet away, and walked up the steps on the side of the street.

The companions turned their heads, looked around, said something aloud, and followed them to the tables in front of the booth.

At the booth, a middle-aged man was hunched over, standing in front of the table, listening to the young man's words, his eyes became redder, and he looked closely at the young man.

Looking at the figures in front of the booth again,

Lian Ge turned his gaze again,

In the smaller stove next to it, the charcoal fire was brighter, and there was a slight crackling sound,

On the stove, in the still standing pot, the still hot water is gradually boiling again,

Listening to the mixed voices and voices in my ears,

Lian Ge lifted the lid of the pot again, and threw the last remaining portion of noodles into the pot.

The boiling water in the pot calmed down for a while, then boiled again,

Holding the chopsticks, he picked out the noodles that were wrapped in boiling water in the pot, and Lian Ge turned his gaze to the figures in front of the booth.

……

"...Brother Xu, let's sit here."

Following the young man, the companions walked to the booth, and after a few tables were set up,

Turning his gaze, he looked at the several tables on the booth, chose a seat, greeted the young man, and walked towards one of the tables.

The young man paused, nodded, and walked over without saying a word.

Beside the table, the middle-aged man who was staring at the young man turned slightly sideways, watching the young man approaching him.

"...All the guests have left, and the boss didn't say anything about clearing up the table...Brother Xu, sit down."

The companions walked to the table, looked at the grilled wing on the table, said aloud, moved the grilled wing and the iron tray to the side, and then turned back to face the young man talking,

The young man followed, and also walked to the table, looking at the grilled wings that were placed on the iron plate next to him, he couldn't help but pause for a moment,

"...Brother Xu, do you like grilled wings? How about I bring you two skewers...Boss..."

The companions followed the young man's line of sight, followed by saying, and wanted to shout to Lian Ge,

The young man paused again, and when he heard the words of his companions, he just shook his head and sat down at the table.

The companions looked back and sat down beside him.

The young man sat across the table, and his companions sat on the other side.

The middle-aged man hunched over, looking closely at the young man, and looking at the young man in front of him, his eyes became redder, with some pain in his eyes, mixed with guilt and fear.

After a pause, the middle-aged man slowly sat down again, and then looked closely at the young man in front of him.

"...Brother Xu... I heard that uncle is hospitalized? You have to go to the hospital later...Brother Xu, don't worry too much..."

The people in the same company sat down behind them, turned their heads and looked at the side of the oven first,

Turning around again, I looked at the young man with his head down, who seemed to be in a trance, silent. The people who were walking with him paused for a while, and still gave a word of comfort.

"thanks……"

The young man was silent, nodded, and thanked him again.

"...Eh, that's right. Brother Xu, in two days the company says to organize a football match, will you participate?"

Looking at the appearance of the young man, the people in the company did not continue the previous topic, but instead said,

"No."

The young man listened, paused, and shook his head.

"...That's really a pity. With you, Brother Xu, as a general, you will definitely kill everyone."

The person traveling with him smiled and said to the young man,

The young man paused, with a smile on his face,

"... What's the use of playing football well? Could it be possible to get a salary increase?"

Looking up, the young man smiled and said aloud,

"...That's right, our boss is holding it..."

Accompanied by his companions, he laughed and continued talking,

The young man also smiled, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

Opposite the young man,

The middle-aged man who looked closely at the young man in front of him,

Listening to the words of the young man and his peers, looking at the smile on the young man's face,

The pain in his eyes became more painful, and he lowered his head again, looking at the football tightly clutched in his hand,

Looking at the smiling young man again,

Mouth open, eyes red, tears pouring out more and more,

It kept hitting the small soccer ball that was tightly clenched in his hand, and then the yin energy dissipated.

……

Glancing at the figures sitting by the table, he paused his gaze,

Lian Ge turned his gaze again, picked up the noodles that were cooking in the pot with chopsticks, and more steam overflowed from the pot,

In the ear, the voice of laughing words gradually stopped again,

The charcoal fire in the stove was still crackling slightly, burning,

A few flying insects are still tirelessly circling the incandescent lamp hanging beside the booth,

On the street, it became even quieter.

Chapter 886 Phone

"... Zizi..."

Pick the noodles, and the mist that overflows from the pot will be blown away by the breeze.

Lian Ge put down his chopsticks, turned around, took some grilled skewers next to the oven, put them on the oven to heat,

Blowing through the breeze, the charcoal fire flickers, the fat on the barbecue drips on the charcoal fire in the oven,

Flip it again,

Lian Ge took an iron plate by hand, picked up some skewers from the oven into the iron plate,

Turning his gaze again, he looked at the pot on the smaller stove next to him, with the boiling water and the tumbling noodles,

Looking away, Lian Ge took the iron plate, walked around the oven, and walked towards the table.

……

"...Speaking of which, Brother Xu, you are also very good at painting. A while ago, the art department even said that."

At the table, after laughing, the person who was traveling with him laughed again and said,

"...Tell me, can those people who make demands be like you, Brother Xu? After talking for a long time, when the donkey's head is not right, you can still just draw a pen..."

Smiling, the fellow traveler said.

The young man listened, and this time there was no answer,

He just smiled and shook his head, looking into the distance, the smile gradually faded away.

"...Hey, the barbecue is here."