deceased into ashes

In the evening, Zhou Qianyi took the bus to work early.

The place where she works is a relatively large petty-funded enterprise, mainly selling milk tea with unique flavor and other things. The store occupies about [-] square meters. Many young people will come here to rest and chat in the evening and try new flavors. of tea.

The decoration style of the store is very simple and modern. The owner of the store is a young woman who is good at talking and is very gentle. She is very familiar with the store staff, and she is also a friend to Zhou Qianyi.

The reason why Zhou Qianyi noticed this store in the first place was not only because this store made people feel very comfortable, but also the name of this store is very meaningful - "Yunyan", and there is a line of small characters below - "Life is nothing but Just passing by and having fun in time is also a part of life.”

Zhou Qianyi started writing books a long time ago, and she likes to read all kinds of books. The more involved, the better she understands; she published a book two years ago, and her pen name is "Yunyan".

But the "Yunyan" she implies is not as free and easy as the name of this store implies; the so-called "Yunyan" in her heart is just a beautiful scenery that is gradually indifferent by her lover.

After all, it is fleeting.

The few books she has published are all written in her own style; the style is lonely and sad but not exaggerated, and the story always changes from the novelty and happiness at the beginning to reality and the polishing of time. Grief; then gradually evolve from grief to despair.

There are not many readers, and they all like her writing, but her writing is always suppressed because it is too realistic and satirizes some social phenomena, so it is not very popular.

Zhou Qianyi felt nothing.She didn't write those articles to gain fame, but to express her views on the world.

She doesn't want to care about these.

Zhou Qianyi changed into some simple and cute work clothes in the changing room, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to prepare fresh materials for the evening.

In fact, it is still difficult to work in this kind of service industry. The production work in the background needs to remember the proportion of raw materials, and it takes enough effort to make the best raw materials.

The work at the front desk is also very hard. You must be able to speak and have emotional intelligence to recommend good things to young guests and not let others think that what you say is boring and boring.

An hour later, another employee came to the back kitchen to change shifts; Zhou Qianyi wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted his cheek, and smiled; he went to the front desk to take over.

At seven or eight o'clock, there will be more guests, and most of them choose to go home with their friends or lovers in this comfortable environment around nine o'clock.

At almost 08:30, Zhou Qianyi could finally take a rest; the substitute staff had already changed into their work clothes; now she only needed to clean up the tables used by the guests to rest for half an hour.

After Zhou Qianyi cleaned the tables on the second floor with a broom and rag, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She put away the tools; there were not as many people on the second floor as on the first floor, and the music was playing softly; she wanted to watch When looking to see if there are any new books in the nearest bookcase, the boss carefully moved a stack of books.

The boss's surname is Yan, and her full name is Yan Min. Everyone calls her "Sister Yan", and Zhou Qianyi is no exception. Seeing Yan Min's slightly clumsy movements, she hurried over to help carry some books.

"Sister Yan," Zhou Qianyi took down the relatively heavy books above, "Should I get new ones?"

Seeing that it was Zhou Qianyi, Yan Min smiled brightly and said, "That's right, the ones I just brought from home are pretty good."

Zhou Qianyi also smiled, and assisted Yan Min to take down the old book and put the new one on.

When she was putting the book down, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the two small characters "Yunyan"; she was a little puzzled, but she still didn't read it carefully.

The books were all arranged, Yan Min carried the old books and put them on a small table next to him, seeing Zhou Qianyi staring at the bookcase, he took another book from the bookcase and handed it to Zhou Qianyi.

"Qianyi," Yan Min smiled and handed her the copy of "The Other Side", "I really like the writing style of this book, you can read it."

Zhou Qianyi was a little bit dumbfounded, that "The Other Side" was her first published work, and now there is a situation where someone else gives her own work, which is really a bit complicated.

But she was still a little relieved, she always thought that no one would really like her book.

Seeing her staring at the book in a daze, Yan Min opened the book in Zhou Qianyi's hand with his left hand, and when he found some places with handwriting, he said, "Qianyi, look, I circled some sentences that I really like, you You will love this book after reading it!"

When Zhou Qianyi saw what Yan Minquan said, his eyes suddenly felt a little hollow.

"When you like someone very much, you will save every bit of her and yourself to remember, like a squirrel collecting berries, filling your heart to the brim.

But do you know?

Fullness of joy does not last forever, it fades away; in the end, there is only an empty heart left.

Feelings always change from hot to quiet, but they can't change from quiet to breathless.

This feeling will always be there; it's just that this feeling is like a prickly pear, the closer you get, the more painful it is, and the more you miss it, the sadder it becomes.

There are thorns all over the body, scars all over the body, but after all, I can't let it go.

Obsessed with obsession but no good results.

Like a determined, ridiculous lunatic.

I'm probably crazy. "

This is the original sentence.At that time, after Zhou Qianyi quarreled with Yu Qingyue because of Yu Qingyue and a man, Yu Qingyue didn't come home for a month, didn't call back, didn't send a message.

During that month, Zhou Qianyi hugged her knees on the sofa every night and waited for that person to come back.

Have you been hated by others?

Does it mean that as long as she behaves better and doesn't cry and lose her temper all the time, she won't leave?

But I only have her...

Zhou Qianyi was still crying, she felt that she was really worthless, she turned on the tablet computer, and began to type one key at a time in the dark, writing down her sadness, her loss, and her depression.

Those who give in love clearly express their unforgettable pain bit by bit.

She always felt that by waiting, that person would come back.

Later, when Zhou Qianyi went to her company to find her, he accidentally saw her eating with a young director.

When she walked into that restaurant, there was no anger, no crying, only sourness in her heart; she walked over, looked at Yu Qingyue who had been silent since seeing her, and listened to Yu Qingyue introducing herself to that person as just her cousin.

The heart is really stabbed so painfully.

But she didn't dare to make trouble, dare not cry, and didn't dare to say anything more.

She didn't want to be left alone all the time.

At that time, she just wanted Yu Qingyue to go home and stop ignoring her.

Zhou Qianyi feels a little lonely when she thinks of these things, she always feels that she is humble enough and pleasing enough, why is she still...

She has a mood inside, but she has to smile on her face. She doesn't want to pass on negative energy to others.

She chatted with Yan Min for a while about the story of the book and her own views on the book.

Yan Min was also very happy to express his opinion, and the two sat on the soft cushion and chatted for a long time; later, because Zhou Qianyi's rest time was over and he had to change shifts, the chat stopped helplessly.

It was already eleven o'clock when she got off work, and Zhou Qianyi planned to take a taxi home; but Yan Min, who had just locked the store door, took her back to the community in her private car with extra enthusiasm.

Maybe Yan Min felt that a confidant was rare.

Zhou Qianyi smiled and didn't say much; she thanked Yan Min for sending her back, but Yan Min generously said that we would chat in the store next time, and wanted to bring a few more books she liked to Zhou Qianyi.

Zhou Qianyi was also very relieved, the distance between Yan Min and Yan Min was shortened, like a starlight in the dark night, it gave her a little bit of joy and hope.

How nice to have a friend...

But when Zhou Qianyi returned to the still deserted home, she no longer kept the smirk on her face, and her whole body turned cold.

After all, the starlight is not as good as the blazing sun.

The starlight can't warm the eyes, and the scorching sun doesn't want to shine on the freezing snow and frost.

So to her, this little bit of starlight doesn't matter whether it exists or not, it can't warm the cold night all year round.

And the scorching sun can no longer shine into the cold glacier.