What will Mr. Koo buy today?

"Sorry, I can't write more."

Just when Zhao Xingluo was making up [-] words in his brain, he heard what the guest said.

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

"Can I have another piece of paper?"

Zhao Xingluo's professional smile froze.

"Just simply write down the reason for the customer, for example... I don't want it anymore."

"Well."

Yuan Cun murmured, and instead of continuing his literary creation, he directly gave Zhao Xingluo the return form in his hand, and when his eyes met, he froze for a moment.

He has been in this store for quite a while, but he has never seen other expressions under the professional smile of this clerk, but now, he finds that he smiles very vividly.

It was a kind of forbearance, with a good-natured smile, contained in a delicate and stunning shell, lively and charming.

Yuan Cun lowered his head, took the refund from Zhao Xingluo, and left with the shopping bag.

As soon as Yuan Cun went out, the old apprentice came in and met him face to face.

"Buddhism is here again?"

The old apprentice walked into the counter, looked back to see that the customers had gone far, and then greeted Zhao Xingluo.

"You are finally not face blind?" Zhao Xingluo said.

"Originally he was blind, but his look today makes it impossible to look directly at him."

The old apprentice entered the staff locker room, and a sentence floated out intermittently from inside.

"is it?"

"Well, little master, please rest for a while, there is no one at the moment, I will come."

The old apprentice came out of the locker room and saw that Zhao Xingluo still had some work to do, thinking that he had been on duty for two people for several hours, so he hurriedly said.

"No need, I'll do it myself." Zhao Xingluo waved his hand and said firmly, his attitude was quite like Erha's guarding food.

"Isn't it?"

The old apprentice leaned over to take a look, and found that Zhao Xingluo was holding a note in his hand. His fingers subconsciously bent, causing the note to fold slightly, as if he didn't want to show what was written on it.

"Little master, have you finally gotten the hang of it?" The old apprentice had a gossiping excited expression on his face, and he desperately glanced at the note in Zhao Xingluo's hand twice, as if he could light up the function of his see-through eyes just by staring at him. like.

"What enlightenment?" Zhao Xingluo frowned.

"Be honest, is that the phone number of a beautiful girl in your hand?" The old apprentice asked with a secretive smile.

"Oh, it's a return form, do you want to help me enter it?" Zhao Xingluo looked at the old apprentice with a demeanor of preaching and resolving doubts, and shook the return form in his hand that could be used for micro-carving work if it was written more intensively. , flashed in his face.

"Σ(°△°|||)︴"

The old apprentice took several steps back as if he had received a fatal blow.

"Fuck, it's really hard for this customer, don't be a craftsman, I can't come, trypophobia." The old apprentice shook his head and ran to the shelf to replenish the goods.

Zhao Xingluo laughed, seeing that there should be no guests visiting during this time period, he continued to immerse himself in his work.

"This weekend, my colleagues asked me to go camping."

The first line of the return form caught Zhao Xingluo's eyes, giving him the illusion that he was reading a short story, and added in his mind, "We found a charred corpse by the lake."

Zhao Xingluo shook his head, dispelling the idea of ​​imagining supernatural novels.

"They said, just in case, we need to prepare some things necessary for survival in the wild. I was assigned to prepare the water tools."

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

"One of my colleagues gave me a popular science on how to obtain water tools, and told me that it is best to prepare different sizes and flavors."

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

"But in fact, the campsite we are going to has very complete facilities and has not encountered any sudden natural disasters, so these things have not been used."

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

Although I don't know much about Yuancun's personnel relationship, based on Zhao Xingluo's experience, although other possibilities are not ruled out, it seems that Yuancun was tricked by his so-called colleagues.

"Too good." Zhao Xingluo shook his head and frowned beautifully.

He took the note and entered the last part, and suddenly remembered what the old apprentice said just now.

In a sense, this note is also a form of contact.

"Gu Shang." Zhao Xingluo read Yuancun's name softly, and then recorded it on the next line.

He typed some Arabic numerals, tilted his head, and turned the note over.

There is no sign of handwriting on the back.

Zhao Xingluo carefully checked the contact information left by Mr. Gu again.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a house electricity.

……

In the early morning, Zhao Xingluo finally got off work.

He has a big class from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am this morning. Because he is a day student, it is a little troublesome to go home and go to school now, so he plans to squat in the temporary lounge prepared for the staff for a while.

The environment in the lounge is very cramped, there is only one single bed, and you have to be careful when you stand up from the bed and turn around - this is still the figure of an ordinary person, if it is Zhao Xingluo who is about to jump to 1.9 meters tall It's even harder.

But at this moment, he was curled up on the single bed, but he felt a sense of leisure that other people couldn't understand. Although he was a little tired, he couldn't fall asleep for a while.

Zhao Xingluo took out a book from his schoolbag. It was a small book about the snacks and local specialties of the four seasons in the author's hometown. It was one of Gu Shang's books.

He opened the book and stroked the slightly rough paper compared to the current mainstream binding with his fingertips, looking for a sense of peace and stability between the lines. The pyrotechnics in the small market described, and even the faint voices of hawkers shouting in the market.

"Well……"

Ten minutes later, Zhao Xingluo turned over and made an impatient sound.

He had already read this book once, and the hypnotic effect seemed not as strong as before.

Zhao Xingluo glanced at his watch, his eyes were a little overloaded, if he didn't close them, he might have the illusion that there was too much in class later, and he was very wronged.

He sighed, closed his eyes in frustration, his fingers were still stroking the rough cover on the cover of the book, feeling some uneven particles on it.

I have to wait until the power is exhausted and it will automatically shut down, he thought.