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At lunch that day, Wu Xia told Jiang Miao that he would be transferred to the perfume counter in the "Jintai" commercial building next week.

Jiang Miao was surprised, and asked almost subconsciously, "What did you do wrong?"

Wu Xia clicked his tongue: "What mistake did you make? It's just an internal transfer."

That's right, it's still the same brand owner, just changing a store for a counter.

But Wu Xia also told Jiang Miao back then that the sales of the lipstick cabinet were good and the monthly commission was high, so he had worked very hard to get in.

It is obvious that the monthly income will be greatly reduced, and there is no mistake. It is inexplicable, who would be willing to accept such a transfer?

Wu Xia picked out a fried onion and said, "The commission here is high, but I'm also tired and annoyed. The traffic over there is not as high as this side, and the sales tasks are not as high as this side. It's easy."

This reason sounds reasonable, but Jiang Miao could see that Wu Xia didn't mean to elaborate, so he thought about it and asked, "Your parents..."

He didn't finish what he said, Wu Xia already understood, and nodded: "It's nothing more."

Wu Xia's parents opened a steamed stuffed bun shop in the town. They used to rent the shop. After the lease expired, the landlord wanted to raise the price.

This is about the fifth time that the landlord has raised prices.The couple calculated the impact of the store's moving around in the past few years, so they went to visit a store by themselves and settled the loan.

They didn't tell Wu Xia about this beforehand. After Wu Xia knew about it, he felt sorry for his parents and basically paid back the money they earned from getting up early every month, and gave them all their savings.

Every month, he works hard to achieve performance, often exceeding the sales task, and keeps a little of the bonus for himself, and transfers the rest to his parents.

"The loan is almost repaid," Wu Xia put down the bowl and wiped his mouth. "Their pressure is also less."

Jiang Miao picked up the rice in the bowl and said, "Is the business of the bun shop okay?"

Wu Xia was a little proud: "It's pretty good. The location of the store they bought is good. In addition, the store has already built a good reputation. The buns they make every day are not enough to sell. They still want to hire two more people."

The location of the store is good, and the selling price must be high, so the pressure on loan repayment is great.

Fortunately, now it seems that the hardest time has passed.

Jiang Miao thought about it and was happy for him: "That's great, if you work steadily for two more years, maybe you can open a chain store, and then you can quit your job and go home to help your parents take care of the business. "

Wu Xia pursed her lips on purpose as if she didn't agree, but there was a smile in her words: "Why do you go back? Do you want to be the rich second generation of the steamed stuffed bun shop?"

Jiang Miao couldn't help but smile after thinking about the word.

"Hey, Jintai took a day off last day. I can coordinate with my colleagues. I can make up a few days off." Wu Xia raised an eyebrow at Jiang Miao, "When the time comes, you can go back with me and have fun. Please eat at my house." Baozi, I called my grandpa the other day and asked about you."

"Is your grandfather okay?"

"It's pretty good. If you have nothing to do, you can help with odd jobs in the store. You know him, and he can't stay idle."

Jiang Miao met Wu Xia's grandfather first.

About seven or eight years ago, Jiang Miao was still in junior high school, and Uncle Wu was collecting waste in the neighborhood where they lived at the time.

Uncle Wu is small and thin, and sometimes he rides a tricycle full of waste products, and veins pop out of his neck.Jiang Miao saw it a few times, but couldn't bear it, and always wanted to help push it.

On the day of the accident, Jiang Miao made an appointment with her classmates to go swimming in the swimming pool in the afternoon.

It was summer vacation then.In the midsummer afternoon, the sun was strong and scorching, and before Jiang Miao went out, she regretted why the appointment was in the afternoon.

But he didn't have time at night, Jiang Ze'an asked him to make up lessons for Jiang Yan.Although he didn't really want to make up for Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan didn't really want to hear it either.

When he left the community and was about to walk to the bus stop, Jiang Miao saw Uncle Wu's tricycle parked by the side of the road surrounded by a few passers-by.

Jiang Miao rushed up and found that Uncle Wu was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, his face flushed, blood on his forehead, and his clothes were stained with dust. He didn't know whether he fell or hit him.

He quickly squatted down and shouted: "Grandpa, Grandpa Wu, what's the matter with you?"

A passerby asked, "Child, do you know him?"

In fact, Jiang Miao didn't know Uncle Wu very well. He only knew that the old man who collected waste was named Wu.

He raised his head and asked passers-by, "Did you see what happened?"

Passers-by shook their heads one after another, some said they were lying here when they saw it, some said they watched him fall down by themselves, and some said it seemed like a small truck passed by.

Jiang Miao looked at Uncle Wu's body, not sure if he was injured, so he reached out and touched Uncle Wu's forehead, it was very hot.

It was the hottest time of the day, and he didn't know if Uncle Wu was suffering from heat stroke. He thought about some ways to deal with heat stroke that he had heard, so he took out the mineral water in his bag and sprinkled it on Uncle Wu's face. Drink some water.

Jiang Miao took out her mobile phone to call 120, and the passers-by immediately voiced opposition.

"Child, I advise you to leave this matter alone, you can't afford it."

"Forget it, don't do good deeds and get blackmailed."

Jiang Miao was not an ignorant and innocent child. He knew what these passers-by meant, but he didn't answer. He dialed 120 to clarify the situation, and took out a notebook from his bag to fan Uncle Wu.

Seeing him like this, another passer-by said: "Just call 120, kid. When the ambulance comes, we will give you a certificate. It has nothing to do with you when this person fell on the ground."

Some of the onlookers agreed, and some retreated silently.

When the ambulance arrived, Jiang Miao not only didn't leave, but went to the hospital with the ambulance, paid for the diagnosis and treatment in advance, and waited until Uncle Wu woke up before helping to notify his family.

Later, Jiang Zhe'an found out about this, and severely criticized Jiang Miao, blaming him for meddling in his own business and overthinking his own abilities.

"It's too late for others to hide this kind of thing, and you still post it. If this happens to someone who is unreasonable and intends to steal money, they will not be able to pay you if they sell you."

Jiang Miao listened to Jiang Ze'an's training silently, without arguing or admitting his mistakes.

He was only thankful that Uncle Wu just fainted and hurt his forehead due to heatstroke that day, and it wasn't any more serious accident.

This is how I met Wu Xia.

Wu Xia was three years older than him, and was about to enter his third year of high school. Uncle Wu worked so hard because he wanted to earn more tuition for him.Although his academic performance is sloppy, his family still hopes that he can go to college as much as possible.

At that time, Wu Xia's parents were also working in the city. After this incident, they were concerned about Uncle Wu's health and safety, so they refused to allow him to continue collecting waste in the city and sent him back to his hometown.

Occasionally, Wu Xia's parents would ask Wu Xia to send Jiang Miao some local products from Uncle Wu.

Jiang Miao didn't dare to take these things home, Jiang Ze'an would not agree to them, and Bao Yanling didn't like them either.He always received it and quietly passed it on to his neighbors.

On the other hand, although there was no close contact between the two children, they have never broken contact.

Jiang Miao thought about the cycle of karma, and the fact that good and evil are rewarded is probably true.

At the beginning, he just did a small thing out of kindness. Years later, when he left home and needed help, he got Wu Xia's support.

When he returned to the restaurant after eating, he sighed: "I will eat alone when I go to work."

Wu Xia smiled, and put his arms around his shoulders: "Do you want to introduce you to a few brothers from other shops? There is a good one in the gold shop next to us, and there is also a bakery on the second floor. If you are hungry, you can eat bread..."

"You stop."

The boss's rough voice came out of the boss's office.

You could tell he was angry anyway.

Even with Luo Yuchuan and the others, the air was filled with low pressure.

Luo Yuchuan and She Min glanced at each other, knowing each other.

They are following the "Dingsheng" project, and the developer suddenly requested to add an attic with a sloping roof to Buildings 18 and 32.

The foundations are all done, and now to make this kind of request, what is involved is not as simple as changing the drawings.

No wonder the boss is so hot.

"Dingsheng" is a villa group project. The developer suddenly made such a request. It's not because of their whim. It's probably because related households have already booked these two sets, and they want a "private customization".

Although in the end most of the changes will be made according to Party A's request, but it's always okay to complain. As for wrangling with Party A or taking the opportunity to bargain for other resources, I will leave it to the boss.

She Min winked at Luo Yuchuan, gestured for a cigarette with her hand, got up and walked out.

Luo Yuchuan picked up the cigarette case and lighter on the table and followed him out.

There was a smoking room on each floor of their building, but Luo Yuchuan and She Min came out of it and went up two more floors by stairs.

The smoking room on this floor is designed as a sunny glass room, which can bask in the sun and shelter from the rain. With the windows open, it can also blow a little wind in early summer.

By the way, you can also take a look at the lush green plants in the courtyard below.

Very enjoyable.

Luo Yuchuan handed She Min a cigarette, but before he took out his own, the phone rang.

Zhang Jing is calling.

When Luo Yuchuan answered her calls, he would never hide anyone behind his back. He thought that Zhang Jing would press him to ask him about strengthening Luo Zheng's wrists, but it turned out that it was because of Luo Wei again.

"Xiaowei said that he signed up for a class to learn guitar. I think this thing is a big thing. You give it to him as a staff member."

Luo Yuchuan closed his eyes.

He and Luo Wei have also lived under the same roof intermittently for more than ten years. He never knew that Luo Wei had such a deep love and persistent pursuit of music.

Last time it was earphones, this time it was guitar, I don’t know what it will be next time, drum kit?That's much bigger than a guitar.

It is estimated that Zhang Jing would not agree to buy it, it would take up too much space, and it is impossible to change a house for a drum.

"Mom, I'm busy now, and you don't know much about the situation. Let him tell me by himself."

Zhang Jing thought about it and agreed, and before hanging up the phone, she told him: "If you want to buy it, buy a better one, so that he doesn't feel bad about the money, I have it here if it's not enough."

Luo Yuchuan hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff.

She Min leaned over and bumped him with her elbow: "It's your brother again?"

Luo Yuchuan let out a "hmm" and didn't really want to talk.

She Min didn't pay much attention to his emotions, he knew that Luo Yuchuan's younger brother often asked him to buy this and that, so he was a little curious at the moment.

"What will you buy this time?"

Luo Yuchuan took a puff of cigarette, exhaled slowly, and said, "Guitar."

"Huh?" She Min was a little surprised, after all, the "guitar" is too unusual, "He will?"

Luo Yuchuan smiled lightly: "No, so I signed up for the class and wanted to learn."

She Min lowered her head and took two puffs of her cigarette, and after a while, said, "I never thought that your brother is actually a music lover."

"I didn't expect it either."

She Min flicked the ashtray into the ashtray next to her, and shook her head: "I don't know much about art, but I don't mean to just learn it. You have to have some talent, right? Does he have it? "

Luo Yuchuan lowered his eyes, the cigarette between his fingers was slowly burning, and the white smoke drifted upwards, making his eyebrows and eyes seem to be trapped in the smoke.

The word talent often appeared in Luo Yuchuan when he was a child.

Before knowing that he is smart and good at learning, the people around him first discovered his talent in calligraphy.

He was only in kindergarten at that time, and he was just able to hold the pen firmly, but he was able to follow the words on the picture book and write very neatly, stroke by stroke, which surprised the kindergarten teacher so much that he was sent home after school. Show the written words to Luo Zhengqiang and Zhang Jing.

The teacher said to send this child to calligraphy class, he is very talented.

Even the curious neighbors who came to watch said that their son who was in junior high school could not write such beautiful characters.

In front of the teacher, Luo Zhengqiang and Zhang Jing nodded repeatedly, expressing that they would take this matter seriously, and when the teacher left, the couple would tacitly do ideological work for Luo Yuchuan.

The point is to tell him, as for calligraphy, it is enough to write correctly. What is there to learn?If you are interested, you can practice at home, so why spend money?

He also gave him some examples of how students with difficult conditions can finish a homework book and use the reverse side as a draft book without wasting it.

The young Luo Yuchuan actually didn't understand the connection between them, he just knew that his parents disagreed with learning to write.

He had no particular feelings, no sadness, no disappointment.

After all, he had only just started learning to write.

There is no expectation for learning to write, so it is not disappointing.

Later, when he was in elementary school, the art teacher discovered his talent in painting.

Kindergarten also taught painting, but the teacher at that time, I don't know if it was hit by Luo Zhengqiang and his wife's indifferent attitude towards Luo Yuchuan's calligraphy, and did not affirm or praise Luo Yuchuan's painting ability too much.

The primary school art teacher didn't know there was such a thing as calligraphy. He just marveled at the child's accurate capture of images and his sensitivity to colors.

Therefore, Luo Yuchuan was sent home by the teacher for the second time, and showed his paintings to Luo Zhengqiang and Zhang Jing.

The art teacher said to send him to learn painting, he is very talented.

At that time, Luo Yuchuan felt that these words were very familiar, and the memories of his childhood were not far away. He remembered the attitudes of Luo Zhengqiang and Zhang Jing, so he didn't have any expectations as before.

However, the art teacher was different from the kindergarten teacher. He opened up another way of lobbying.

"After learning painting, it will be great. If you learn it well, you will get more prizes, and you will get extra points in the college entrance examination."

Although Luo Yuchuan was only in the second grade of elementary school and was still far away from the college entrance examination, the importance of the college entrance examination made Luo Zhengqiang and Zhang Jing start to pay attention to it.

They took the initiative to ask the art teacher some questions about learning painting, and finally learned from the art teacher that if a painter is trained, the family will have an extra cash cow.

He learned from the art teacher that the paintings of famous artists are sold by the square foot. After the art teacher left, Luo Zhengqiang took a ruler to draw on the old newspaper for a long time.

"Such a big piece, how many thousand can you sell?"

Luo Zhengqiang and Zhang Jing were confused and full of longing.

After showing Luo Yuchuan's paintings to neighbors and colleagues, and receiving unanimous comments that "this child is talented, he should be nurtured well", Luo Zhengqiang and Zhang Jing decided to send Luo Yuchuan to learn painting.

Luo Zhengqiang began to inquire from many sources, and even went to various training courses for on-the-spot investigation and comparison.

Luo Yuchuan, who originally had no expectations and was not particularly interested in painting, began to have expectations for this matter during the process.

Even after finishing his homework, he would pick up a pen and practice drawing on old newspapers.

Zhang Jing was also very active and helped him collect old newspapers from neighbors.

After comparison, Luo Zhengqiang finally chose a training class that he thought was the most cost-effective.

The so-called most cost-effective means that compared with the tuition fee and class hours, the ability of the teacher is not the most important.

In Luo Zhengqiang's simple values, as long as he is talented, it doesn't matter how much the teacher teaches, and he can become a talent himself.

So Luo Yuchuan was taken by Luo Zhengqiang to sign up for the training class that day.

Luo Yuchuan was a little excited, like reporting for the first day of primary school, imagining what kind of teacher he would meet, what kind of classmate he would meet, and whether he would make new friends.

On the way, Luo Zhengqiang was called back by the workers who came here in a hurry. Zhang Jing fainted in the workshop and was sent to the hospital for examination. It turned out that she was pregnant.

Luo Zhengqiang hurried to the hospital, and the matter of sending Luo Yuchuan to learn painting was never mentioned again.

There was a burning pain between the fingers.

Luo Yuchuan hurriedly put out the burnt cigarette in the ashtray.

He thought that at least he had lived up to those talents, his design pictures were beautiful, and his writing was also beautiful.

When he got down from the escalator, Luo Yuchuan was a little stunned.

He didn't know why he refused She Min's request to go to his house for dinner after get off work, and why he drove to the shopping mall, and then went upstairs to the door of the shoe store where Jiang Miao worked.

He considers himself not an emotional person, rarely sad, and even less indulging in memories of the past.

But today he didn't know what happened, he felt a little sad.

It may be because the cold reception he received when he was a child has not gone with time as he thought, leaving no trace.

It is also possible that he thought of that young man who took a good photo, just like him, encountered some accident and had to give up his talent.

Luo Yuchuan felt that he was a little indulgent today, and he wanted to see Jiang Miao.

Although he didn't know what to say or what to do when he saw it.

Or maybe Jiang Miao was not on duty, so he couldn't see this person at all.

He just wanted to see it, even just for a glance.

However, the scene in the store surprised Luo Yuchuan.

He didn't take a look at Jiang Miao, but first saw a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys sitting or standing in the shop.

Also, shoes all over the floor.