Indigo

Come and see.

"Xue Xin!" The boy named Ding Hai ran over first, pointed at them and shouted, "Fuck! You dare to do it!"

Zhou Yang punched him on the nose.

Ding Hai covered his face and said, "Hmm, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, and shouted: "I've beaten someone! Come here!"

A group of boys all ran up and wrestled with them.

Miyano bypassed and walked towards Yan Ze.

Yan Ze turned off the DV, and looked behind Miyano defensively.

"Give it to me." Miyano stretched out his hand.

"Who are you?" Yan Ze said impatiently.

Miyano looked down at the two crying girls hugging each other with disheveled hair on the ground, and repeated: "Let me tell you."

Yan Ze pursed his lips and handed him the DV.

"Is it interesting to do this?" Miyano narrowed his eyes and looked at her.

"It's quite interesting." Yan Ze smiled.

"How can you still laugh?" Miyano frowned.

"Why can't you laugh?" Yan Ze pointed at the group of people fighting not far away, "It's very fun."

"Your boyfriend was inside, and he was beaten badly." Miyano said.

"I know." Yan Ze stroked his hair with a soft voice.

"I called the police." Miyano said.

Yan Ze froze for a moment, his smile was a little stiff.

"Are you graduating next year?" Miyano looked at her and said softly, "Do you think you can graduate?"

"Actually, Xue Xin and the others forced me to do these things." Yan Ze's eyes were red when he looked up again.

Miyano flipped through the DV while listening to her nonsense.

"I didn't mean anything malicious..." Yan Ze said, slowly approaching Miyano.

"You..." Before Miyano could react, her arm was grabbed by her.

Yan Ze lowered his head, bit Miyano's arm hard, then bumped him away and ran away.

"Fuck!" Miyano threw the DV and chased after him.

☆, 07

Did not catch up.

The light in this area is very poor, and there are many buildings, Yan Ze escaped within Miyano's expectations.

He sighed and turned to look for Sun Shaonan and the others.

In 5 minutes, Sun Shaonan and the others had subdued the boys, rolling on the ground and screaming for pain.

"The hair hasn't even grown yet! Kidnapped like someone else!" Sun Shaonan kicked Xue Xin's ass, "You kid is good enough!"

"Okay, you're addicted to being a father," Miyano said.

"What should we do now, send these bastards to the police station?" Yan Run asked.

"And this." Zhou Yang walked over with the DV that Miyano had just thrown away in his hand. "Give this to the police as well. We have all the evidence."

"Wait a while." Miyano glanced at Xue Xin, "I still have something to say to him."

Xue Xin is completely in a semi-comatose state now, his glasses were trampled by Sun Shaonan and thrown aside, he can't even see Miyano's face clearly.

Miyano squatted down and raised Xue Xin's chin with his hands.

"You have a good face, it's a pity to grow up with you." Miyano looked at it and said.

Xue Xin tried hard to open his eyes covered with blood, avoiding Miyano's hand.

"I'm actually not interested in taking care of your shit. It doesn't matter to me who you like to bully. I didn't plan to take care of it at first, but who the hell told you to touch Puling?" Miyano frowned slightly, stretched out his hand in Xue Xin patted on the face, "Remember, today's meal is for Pu Ling to pay you back, and next time, it won't be your glasses that are rotten."

"Fuck. Your mother." Xue Xin gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey, are you still not convinced?" Sun Shaonan laughed.

"Let's pack it up and send it to the police station," Miyano said, and then asked Zhou Yang, "Is the DV broken? I just threw it away when I was chasing someone."

Zhou Yang said: "Good product, don't worry."

"What about those two?" Yan Run pointed to the two little girls who were hugging each other in fright.

"The police will definitely record a statement. After the recording, you will send them home." Miyano said.

"Why me? Isn't Brother Sun supposed to do this kind of thing?" Yan Run said.

Miyano sized him up, thought for a while and said, "You look kinder."

"Hey Miyano, your grandson, who the hell is he saying is not kind!" Sun Shaonan finally came to his senses.

The efficiency of Sun Shaonan and the others was acceptable. The police watched the DV video and the victim's statement, and because of Xue Xin's student identities, they contacted the school for cooperation.

The school punished several students with poor grades. Xue Xin only received a notice of criticism because of his excellent grades in the third year of high school.The DV video was shot after the sound was muted, and Yan Ze was not affected because he didn't have proof of his presence.

But no matter what, Hu Yuan's life is much better, and Yan Ze never troubled her again.

Pu Ling sat opposite Yan Ze with a plate of rice.

"What are you doing?" Yan Ze looked at him defensively.

"Don't be nervous," Pu Ling raised his eyes, "I have a question to ask."

"I don't know anything!" Yan Ze frowned and said in a low voice, "Xue Xin and the others have already been brought into the police station once by your brother Yan, what else do you want!"

"It sounds like your attitude is still my fault?" Pu Ling said.

"Get out, right away." Yan Ze pointed at him.

"Have you backed up the videos of Hu Yuan and those girls?" Pu Ling asked.

Yan Ze was stunned, then sneered: "Are you a policeman? Why should I tell you?"

Pu Ling sighed and said, "Hu Yuan told me a few days ago that she wanted to meet you and resolve the conflict with you. After all, she is from a school, and she keeps her head down..."

"Don't be so fucking hypocritical!" Yan Ze dropped his chopsticks and glared at Pu Ling, "Tell her, don't do this with me, she looked like a scumbag when I was stuffed in the toilet by my sisters and me. I remember it all!"

"Really," Pu Ling closed her eyelids slightly, her voice was neither soft nor heavy, "you have done this kind of thing?"

"You..." Yan Ze looked at him hesitantly for a while, feeling that something was wrong, he quickly picked up his plate and left.

Pu Ling reached for the phone in her pocket, pressed the end button, and sent the recording to Miyano.

"Just right." Sun Shaonan said.

"Go up the bar." Yan Run said.

Miyano looked at the card in front of him for a while and said, "Nonsense."

"Fuck!" Sun Shaonan yelled, "Yangyang, how did you play the card! Let him win again!"

Zhou Yang opened his eyes in a daze, and shouted without thinking: "Yaoji!"

"You sleep soundly! Why don't you move to the drug rehabilitation center to sleep with Xiaoba? You eat well and sleep well. This bastard took all your money!" Sun Shaonan said in Zhou Yang slapped him on the head.

Zhou Yang covered his head and limp down on the table again.

"It's almost done. It's already noon, and I'm too sleepy to play anymore." Miyano yawned.

"I'm sleepy too." Yan Run got up and stretched, "I can't sleep through the night when I'm old, I can sleep straight to death if I put a bed here."

"Go home, go home." Sun Shaonan said impatiently, grabbing Miyano's shoulder again, "Please have lunch!"

Miyano smiled, and stuffed the money into his hand: "Go on your own, I have something else to do."

"What's the matter with you?" Sun Shaonan looked at him.

"Look at my mother." Miyano said.

When I first went to the toilet, I heard the boss chatting outside, saying that he hadn't seen Luo Ying come to play cards for a while, and he had to check it out.

Miyano smoothed his hair and tied it with a rubber band again.

The phone rang, and it was an audio file sent by Pu Ling.

Miyano opened it conveniently and heard the conversation between him and Yan Ze.

All right, I've learned the cliché.

Miyano passed the audio file to Sun Shaonan to solve it.

He put the phone back in his pocket and went to Luo Ying's house.

"Why are you here, to see if I'm dead?" Luo Ying lay on the sofa, got up and lit a cigarette.

"What about the others?" Miyano asked.

"Who is it?" Luo Ying exhaled smoke rings and narrowed her eyes.

"Then who," Miyano thought for a while before remembering, "Zhang Nan."

"Don't fucking mention him to me! He's already dead!" Luo Ying said.

"I thought you could protect him for a long time." Miyano said.

Luo Ying didn't speak, just glared at him, and suddenly buried her head in the pillow and cried loudly.

Miyano found a stool and sat down, biting a cigarette and listening to her cry.

"Why is there no reliable man in this world!" Luo Ying cried and threw the pillow on Miyano, "Tell me! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You moron!"

"My oil bottle doesn't seem to hinder your free love, Mom." Miyano sighed.

Luo Ying ignored him and continued to cry herself.

"I'm also blind enough to beat my own son because of a dog." Luo Ying sniffed and said.

Miyano looked up at her.

Luo Ying still wanted to talk, but was interrupted by him.

"Okay, don't mention the matter in the past." Miyano said.

Luo Ying took out a piece of paper and wiped away her tears vigorously.

"Did Gong He rent the house to you two days ago?" Miyano asked.

"Yes, that's right." Luo Ying said.

"Well," Miyano nodded, got up and said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Miyano!" Luo Ying patted the sofa, a little annoyed, "Are you so unwilling to stay with your mother for a while?"

"If you stay too long, I'll be bored, and I'll see you too." Miyano turned to look at her.

"You..." Luo Ying pointed at him.

"Let's go." Miyano said without looking back.

Pu Ling glanced at the report card, silently folded it into tofu cubes and stuffed it into her schoolbag.

Feng Han on the other side was picking his nose to check his grades, and sighed: "Puling, you say me, I think I wrote this Chinese composition quite well, why did he give me 25 points!"

"I'm not a test paper teacher." Pu Ling said.

"Hey, let's not talk about this," Feng Han approached mysteriously, "Did you know that two policemen came this morning and took Yan Ze away."

Pu Ling shook his head.

"Really, don't believe it," Feng Han eagerly shook his arm, "I'm lying on the railing, and the third-year teaching building is opposite, our eyes are real!"

"Oh." Pu Ling said.

"Why are you so meaningless?" Feng Han pursed his lips, "Boring!"

Pu Ling glanced at him, and put the lunch box into his schoolbag: "I'm going to bring lunch for Brother Yan, so I'm leaving first."

My mother is busy with the flower shop recently, and I have to inspect the purchase market and take flower art classes all morning.No one in the house did not fire, so Pu Ling still went to Miyano's house to have lunch with him.

"What is this?" When Miyano was picking up the lunch box, a piece of paper folded into tofu fell out of his schoolbag.

"It's nothing..." Pu Ling put down her chopsticks and was about to grab it.

Miyano didn't rush to open it.

"Transcript?" Miyano read in his mouth, looking down.

Pu Ling frowned, trying to cover her ears.

"98 in Chinese, 89 in mathematics, 102 in English, 76 in politics, 65 in history, 25 in geography?" Miyano raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "Puling, your grades are really bad."

"..." Pu Ling snatched the report card and stuffed it back into the school bag.

"Are you stupid or can't learn?" Miyano opened the lunch box and asked seriously while eating.

"Is there any difference between the two?" Pu Ling asked blankly.

"If you're stupid, I can understand it. If you can't learn it, it means you didn't put your mind to it." Miyano said.

Pu Ling didn't speak, just finished his meal with a few mouthfuls, threw his schoolbag on his back and wanted to leave.

"Hey, I'm serious, you work hard, don't study hard." Miyano said.

Pu Ling looked at him for a while, then nodded and hummed.

"Some people want to learn but don't have to learn." Miyano patted him on the shoulder, "Don't waste this opportunity, learn well, and you can go out later."

"What about you?" Pu Ling asked suddenly.

"What about me?" Miyano also asked.

"Don't you want to go out?" Pu Ling looked at him.

"I...I have a good life." Miyano said, pulling his collar, "It's so boring today, why is it so hot."

"It's almost October." Pu Ling said.

"Really, I'm going to take a cold shower in the yard later." Miyano smiled.

"Our school will have a National Day holiday for seven days." Pu Ling paused, "Brother Yan, can you... help me find a job, I plan to make some money during the National Day."

"You don't have any money?" Miyano said as he was about to get up to get the money.

"No," Pu Ling pressed him down, "I want to share some burden for my mother. My mother is going to open a store recently, and the expenses are quite high."

"Oh." Miyano thought for a while and said, "Then if I meet you, I will definitely tell you."

"Thank you, Brother Yan." Pu Ling said.

"What do you call me?" Miyano looked at him with a smirk, "Didn't your mother tell you to call me Brother Xiaoye..."

"Get out," Pu Ling said.

Miyano clicked his tongue: "You are really..."

"Thank you." Pu Ling interrupted him, "Thank you for Xue Xin's matter."

"Small matter." Miyano squinted at him, "I'm not used to you being so polite, brother Pu Ling."

"Can you talk nicely?" Pu Ling crumpled up the tissue after wiping her mouth and threw it towards Miyano.

"That's normal." Miyano sighed.

Pu Ling planned to take a nap before going to school.

After lying down for less than 10 minutes, the shouts and laughter of Miyano and Miyagawa came from outside the window.

He got up and leaned over to the window to watch.

The sun was shining today, Miyano was standing in the yard wearing a pair of big underpants, Ren Gonghe rushed at him with a plastic hose.

"Shampoo! Hurry up!" Miyano jumped up and down like a monkey, reaching out to Gonghe.

Gonghe smiled silly, squeezed a lump of shampoo into his palm while holding the water pipe.

"Why are you squeezing so much! Shampoo is free!" Miyano said and wiped it on his bird's nest.

Gong He took the opportunity to turn up the faucet and rushed towards his face.

"Me! Fuck!" Miyano couldn't open his eyes with his head covered in foam, and kicked him indiscriminately, "Miyahe, you are sick! I choked to death!"

Gonghe laughed while hiding: "You said you want to take a shower."

"Oh, are you bothering me? It's so noisy to take a shower!" Aunt Qin yelled impatiently as she sat at the door washing clothes in a large footbasin.

Miyano was shivering, and let Gonghe wash him clean with a hose in a daze to end the shower.

Pu Ling looked at the two of them, leaning against the window and laughing, his shoulders shaking.

Miyano turned his head and suddenly looked at him.

Pu Ling subconsciously wanted to avoid his sight, but she didn't have time.

"Aren't you here to peek at me taking a shower without taking a nap?" Miyano raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Puling!" Gong He waved at him silly and joyfully holding the water pipe, but he couldn't hold it steady, water sprayed out from the water pipe, splashing Miyano all over again.

"Go to hell!" Miyano cursed and avoided.

Miyahe ran away dejectedly holding the water pipe.

Miyano took a towel and wiped the water off his body.

The orange-yellow sunlight enveloped the entire small courtyard, and also shone on his half-naked body, outlining his muscle lines vividly and beautifully.

Miyano's skin is very fair. In fact, he doesn't have many muscles on his body, but he looks very strong.

He wiped his wet long hair, looked up at Pu Ling.

Miyano's appearance at that moment was really indescribably good-looking.

Pu Ling's Adam's apple slipped, and his palms naturally sweated.

The long summer ended with Miyano taking a shower in the yard, and it was completely over.

The author has something to say: the first part is over.

☆, 08

On the weekend before the National Day, Mom's flower shop officially opened.

Uncle Hu was setting off firecrackers and sending flower baskets for the opening, and he didn't even care about his own tailor shop next door.

"On the first day of opening, all flowers are sold at half price." Pu Ling stood at the door of the store, holding a discount leaflet and handing it out to passers-by.

"Puling." Someone called his name.

Pu Ling turned her head and saw Hu Yuan walking slowly with a fruit basket in her hand.

"I... come to congratulate Auntie." Hu Yuan whispered.

"Thank you," Pu Ling smiled, "Welcome."

Hu Yuan pinned her hair behind her ears embarrassingly, and looked into the store: "My dad is here too."

"Well, Uncle Hu and my mother have been busy here early in the morning." Pu Ling said.

"Then I'll help too." Hu Yuan said, carrying a fruit basket into the store.

Mom is wearing new clothes today, sitting on a chair in a good mood, cutting flower branches, and soaking fresh flowers in a water bottle.

Hu Yuan smiled and said something to her, and sat next to her to cut with her.

Pu Ling withdrew her gaze, and was just about to pass the leaflet to an aunt passing by, when someone stretched out her hand and snatched the leaflet away.

"You... Brother Yan?" Pu Ling looked at him, "Why are you here?"

"Is it okay if I don't come when your mother opens business?" Miyano clicked his tongue, "Don't call me, it's not loyal enough, I still find someone to cheer you on."

"Who?"

Miyano snapped his fingers, and four men in leather clothes and sunglasses walked over, the last one was dragging a stereo with wheels.

The one on the far side is Gonghe, and the other three Puling are no strangers. They are all in Miyano's small group, called Sun Henan, Zhou Yang, and some other Run.

"Puling has grown a little taller." Sun Shaonan looked at him with a smile on his waist.

Pu Ling smiled, looked at the men's team in leather clothes and asked Miyano: "So how do you plan to cheer?"

"He asked us to dance the seaweed dance at the entrance of the four stations." Yan Runte said aggrievedly, "and forced us to rehearse for a week."

Pu Ling wanted to laugh a little, but held back.

"You know fart, it's called ostentation." Miyano said.

"Then why don't you dance yourself!" Zhou Yang shouted.

"That's right." Gong He echoed in a low voice.

"Oh, don't make any noise, let's dance, hurry up, don't you guys just have a dance?" Sun Shaonan kicked Gonghe's butt, and stood in the C position of the men's team in leather clothes.

Gonghe clutched his buttocks and stood beside him.

Zhou Yang and Yan Run also stood up quickly.

"Are you ready?" Miyano squatted down and adjusted the stereo, "I'm starting to sing."

Like a seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed...

Music starts.

Miyano leaned aside, accepting the results of his guidance in the past half a week.

The four members of the men's group in leather clothes swayed their arms and twisted their waists in time with the rhythm of the music with serious faces.

Pu Ling couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out laughing.Miyano said to be more serious while turning his head to smile.

My mother, Lao Hu and Hu Yuan came over when they heard the movement, and laughed when they saw the scene.

Many passers-by stopped to watch curiously, and some even took pictures with their mobile phones.

Sun Shaonan and the others still had serious faces, and their movements were uniform.

Miyano took the opportunity to pick up the loudspeaker that he had prepared in advance and shouted: "Puqin flower shop is open! The price is fair! If you can't buy it, you won't be fooled! Everyone, come quickly..."

"Do you think it's the opening of a hypermarket?" Pu Ling smiled and took the horn and handed it to her mother.

My mother smiled and yelled into the loudspeaker: "The whole audience is half price! All are fresh flowers!"

Two little girls who looked like students walked over hand in hand, bought two pink carnations and left happily.

After a while, another gentleman with glasses came to order a bouquet of champagne roses.

Hu Yuan had never learned it before, and didn't know how to do it, so she stood quietly and looked at her mother.

"Actually, I'm just learning." My mother smiled sheepishly. "Our teacher always criticizes me."

"Learn, learn like this." Lao Hu pointed at his mother's hand and sighed.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. My son put on hand cream last night." My mother skillfully cut off the thorns on the roses, and put the roses in a gift box.

"Are you satisfied, Master Gong!" Sun Shaonan gasped.

Miyano nodded and said, "It's okay."

Pu Ling carried a few bottles of water and distributed them to them one by one.

"Here, Mr. Gong." Pu Ling said.

Miyano smiled and took the water.

"Why does he have water to drink? He didn't move!" Zhou Yang said unconvinced.

"Why didn't I move, I'm in command." Miyano said.

"I'll treat you to dinner at noon." Pu Ling said.

"Hot pot!" Gong He and Yan Run raised their hands at the same time.

"No problem." Pu Ling smiled.

The taste and service of the hot pot restaurant I ate last time were pretty good, so this time I went to the same one.

A few people booked a private room and ordered two pots, one thick soup and one spicy.

"Why do you keep in good health and order soup?" Sun Shaonan asked Miyano while holding the menu.

"Aren't these two kids here?" Miyano clicked while playing with his phone.

"I can eat spicy food." Pu Ling said.

"I can too." Gong He agreed.

"You two are in adolescence, eat less spicy food, and you are prone to acne." Miyano said.

"Wouldn't Gonghe have pimples if he didn't eat it?" Sun Shaonan sneered ruthlessly.

"What are you talking about, whoever has pimples on his face can only have five or six pimples?" Gong He glared at him.

"Eat more, grow taller." Miyano patted his head.

"How tall is Pu Ling?" Yan Run asked.

Pu Ling put down her chopsticks and took a sip of water: "1.7 meters six."

"Not bad, I can catch up with your Brother Yan next year." Zhou Yang laughed.

Miyano [-] is considered the tallest among this group of people.

Moreover, he has a good body proportion, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Even if he wears a ragged T-shirt and overalls all day long, he will not look sloppy. He is born with a clothes hanger and has a good face. A girl came to give him a note, a love letter and a gift.

After a few years, there were suddenly fewer love letters stuffed with notes, and in a few years, none of them disappeared.

People who live here know that Miyano is not interested in girls, but he likes boys.

Pu Ling couldn't remember exactly why everyone knew about it, but he still remembered Miyano's liking for men.

"What are you thinking? I don't eat the food when it's cooked."

Someone put a piece of hairy belly in his bowl.

Pu Ling raised his eyes, Miyano was looking at him and smiling, his lips looked bright red from eating spicy food, making his face even whiter.

Gee.

Pu Ling frowned, and turned her face away.

After eating the hot pot, everyone dispersed.

Pu Ling has to go back to the flower shop to help, and Miyano has to go home and sleep.

The two stopped by and walked back together.

Pu Ling didn't really want to talk to Miyano at the moment, nor did he want to see him, and he didn't know why.

It's annoying anyway.

Looking at Miyano's face, it was annoying.

Seeing Miyano smiling at him was annoying.

Don't read it, it's annoying.

Pu Ling was so annoyed that he walked away very quickly.

"What are you doing, taking a walk after dinner is like a walking race." Miyano came up with a cigarette in his mouth and put his arm on his shoulder.

Pu Ling didn't speak, and turned her head away: "Xiashi."

"Didn't you say you were looking for a job a few days ago?" Miyano flicked the cigarette ash with his fingertips, "I have one here, why?"

"Go ahead." Pu Ling immediately looked at him and said.

Miyano laughed: "I haven't even said what it is, you are not afraid that I will sell you?"

"You won't." Pu Ling also smiled.

"The work is relatively easy. A relative of Sun Shaonan plans to open a supplementary school and needs someone to distribute leaflets to promote it. The salary is negotiable." Miyano said, "The main thing is to use the time after school and vacation, and it will not delay your study."

"How can I delay my studies?" Pu Ling hurriedly said, "I can do it."

"My child, I think you are very eager to make money." Miyano pinched his cigarette and squinted at him, "Why don't you come to my house to cook for me and clean up the house? I will give you money every month." 1000 RMB."

"No." Pu Ling said.

"Okay," Miyano clicked his tongue, "I'll give you the phone number of that person tonight, and you can come to the door tomorrow for an interview, and you can start after the interview."

"Is there an interview after handing out flyers?" Pu Ling asked.

"Of course, I have to introduce you to the supervisor of a certain area, so you can only be paid in that area, and there will be no salary if you can't finish it." Miyano said, looked at him and asked, "Are you afraid? ?”

"You still treat me like a child?" Pu Ling gave him a sideways glance, "I can't finish distributing flyers."

Miyano sighed: "The main thing is that your grades are too shitty. If you want to get better grades, I will put you in a tutoring institution as a teacher."

"It's not rare, I know my own strength," Pu Ling said, "It's good for a scumbag to rely on his strength to make a living."

Miyano gave him a thumbs up.

The next day Puling woke up early and took a bus to the city center.

The place of the interview is in a community, which looks like the place where the boss of the agency lives.

Pu Ling took the elevator up, found the house with the corresponding house number, and knocked on the door.

The boss is a well-mannered fat man, open the door for him.

"Yo, it's early, young man."

"Hello." Pu Ling said, "Yes, what is the interview?"

The boss smiled and shook hands with him: "My surname is Zhong, just call me Brother Zhong."

"Brother Zhong." Pu Ling nodded.

"There's no need for an interview, it's just a flyer. A remedial institution needs fame and students in the early stage." Brother Zhong lit a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll call the supervisor, she will come to pick up the job later. You go to the place where you want to distribute leaflets, and you can ask her for your salary when the time comes."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Zhong." Pu Ling said.

After sitting for a while, several people came to ask Brother Zhong for work.

Pu Ling listened quietly, a little sleepy, sitting on the sidelines and yawning.

After another ten minutes, the supervisor came. She was an aunt with a kind face and her surname was Mao.

Aunt Mao smiled at him, and took out a thick stack of leaflets from her briefcase to him: "This is your task until noon today, a total of 840."

There was also a girl who looked like a student with Pu Ling. While Aunt Mao was talking to Brother Zhong, she touched his schoolbag and said with a smile, "You and I are colleagues."

Sending out flyers is the same thing.

Pu Ling thought, and perfunctorily twitched the corner of his mouth.

Fall admissions.

Let your child win at the starting line.

Pu Ling glanced at the big colorful characters on the leaflet, unscrewed the mineral water in his hand and took a sip.

"Hey, why don't you post it?" Xiao Xiao ran over and patted him on the shoulder.

Xiao Xiao is the girl just now.

"I have sent more than 100 copies." Xiao Xiao said.

"Is this useful?" Pu Ling was a little puzzled, "I think some of them just took it and stuffed it in the trash can."

"Whether it exists or not, you still worry about it." Xiao Xiao laughed, "You just need to complete your task. Whether the effect is good or not is not affecting you, but the supervisor."

"Why?" Pu Ling asked.

"If it doesn't work, Brother Zhong won't ask her to be a supervisor next time and find someone else." Xiao Xiao glanced at Aunt Mao who was sitting on a bench not far from the square and playing with her mobile phone.

"Oh." Pu Ling said, and handed the flyer to a middle-aged man who was walking by while talking on the phone.

The middle-aged man pushed his arm away impatiently.

"Hey, why is this person like this!" Xiao Xiao frowned, "If you don't want it, then don't, why push him!"

"Forget it." Pu Ling said.

"This society is somewhat cruel and unreasonable," Xiao Xiao sighed, and patted him on the shoulder maturely, "Be patient."

"You are very experienced." Pu Ling smiled.

"So you know how to laugh!" Xiao Xiao also laughed, his eyes narrowed when he smiled, "I thought you had a poker face, you look pretty when you smile."

"Distribute your leaflets." Pu Ling clicked his tongue.

After walking back and forth in the fixed square all morning, there was still a small stack of orders that had not been sent out.

The main reason is that there are not so many people today, and fewer people are willing to accept leaflets.

Pu Ling was too embarrassed to force it to others, only an old man walked back and forth tremblingly in front of him twice, but Pu Ling stuffed four cards in a row.

......

My knee hurts a bit, and so does my heel.

Pu Ling sighed softly, and insisted with Xiao Xiao to send out the list.

"Good boy, quite capable." Aunt Mao stood up, took out a 50 yuan sheet from her bag, and handed it to him.

Pu Ling froze for a moment: "Fifty?"

"That's right, young man, this is calculated by the hour, eight yuan an hour, and includes your lunch." Aunt Mao said.

"Let's do it." Pu Ling said.

"Auntie, auntie, I have more than him, I have seven hours." Xiao Xiao said quickly beside him.

Aunt Mao looked up at her.

"Really, I'm counting!" Xiao Xiao was anxious.

"Okay." Aunt Mao frowned and gave her 60 yuan.

"Thank you, auntie!" Xiao Xiao grinned silly.

Pu Ling walked back slowly with her schoolbag on her back.

The city center is not far from home, and it is not close, but it costs two yuan to take the bus. He only earned fifty dollars a day today, and it is not worthwhile to spend two yuan.

He stuffed earphones into his ears and walked along the road while listening to music.

It was a bit chilly at night in early autumn, so Pu Ling pulled the sleeves of his coat and hid his hands inside.

When there were two or three stops away from home, Pu Ling stopped and looked at the convenience store across the road.

There is a recruitment notice posted at the entrance of the convenience store:

We are specially looking for a clerk, from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening, good grooming, patience and meticulous, salary negotiable, interested parties come into the store for consultation or call......

Pu Ling didn't even finish reading, and ran in directly.

The boss was sitting at the cashier counter playing with his mobile phone. When he looked up and saw him, he was startled and thought he had come in to rob.

"You you you!" The boss pointed at him.

"I," Pu Ling took a breath and smiled, "I'm here for an interview."

☆, 09

Miyano bit his cigarette, the gas mask crooked on his neck.

He tore off the tattered bag he was wearing across his body and threw it at his feet, took some cans of spray paint from it, and went upstairs.

This is a great place.

It was a good place I accidentally discovered when I was here last time to beat those bastards of Xue Xin.

No one lives there, and the walls are mostly smooth except for a little yellowing.

Miyano pinched a cigarette and threw it on the steps of the stairs, put on his mask, shook the can in his hand a few times, and found a random wall.

The dark blue paint floated out like a mist and sprinkled on the walls.

The nozzle was the thinnest SkinnyCaps. He tilted his head for a while and decided to change the nozzle to a medium size next time.

Miyano scribbled a few strokes and scribbled a woman outlined in dark blue lines.

Paint it out again, and paint something else again.

a small plane.

a little pig.

A chicken with three feathers on its head.

After playing for a while, he took out the manuscript from his pocket and began to read it carefully.

The manuscript was drawn for less than half a month, and several stacks of paper were wasted.

Miyano looked at the manuscript in his hand, and slid his fingertips over the place where the bright red and dark blue collided on the paper.

universe.

He gave the name of the manuscript.

Miyano narrowed his eyes slightly like a cat, and looked up at the wall he had scribbled on for a long time.

After a long while, he shoved the manuscript back into his pocket and began to work.

When inspiration comes, Miyano can close his eyes and ears, seeing and hearing nothing except the wall in front of him.

He stretched out his arms to outline the initial shape of the manuscript with a nozzle, and swayed back and forth in front of the wall.

Sweating all over from the heat, he freed up another hand to take off his short sleeves.

Most of the walls were completed, Miyano stopped to smoke a cigarette, and leaned against the railing of the stairs to rest.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off his head, only to realize that there was paint on his hand.

"Fuck." Miyano sighed, picked up the short sleeves crumpled up on the ground and wiped his hands, took out the phone and opened the front to look at his face.

There was a bluish-gray patch on his forehead, and those who didn't know it thought it was a bruise.

He frowned, turned the camera around, and took a picture of the wall.

The recent weather is no longer suitable for taking a cold shower in the yard with a tap water pipe.

Pu Ling took a towel and went out with the bath basket.

Go out from the back door of the courtyard, turn a telephone pole, and walk a few tens of meters to see Brother Wang Bathing Center. It is a small and old bathhouse, but the water is very hot, and it costs five yuan for a bath.

Pu Ling opened the door and went in. After paying the money, she went to the dressing room to undress.

The locker room is also old, and the rows of safes are faded.Pu Ling stuffed all the clothes into the safe, and went to the bathhouse wearing only a pair of underwear.

There were not many people in the bathhouse, and there was a hot air mixed with the smell of shampoo and shower gel, which made people unable to open their eyes.

Pu Ling found a vacant shower seat in the corner, turned on the faucet, and scalding hot water rushed down, drenching him thoroughly.

"Bathing? Three yuan a time." An old man in a red vest came over and asked with a smile.

Pu Ling wiped her face and shook her head at him.

The uncle went away to ask others.

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