Ah Heng looked at the few customers sitting in the shop and was so bored that he wanted to swat away the mosquitoes with a fly swatter.
The shop manager was a middle-aged woman whose child had been admitted to university. Having nothing to do at home, she opened the bakery. Because Aheng was about the same age as her child, she received a lot of help from her.
Ah Heng said, "Auntie, let's do some reforms. Let's double the size of the shop, install ten or eight warming cabinets, and then hire a top-notch baker to make lots of delicious bread and earn lots of money. Then, Auntie, you can give me two extra dollars every hour."
The auntie was envious; it's so wonderful that young people can dream.
Ah Heng = =.
Near the end of the workday, a young couple complained that the mousse cake wasn't fresh and the color didn't look right.
Actually, this situation is basically impossible. The bakery only has a lonely warming cabinet, but it broke down recently. Basically, they make no more than twenty mousse cakes a day. If they sell out, fine; if they don't, they all end up in Ah Heng's stomach.
She knows best whether something is fresh or not.
Ah Heng was ordered to investigate the situation. He stared at the cake for a long time and found the color rather odd. The pale yellow cake had an extra patch of scarlet red about the size of a cup lid.
He glanced up at the young couple and chuckled, "Miss, do you think this is the color of your lipstick?"
Miss Ren was displeased and slammed her hand on the table—"I'm using L'Oreal lip gloss, a designer brand, it definitely won't fade!"
The man said sarcastically, "Forget it, why bother talking to her about L'Oréal? Dressed like that, does she even know what L'Oréal is?"
Ah Heng looked down at the white T-shirt, jeans, and work apron that the bakery auntie had made for her when she bought them on sale. She turned back and smiled, “Auntie, he said the clothes you made aren’t nice.”
The aunt was originally reserved and elegant, and did not want to lower herself to the level of ordinary people, but she hated nothing more than people saying that her needlework and cooking skills were not good. Since these two people both had these flaws, how could she not be furious? She launched into a tirade of vulgar and obscene language, which made the young couple run away with their heads in their hands.
Then, the other guests were also scared away.
The aunt tossed her curly hair, exuding an air of great pride—"Little Wen, I've had my fill of scolding today. Now, close the door and go home."
Ah Heng looked at his watch; it was 9:30, half an hour early, and he was overjoyed.
Gu Feibai bought a basket of beef shumai and a basket of oil and sugar shumai from the shumai shop near the school gate. Every time he saw this shumai shop, he would stare at it from one end to the other and then say coldly and disdainfully, "It's unhygienic."
Actually, what Ah Heng wanted to say was that if he didn't want to eat it, he didn't need to go through all this trouble.
Then, after delivering it to the lab, Gu Feibai's work was mostly finished. Seeing the steaming shumai, he once again remarked that it was unhygienic, and stared at the bag with his haughty and indifferent eyes for a long time.
Ah Heng smiled.
"Eat up. I asked the owner, and the filling was just made this afternoon, so it should be fine." Aheng handed him the bag, then glanced at her watch and smiled, "The dorm lights are about to go out, I'll head back first, you should go home early too."
Turning around, Gu Feibai grabbed the hem of her clothes.
"Wait a moment." Gu Feibai, unusually proactive, took out a handful of candy from his white coat pocket. "Give me your hand."
Ah Heng obediently stretched out her hand.
"Professor Zhang's family received a granddaughter today, and they gave out wedding candies. I'm allergic to alcohol, so you can take them," Gu Feibai explained casually, placing the candy in her palm with a rare smile on his lips.
Ah Heng looked closely and realized it was a liquor-filled candy.
Her face flushed slightly, and she spoke softly, "I will finish it."
Solemnly, gently.
**********************Divider**************************
Yan hope, wearing a headset and a light pink T-shirt, gently pointed to her ear with her slender finger. The person in the monitoring room behind the glass door understood and slightly turned up the volume.
"DJ YAN, are you still listening?" A timid and sorrowful female voice came through the headphones.
“Ms. Lin, I’m listening.” Yan hope said calmly, “You said you failed the college entrance exam three times, your parents are extremely disappointed in you, and you yourself don’t have the courage to live anymore, and you want to jump off a building, is that right?”
“You may not know, yes, I mean, DJ YAN seems to be doing very well. I once saw an interview with you on TV. You are young, handsome, and quick-witted. You probably don’t understand my pain. The college entrance exam was just the trigger. What makes me more uneasy is that I find myself becoming more and more transparent. Looking around, I always have the illusion that the whole world can’t see me. I can’t find my own value.”
"Is living so sorrowful that it's beyond words, that even courage has vanished?" Yan hope asked her softly.
"Yes," the woman said, her voice trembling.
"Then jump," the boy said calmly, head bowed.
The director next to him got anxious, jumping up and down and gesturing to Yan hope.
Yan hope looked up, put her finger to her lips, smiled slightly, and gestured for him to be quiet.
On the other end of the phone, the woman spoke sadly, "Even DJ Yan thinks someone like me is a coward, scum, a burden on society, right?"
"Whether you stay or leave, live or die, it's just a choice you make, and I have no right to interfere." The boy's tone was calm, yet his words carried a chilling indifference—"Perhaps, only by jumping from a high place can you feel your hatred for the whole world be revealed, and only then can your soul be redeemed. Your father and mother are the people who should be condemned most in the world. They gave birth to you, but after you failed your college entrance exam, they couldn't continue to love you selflessly as before. They only thought about how to drive you to your death, and then feel better when they are old and lonely, isn't that right?"
The other person's voice suddenly turned shrill—"What makes you think they love me?! What makes you think they'll have a miserable old age if I die?! The way they look at me makes me feel like I shouldn't even exist in this world! I'd rather fall off this building myself, neither alive nor dead, so they'll regret it for the rest of their lives!"
Yan hope smiled – “Yes, and then they will continue to support you for the rest of your life.”
The woman was stunned. After a long while, she choked up and said, "What makes you say that? What makes you think you have the right to say that?"
Yan hope spoke calmly, "Do you think the whole world can't see you?"
"Why?"
"If I hadn't received so much love from them, if I hadn't felt like I was the center of the world, how could I be so heartbroken?"
"But it's no use, they won't believe me anymore, they won't love me anymore." The woman sobbed softly, her hands supporting her face.
"Miss Lin, do you think it's so difficult to love you all this time?" Yan hope gently rubbed his temples and chuckled softly—"Why can't I trust them?"
"Or, if you feel that this love is too difficult and unbearable, you might as well choose an impeccable opportunity to start over."
The woman finally burst into tears, and the storm passed.
She said, "DJ YAN, I want to continue to love my mom and dad. I want to continue."
Yan hope was stunned for a moment, then smiled, his sharp eyes softening.
He said, "You are very brave and remarkable."
The show finally ended, and Yan hope was drinking water like crazy with his cup in his hand. When he looked up, he saw someone gently tapping on the glass in front of him outside the window.
It is land flow.
He laughed. "Yan hope, you're really good at fooling people. What do you really know about love?"
Yan hope shrugged. "I'd like to persuade her to experience what it's like to jump off a building, so she'll never dare to kick those two words again in her next life. The problem is, the radio station won't allow it; they're docking my pay, which is going to cause trouble."
Lu Liu was dressed in light blue casual clothes. He lacked his usual maturity and precociousness, but his face showed the refreshing and clean look of a young man.
He said, "Come on, Yanxi, I'll treat you to dinner." Yesterday, I was discussing business with a client at a French restaurant; the ribs there were quite good.
Yan hope said, "Wait for me," then dashed to the next office, praising the backstage staff with spittle flying everywhere. "Hey, sister, you look so beautiful today! You look radiant! Did Little Grey bother you? It's so naughty! If it bullied you, I'll pat it on the back!"
He charmed a group of office ladies, who beamed with joy. "No, no, Little Grey is really well-behaved and hasn't bothered us at all," they said. They handed him the dog basket and also gave him a few packets of dried meat sauce.
Lu Liu laughed, "Yan hope, you're really something. You treat the office like your home, and you even hired a beautiful nanny for your dog. Can't you just leave it at home? I remember you're allergic to dog hair. When did you become a dog lover?"
Yan hope said I was trying to create the image of a good man who loves dogs, but the dog was just a prop. Didn't you realize that?
Little Gray looked aggrieved and whimpered. Yan hope stared at it with his big eyes for a long time, and then the little towel shrank back into the basket.
During the meal, Yan hope wolfed down his food, getting sauce all over his mouth, which made Lu Liu laugh.
Yan hope, you still look exactly the same as when you were a child. I've been gone for three years and you haven't changed at all.
Yan hope spat out the bone, picked it up with his fingers, and tossed it to Xiao Hui. He didn't answer the man, his smile forced and insincere.
Lu Liu, these ribs are really not good. Your taste has really declined a lot.
Lu Liu lowered his head, took a small bite, savoring the meaty aroma on his tongue, and smiled faintly.
There's nothing wrong with Yan hope.
Yan hope raised an eyebrow. The sauce was too strong, the meat was too raw, the mint leaves were overpowering the flavor, and the plate was too small.
Lu Liu glanced at him indifferently and said, "The ribs you usually eat are too cheap."
Chapter 62
Chapter 62
Chapter 3
Yu Wuying, the dormitory head of dormitory 208, ran to the toilet in the middle of the night in a daze, only to find that the desk lamp in the corner was still on.
Upon seeing that it was Aheng, he lay on the thick medical book, his eyes slightly closed, muttering to himself.
Wuying smiled and tiptoed over, only to hear a soft, sweet voice.
"Salivary amylase, starch, maltose, parotid gland, submandibular gland, sublingual gland, pharynx, esophagus, stomach, small intestine, large intestine, residue, feces."
Then, the sound was repeated twice, but when she opened her eyes, she was gently covered. Ah Heng sniffed and smelled Wu Ying's scent. She smiled, gently hugged her, and spoke very softly.
"Sister, falling from upstairs, there's no wind, no freedom, no beauty, only uncontrolled excrement and brain splattering."
Wuying laughed at Aheng, "You've gone stupid from memorizing so much."
Ah Heng said that DJ Yan dissuaded a girl from jumping off a building today. I just want to say that if DJ Yan knew medical principles, he definitely wouldn't have to say so much nonsense. You don't know, his tongue was almost tied in knots = =.
Wuying Wuyu, can you please stop hanging out with Xiao Wu? You're glued to the radio all day, acting like a fan, adding him to fan clubs, blindly brainless to the extreme. Don't you see that man is desperate for fame, doing interviews and walking the runway all day, wanting to flaunt himself in front of the whole world every day?
Ah Heng (TOT) nodded, "Big sister, your summary is so insightful! He never misses an opportunity to expose himself. Even that fleeting appearance in the sanitary napkin commercial, the one with Yueyue Shu, made that random passerby look like that idiot. We fans felt so embarrassed, it was such a rare and awkward moment!"
Wuying said, "Then why are you two still sitting in front of the radio every day, looking at this pathetic person?"
Ah Heng yawned softly, everyone said he was a fan.
Wuying laughed, "This is contradictory. What fan would talk badly about their idol all day long?"
Ah Heng closed the book, collapsed onto the lower bunk, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled something. "I'm the kind of fan who pretends not to know DJ YAN in front of others, but I always find out quickly what he's done and then despise him."
Unseen twitching, are you sure you're not his enemy?
Ah Heng raised her little face and said, "No, I love him. He's the one I love most in this world."
Wuying grabbed my hair, climbed into my bed, and looked down on me. You're kidding me! Yesterday in Party class you said you loved [censored] the most, and now you've turned into a different person. The Party would be heartbroken if they knew.
Ah Heng = =.
Finally, with steady breathing and the carefree chirping of cicadas outside the window, I drifted off to sleep.
Good night, no dreams.
By the end of September, there were far fewer freshmen and younger students who used to crowd around the gate of the campus, chattering and looking at them with adoration. I suddenly felt a little lonely. Then I remembered last year, when I was probably the same way, spinning around like a top, running all over the campus in a chaotic mess.
Back then, just like now, the sunset was bright, and the wind was barely noticeable.