I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan was not in personal danger, and was even quite safe. Although Song Qichen didn't understand what was going on, he felt relieved.

He began to think about part-time work.

For ordinary students, summer vacation is nothing more than relaxing, traveling and playing games, and the more tragic one is going to various cram schools to accept the devastation.However, Song Qichen is not an ordinary student, he is someone whose father doesn't love his mother... little poor boy.

Although his parents, who have always disliked him, sent regular maintenance money to his grandma every month, Song Qichen now has no worries about food and clothing, but there is no guarantee that they will not care about him at all one day.

Song Qichen had never had this kind of thought before, and it was not until he was forced to drop out of school and transferred to No. [-] Middle School that he felt some sense of crisis.

What should I do in the future, where to live, what to do, how to live, these questions that I have never thought about once I seriously think about it, I will panic.

He can't live by fighting all the time, and he is almost an adult, so no one can say for sure what will happen to him after that.

So Song Qichen decided to save some money for the future.

It's just this job, where do you start?

Song Qichen wandered aimlessly on the small road, looking for any job advertisements, but he couldn't find a suitable one all morning, so he came to the vicinity of No. [-] Middle School before he knew it.

During the holidays, the entire campus was silent.

I don't know what happened to those people before.Mr. Liu often contacted him to chat about trivial matters in study and life.Since I met Meng Fan with Du Yan last time, I haven't seen him. He should have returned to school. I don't know if Wu Hao will trouble him again.Song Qichen looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar campus in front of him, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

He stood at the school gate for a while, feeling a little hot and irritable, the sun at noon in July was really strong.

Song Qichen decided to eat pies.

Because it was a holiday, the most important customers near the No. [-] Middle School were not there, and there were not many people on the usually most smoky side street, which looked like a still painting under the sun.

Even in the most popular pie shop, it seemed a little deserted because the air conditioner was fully turned on.

Song Qichen felt that his soul had been sublimated when he lifted the curtain and entered.

Sure enough, in summer, you should stay in an air-conditioned room, eat, drink, sleep, and sleep in a daze. If you have nothing to do, look for a job, tsk.

Song Qichen went to checkout with two mushroom beef patties and a few other fillings as usual, but accidentally found the four characters "Recruiting part-time job" next to the cash register.

"Are you recruiting part-time jobs?" Song Qichen asked.

"Yes." The young lady behind the cashier smiled.

"Oh, are you looking for a summer job?" Song Qichen asked.

"Recruited, is my little brother interested?"

"Well," Song Qichen nodded, "Do you have any requirements?"

"There are no specific requirements, as long as you can walk and talk, we will hire waiters."

"Waiter?" Song Qichen was taken aback for a moment, never expecting a pie shop to need a waiter.

"It's not here, it's just a branch." Seeing what Song Qichen was thinking, the cashier lady explained with a smile, "Our main restaurant is a serious restaurant."

"That's it." Song Qichen smiled embarrassedly.

"If you're interested, I'll call our boss and ask."

"Okay, thank you." Song Qichen said.

"It's okay, just wait a minute."

Song Qichen ate the pie while waiting for the cashier lady to call, and the result came within a short while.

"Our boss happens to come over in half an hour, so you can go to the main store with him to have a look."

"Okay, thank you." Song Qichen said.

The cashier lady blinked at him, then returned to the cashier and lowered her head to work.

Half an hour later, a man who looked quite young entered the store.

Song Qichen stood up quickly, he had no experience dealing with his immediate boss.

"Hi, boss." The cashier lady greeted the man with a smile.

"It's hard work," the man smiled and nodded, looking at Song Qichen, "Are you a handsome guy who wants to work?"

"Ah..." Song Qichen squeezed his fingers, "Yes."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not calling you for an interview," the man said, "What's your name?"

"Song Qichen."

"Xiao Song," the man came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Just call me Brother Zhang."

"Brother Zhang."

"Come over with me?"

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

The main store is not far from Song Qichen's home, it's on the first floor of the shopping center in the west of the city. It can be said that the shopping center is the busiest in the west of the city except for the vicinity of No. [-] Middle School.

It's just that I didn't expect that the main restaurant, as a serious restaurant that sells everything, is actually called "A Pie Shop". How obsessed is this owner with pies...

"We used to start out making pies," Brother Zhang glanced at him, "We only developed catering after we got bigger."

"Oh." Song Qichen nodded awkwardly.

"come in."

Brother Zhang took Song Qichen to visit the front desk and the back kitchen. After signing a part-time contract, he handed him over to the foreman, and went back to the office to sleep.

The foreman gave Song Qichen a simple employee training, explained the work tasks, explained some problems that need attention, and brought him the waiter's overalls.

The overalls are a white shirt, black trousers and a black vest, with a black bow tie, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bartender's uniform...

Song Qichen changed his clothes, closed the door under the eager eyes of the waiters and sisters, and changed them again.

What is this inexplicable sense of shame...

Song Qichen carried his clothes and kept building himself mentally. Anyway, no one here knew him, so it didn't matter, it didn't matter.

Going to work tomorrow, Song Qichen will be an earner from tomorrow on!

Du Guofeng was probably very angry this time, so he left the dozen or so bodyguards to guard Du Yan, four of them blocked the door, and the rest wandered around under the windows.

In the first two days, Du Guofeng would personally deliver meals to Du Yan, but after Du Yan threw the bowl in front of him, he was replaced by a nanny.After all, Du Guofeng was also the boss of the company, so he couldn't stay at home and guard him all day, so he left Du's house after instructing the bodyguards a few words.

Du Yan has been thinking about how to go out, and negotiated with the bodyguards for several days to no avail. Every time he opened the door, there were those expressionless faces and a cold sentence "Master, please come back". For the first time, Du Yan felt that Song Qichen The ice face is so warm.It was useless for Du Qingqing to say good things to her father, the phone was broken and Song Qichen and the others couldn't be contacted, Du Yan's head grew dizzy from depression.

After being imprisoned for a week, Du Yan finally couldn't take it anymore, and his anger had accumulated to the highest level—since it was useless to talk about it, he decided to force his way in.

Taking advantage of the lunch break when the bodyguards in the yard downstairs were changing shifts at noon, Du Yan jumped out of the window.

Jumping down from the second floor made a lot of noise, and the bodyguard quickly noticed this side.Du Yan slowed down, and quickly ran out of the yard before being surrounded.

"Master, please don't make things difficult for us!" The leading man shouted while chasing after him.

"You're short!" Du Yan shouted, running forward without looking back.

Du Yan ran all the way, followed by the bodyguards.Fortunately, these bodyguards didn't wear all black and sunglasses like in the movie, otherwise Du Yan would probably be in the headlines tomorrow.

Du Yan walked them for a few streets and still didn't get rid of them. In desperation, he jumped into a taxi and slammed the door, "Go to the west of the city!"

The uncle driver was startled when he saw him like this, and drove out tremblingly.

Du Yan looked back and saw that the leader was already on the phone, probably calling for a taxi.

Du Yan was startled, and immediately turned his head and shouted to the driver: "Hurry up!"

"Oh!" The uncle driver was startled again, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

After a few minutes, Du Yan finally calmed down, and he remembered a very important thing.

"That..." Du Yan touched the only two yuan coin in his trousers pocket, "Can I... credit it?"

Uncle driver: "?"

So Du Yan was thrown out of the car.

"Hey Uncle," Du Yan was still struggling, "Is it true that I can't get credit? I'm writing an IOU? Hey!"

The uncle driver snorted coldly, slammed the door of the car coldly and walked away, the exhaust fumes sprayed Du Yan all over his face.

Du Yan: "...Unfeeling."

Helpless, Young Master Du could only hold two coins and take the bus to the west of the city bitterly.

He felt that he might not have arrived earlier than those bodyguards.

Song Qichen worked in a pie shop for two days and was basically familiar with the daily workflow.

In addition to completing work tasks, Song Qichen also set a new high for the store's customer flow by relying on his heaven-defying appearance.

May I ask, is there anyone in this world who can refuse to subdue a handsome guy from the abstinence department?

No!

So on the third day, under the coercion and temptation of the boss, Song Qichen put on flat gold-rimmed glasses.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there were only two or three customers still eating in the restaurant, and Song Qichen was lost in thought while cleaning the table.

Why hasn't there been any news from Du Yan? It's been a week, right?

It's been too long, why don't you ask Du Qingqing where his house is and go directly to rescue her...

Song Qichen frowned, not noticing a guest who opened the door behind him.

Du Yan jumped off the bus at an unfamiliar place, he had never been to this place before, and he got off after hearing "West of the City" on the bus.But looking at the four big characters of the shopping center, it should be a place with a lot of faces in the west of the city.

At least there must be a place where he can eat on credit.

Du Yan walked around the first floor of the shopping mall, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a "one pie shop".

"Waiter!" Du Yan opened the door and went in, sat down at the table closest to the door, and stretched out his hand to greet the waiter.

Song Qichen was taken aback for a moment, the sound sounded familiar.He turned his head suddenly, and saw Du Yan sitting there like a refugee fleeing.

Song Qichen walked up to him in shock, "Why are you here?"

Du Yan was looking at the menu, and raised his head in shock when he heard his words, "Damn it, why are you here?"

"..." Song Qichen stared at him, opened his mouth and said nothing.

"I'm here...for dinner," Du Yan also stared at him, "Are you...working?"

"...Ah," Song Qichen responded after a long time, "What do you eat?"

"Well," Du Yan pinched the menu, "Can I get credit?"

"Huh?" Song Qichen was a little confused.

"That's right, that," Du Yan said with difficulty, "I... ran away without any money."

"Oh," Song Qichen nodded, "I invite you."

Song Qichen thought for a while, and added: "The mutton noodle soup here is quite delicious."

"Okay, let's have one." Du Yan waved his hand, "Is there any pancake? Mushroom and beef."

"I'm not sure, I'll go and have a look." Song Qichen put away the menu, and wrote down the mutton noodle soup and beef patties with mushrooms in a small notebook.

Song Qichen quickly brought over the noodles and some pies.

"The beef patties are gone," Song Qichen poured him a glass of water, "there's only chicken left, what can you do?"

"Okay," Du Yan quickly picked up a cake and gnawed on it, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat," Song Qichen sat down opposite him, and frowned at Du Yan's wolfish appearance, "How long have you been hungry?"

"Ah?" Du Yan bit the cake in surprise, then laughed and swallowed the food with difficulty, "No, I didn't eat at noon."

Du Yan's face turned red from eating a cake, Song Qichen couldn't stand it anymore, and handed him water, "Why did you come here?"

Du Yan drank some water to relieve himself, then picked up his chopsticks and threw himself at the bowl of mutton noodles, "Aren't I falling out with my family? My dad locked me up for a week, and today I finally took the opportunity ran out."

Du Yan gulped a big mouthful of noodles, and said vaguely, "I'm so fucking inhuman. More than a dozen bodyguards chased me all over the street. Fuck."

"Eat slowly," Song Qichen poured him another glass of water, "The wound on your face... they beat you?"

"What injury?" Du Yan looked up at him in the midst of his busy schedule.

"On the face, at the corner of the eye." Song Qichen pointed.

"Oh," Du Yan continued to eat the noodles with his head down, not paying attention, "No, it was my father's fault, and we got into a fight."

"Did you smash it?" Song Qichen frowned, "Your dad smashed you?"

"Ah, I smashed it with the chair leg," Du Yan thought about it, and laughed, "I smashed him too, take whatever you want, you didn't see how chaotic the scene was, hey!"

"... Oh." Song Qichen nodded, he was still in shock and didn't know what to say.

For a while, there was only the sound of Du Yan snorting noodles in the shop.

"Hi." After eating a large bowl of extra mutton noodles and four chicken pies, Du Yan finally burped in satisfaction and collapsed on the chair.

Song Qichen cleaned up the mess on the table, and sat face to face with Du Yan in a daze.

The two teenagers looked at each other speechlessly, both feeling a little psychedelic.

"Are you working here as a summer job?" Du Yan was the first to break the silence.

"En." Song Qichen responded.

"Are you short-sighted?" Du Yan asked, and only then did he notice the gold-rimmed glasses on Song Qichen's face.

"No," Song Qichen smiled, "They say they look good on the clothes and attract customers."

"Oh, it's pretty good-looking," Du Yan laughed for a long time, then slumped on the chair and rubbed his stomach, "Hey, is your store still hiring?"

The author has something to say: "Dream Derivation" in the new pit next door is being updated, and the horror of sand sculptures is opening to the imagination. Welcome to the pit~

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