river bank, river bank

"Remember to come on Wednesday, the previous doctor is back, and now she takes care of all the patients in Dr. Jiang's hands."

Bai San nodded obediently.

After a meal, Shan Jia also let out a sigh of relief, and returned to the dentistry with a small leather bag.

Baisan is slow to walk and eat, and it is not fast to drop the spoon and put it in the mouth, like a movie slowed down twice.He needs to chew many times in one mouthful. Usually, when others finish a bowl of porridge, he will finish half a bowl of porridge slowly.

When I had dinner with Lin Guangyin before, Lin Guangyin always finished eating first, and I had to wait for him for a long time.

Anyway, there is a lot of time, so there is no rush.

He put on the earphones and listened to the audio of a high school teacher's public class, a mouthful of bean paste buns, a mouthful of vegetable porridge, a mouthful of bean paste buns, and a mouthful of vegetable porridge... The distribution was well organized and organized.

Half an hour later, Bai San rubbed his bulging stomach and stood up satisfied.

The cafeteria was empty, and three or four aunts at the window packed up the leftover food, taking their time.He also ordered a custard bun and a purple sweet potato bun, and took them away for today's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.

When he got home, he took a nap for less than 10 minutes, and began to prepare for the afternoon interview. He changed into white clothes and black pants, brought an ordinary resume, and checked the route on the map.

An independently designed men's clothing studio, recruiting models, with an hourly salary, the main job is posing for photography and shooting.

Bai San has never been in contact with these things. He has very little experience in taking pictures since he was a child in Dalian. There are no birthday photos, no life photos, and self-portraits are even impossible.

The only junior high school graduation photo is also a group photo full of NO.60 people, which is not worth mentioning.

Because of his lack of experience, he was nervous, and the closer he got to the studio, the more regretful he felt.

When he finished introducing himself, four or five people gathered around to take pictures. The staff members' eyes were shining, and they took out a set of men's clothes and asked him to change into a test shot.

Bai San managed to squeeze out a soft dimple on his cheeks, tremblingly picked up the clothes and shook them.

A few black coarse woolen yarns are loosely wrapped around the sleeves, like a human-shaped spider web, with large chunks of skin exposed under the woolen yarns, and there is only a long leather zipper in front of the chest.

There is not much difference between wearing it and not wearing it, just looking at it makes you feel cold.

The bottom is paired with high-waisted dark gray jeans, which is quite normal, but there is a chain like a small tail behind it, which is hard to say.

The tension and panic reached their peak at this moment, and he felt that there was still a big gap between the mannequin in his imagination and the reality.Even if the problem of UV allergies can be solved by shooting indoors, this kind of weird clothes is really unacceptable.

In the end, Bai San fled and left.

— Another failed interview.

Blame him.

On the return trip, Bai San didn't take the bus back, saving two yuan, and the journey was only about an hour and a half.He lowered his head, looking at the black edges on the white shoes that he didn't know when he rubbed up, walking against the current alone among the crowds of pedestrians.

This year's Valentine's Day is before New Year's Eve, which is rare in 20 years.

city ​​center.

He walked all the way, passing by the Changjing Shopping Center, full of pink heart-shaped balloons hung in the window, on the one-way road, most of the people coming and going were young men and women holding hands, and almost every small intersection had someone setting up a stall to sell it Kongming lanterns, selling chocolates, big bear dolls and roses.

"Hey, do you want to bouquet roses?" The glasses guy squatting at the entrance of the mall talked to him, "Girlfriends, female classmates, childhood sweethearts, and confidante are all fine."

Bai San shook his head, he had no money, and he didn't have any of those gentle relationships that the glasses mentioned.This festival has little to do with him, it is still an ordinary day.

Write at most one sentence in the diary before going to bed:

The interview with the model failed.Sore legs.Heart tired :(

Baihuhu will work harder tomorrow :)

Taking advantage of the time to start a conversation, a couple walked up and took a fancy to the brightly colored flowers wrapped in cellophane.

The girl took the flowers and left holding her boyfriend's hand. Several couples passed by, their eyes coincidently fell on the flowers in the girl's arms, and the corners of their eyes caught sight of the glasses stall.

Bass mist.

Three big red banknotes came in.

This money is too easy to earn!

Bai San's eyes were straightened, and he stood there in a daze. After thinking for a while, he stepped forward and asked hesitantly: "Well... would you please tell me where the supply source is? I also want to sell flowers and earn some money. Pocket money."

What a rare opportunity in 20 years.

He can't just go back empty-handed like this, and the two yuan fare when he came here can't be wasted.

The glasses guy pushed his glasses legs, a little surprised, then with a clear expression, he pulled down the zipper of the down jacket, revealed the iconic Beicheng University uniform inside, and asked with a friendly expression: "Are you also a work-study program? "

You have to take care of your family.

Bai San didn't say anything, it was too troublesome to explain, so he responded vaguely.

"It just so happens that you don't need to look for any supply source, the place is already sold out." The glasses waved his hands boldly, "You can just get some from me, I guess I can't sell them all."

Bai San looked at him with starry eyes, smiling like a watermelon milkshake in the hot sun.I didn't dare to ask for more, and I couldn't afford much, so I left a week's meal money and transferred all the rest to the glasses.Shaking a small lock of hair, he squatted in front of the booth and picked out a stack of spare wrapping paper and a bunch of loose roses.

"You can be right next to me. The flowers are packaged differently, so it doesn't hinder anything, and the mall has a lot of traffic." Glasses kindly gave a plastic red bucket, half filled with water, for roses.

You're done. "Thank you."

He tilted his head and struggled to carry the bucket, shaking it step by step, and moved ten steps away from the glasses, on the other side of the side door of the mall.

The flowers were still lying safely in the bucket, but he had already thought of the moment when the wallet was bulging, and the movements in his hands became faster, and ten small bouquets of roses were packed in a few minutes.

The expression on the glasses was a bit complicated, he opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, Bai San turned his head and gave him a strawberry smile, so lucky today!

Then he became a shopkeeper, sitting on the steps with an old newspaper, took out a pocket dictionary, and studied while working under the lemon-colored light of the street lamp.

Perfect.

Shock, doubt, panic, unforgettable, eye-opening flashed in the eyes of the glasses... The expression became more complicated. He never thought that after the carefully selected beautiful wrapping paper was wrapped with gorgeous roses, it could be wrapped so ugly in Bai San's hands .

Flowers are good flowers, but wrapping paper has a long story to tell.Matte ones, Sydney ones, Hansu ones, etc. are all fine, but Auntie Red, Baba Yellow, Forgiveness Green, can sell a fur ball!

Just as he was about to remind him, a man hurriedly walked in front of the stall, staring at a handful of 99 red roses of Mensao style covered in black tulle, with "I'm a rich man, kill me" written all over his face.

Immediately, a gleam of light flashed across the lenses, and the glasses held their breath, thinking whether three-digit numbers or four-digit numbers would be more sincere.

He took out his mobile phone and attached it to his ear, smiling all over his face, "Brother Dali! You mean that bouquet of black gauze red flowers that have been cherished for a long time? Mmmmmm, and what's more, the last bouquet, I am the only one in Beicheng It's..."

After a review chapter, when Bai San came back from the ocean of knowledge, the ten small bouquets of roses in front of him were still ten small bouquets of roses.The 22 roses in front of the glasses stand are still——

Eleven Ten 23...

Fifteen holdings!

The wind in the northern city blew up a lock of unlovely hair, swaying and swaying.

"Little classmate, you can't do this." After the glasses finally calmed down, he happily nodded the banknotes and raised his mouth by the way.

Bai San wrinkled his small face and answered sullenly, knowing that the bad luck never left.

Children can be taught!The glasses patted his thigh, turned around and imparted two points of experience, trying to correct his straight male aesthetics, "Your flower package is—"

"It looks good!" Bai San looked at the glasses with bright eyes, "I had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought, she really is so beautiful! It's a pity that I was unlucky today, and no one asked about it, but I really like it."

"……Oh."

Hopeless.

Baisan really likes its packaging. The bright red roses are matched with the vibrant green.It is also really few people understand.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and the twilight fields were all together, and there were few pedestrians.

With a bulging wallet in his glasses, and the last bouquet of flowers left on the stall, he looked at the ten times the amount in front of Bai San, and couldn't bear it, "Why don't you change the wrapping paper in another color?"

"No."

Bai San didn't hesitate for a second, refused decisively, took his eyes from the book, sucked his nose that was frozen red, "There will always be someone—"

There was a sudden silence, there was no sound in his glasses and ears, and he followed Bai San's gaze to look over.

A couple walked out of the shopping mall. The man was tall and elegant, and the woman was petite. It might be Bai San's last chance.

When they got closer, the long neck of the glasses suddenly retracted, and the shoulders slumped.

seen.

In the evening, when he had just arrived at the entrance of the mall to set up a stall, the couple passed by the stall, wearing seven-figure RMB, and went straight into the mall without stopping their eyes, not even glanced curiously out of the corner of their eye. .

The glasses clicked, and wanted to light a cigarette, but he couldn't bring it out after groping for a cigarette, so he was lonely.He waved his hand, and reminded Bai San with a sour face that he had no hope that those were two groups of high-end cells.

He didn’t blurt out the words, seeing Baisan’s little white one that was originally huddled on the steps, suddenly jumped up, looking up like a small peach tree, looking like a little milk cat seeing the excrement shoveler back home The appearance of the dog, and the fluffy tail that was cut up and turned up, wagging and wagging.

The mouth is a slightly sweet soft "Mr. Jiang——"

Bai San didn't expect that he could meet Jiang An again, like a big gift fell from the sky, his heart was instantly overwhelmed by surprise, and a little embarrassed, at a loss what to do.

Jiang An was dressed in formal attire, and while walking, he communicated with his female companion, who was always two steps behind. Hearing Bai San's voice, he looked up, slightly startled, and instantly relaxed his eyebrows.

"good evening."

Bai San raised his head, and dryly replied the same words, "Good evening." Old man.

After finishing speaking, Jiang An didn't say anything, he felt bad, and he wasn't the end of the topic. He pursed his lips and tried to say, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Jiang An nodded expressionlessly, glanced over, and said calmly, "Selling flowers?"

"Yes!" Bai San became interested in an instant, and swept his short arms around like a piece of land, "Look, I wrapped it, isn't it pretty?"

If it looks good, it has been snatched up long ago. Is there still a need to squat here and blow the northwest wind?The glasses sat aside and wiped them calmly, swiping the screen frantically in his heart.

Jiang An smiled, as if coaxing a child to pick the moon, "It's pretty."

Hearing the truth suddenly, Bai San blinked his eyes, feeling that the wind blowing this afternoon was worth it.

He glanced at Jiang An, glanced at Jiang An's female companion, glanced at Jiang An, glanced at Jiang An's female companion, and asked Jiang An in a low voice: "Do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers? Today is Valentine's Day, and I The flowers are really, really beautiful, and the wrapping paper has been picked by me for a long time."

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Glasses bent down and buried his face in pain, almost falling off the glasses, he couldn't take it anymore, these flowers and papers are cheap waste from flower shops.

A few steps away, he wished he could rush over and cover Bai San's mouth.

Even if they knew each other, even if they acted like a baby, high-end cells would not be able to get that kind of shit!You just wait to be rejected and cry!

"Okay," Jiang An understood what he meant, and looked down at the roses, "However, there are only five roses in a handful, so how dare you give them away."

Shocked by the glasses, he retracted his chin silently, looked at Jiang An's female companion, and thought, I have wronged you.

Immediately, he dragged Maza and moved towards Baisan, his face almost said "I have it! I have it! Take 99 flowers home! The packaging is high-end and elegant!"

Bai San frowned, a little at a loss, should this be the case, the inspiration flashed again, he drooped his head, not as excited as before, and gently tugged at the corner of Jiang An's clothes, "Otherwise, I'll take all these apart and re- Packaging, bundle into a bunch, okay?"

Hearing Bai San's words, the female companion who had been quiet all this time suddenly waved her hand, "Boss, don't, I'd rather work overtime to contribute to Changjing's profits. If I go back with a bouquet of flowers, my vinegar jar will definitely be overturned." , Tomorrow on a business trip to Dongcheng, it will be hard for you to go there yourself."

"fine."

Jiang An gave the secretary a look of peace of mind, and took all the rest of the roses at his friendly price.

Bai San was happy, he untied the ribbon slowly, and hummed the Smurf in his heart. When packing, he was picking up a piece of beautiful azure Sydney paper, he paused in his hands, and raised his face.

"Mr. Jiang, I still have a lot of wrapping paper, which can be changed, which one do you like?"

This question is not right, since it was given to the female companion, it should be asked the female companion.

With a smile on Jiang An's lips, without reminding him, he said lightly, "As you like."

Double the joy.

The frost-colored ribbon was tied with a bow that was one degree lighter than the color of the paper, and Bai San struggled to hold the roses in his arms and handed them to Jiang An, saying again very sincerely, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Jiang An accepted it readily, but bowed his head slightly, smelling the faint fragrance of roses, worth a thousand words of praise.

"Hand out."

Bai San, who was folding up the newspapers and had saved enough money for the fare to go home, was taken aback, and obediently stretched out his hand.

Inadvertently, the bouquet of roses fell into his arms.

Jiang An stroked his still soft hair, replied "Happy Valentine's Day" with a vague smile, turned and left.

Bai San stood there in a daze.

There was still a pitiful expression of "children's heads are not allowed to be touched" on his face, and he tiptoed secretly.

He holds a bosom full of roses.