Mr. Fu's Redemption

"Boss, two bales of rice seedlings, thank you."

"I'm sorry, handsome guy! The rice buns have just been sold out! I also have shiitake mushrooms, green vegetables, pickled cabbage vermicelli, and meat buns with three diced milk and soybean paste. They are all good. Would you like to have two?" The boss announced a series of buns in one breath. Without taking a breath.

The early morning sun hangs in the sky a little limply.

At seven o'clock in the morning in front of the gate of University A, there are many college students strolling around to buy breakfast, which has not changed for many years.

Fu Junzhuo is the one who just bought the last two rice buns, and now he is standing in front of the bun shop with the two buns in his pocket, waiting for the boss to give him some change.

Standing behind him was a junior who didn't buy any steamed stuffed buns.

When the wind blows, there is a burst of aroma of cooking pasta.

Fu Junzhuo raised his eyelids, and glanced at his junior with a lack of energy.

Oh, it's a nice little fresh meat, and it's quite tall.

Little Fresh Meat Junior stood there, handsome and youthful, with a few hairs curled up in the wind blowing in the wind, he seemed a little disappointed, he glanced at the bun steamer: "...No, thank you."

"Where's the bag with dried plums?" The boss continued to ask.

"Thank you boss, no need."

"Where's the shepherd's purse bun?"

"..."

There is a feeling that you must have grass buns.

Anyway, it's all right, Fu Junzhuo just sized up his junior boredly, looking at his expression, it's obvious that he still hasn't given up on Baozi, Fu Junzhuo guessed that he won't leave.

Sure enough, the junior did not leave, he struggled a bit, and asked again: "When will the next batch come out?"

The boss gave Fu Junzhuo the change, and smiled: "It will take 10 minutes! So I didn't ask you just now. You college students are going to be late for class at this point, and you can't wait."

"...Oh, thank you."

The junior who was dawdling and persistently wanting to eat rice buns... the struggling expression just now was very similar to the children who were crowded in front of the candy shop, holding small coins and staring at the candy.

In the past two years, as a human being who loves to be bored at home outside of work, Fu Junzhuo only faces the succulents on the half-balcony every day, and only his elm-headed tortoise with an expressionless face, so looking at this student Brother, I always feel that the expression is bright, full of vitality, and a little cute.

How should I put it, it made him want to laugh for a moment.

Fu Junzhuo stroked the bun in his hand, and slightly retracted it with his fingers.

Indeed, the seedling buns at the store in front of Gate A are very good, and they are often sold out within 2 minutes after a cage comes out.

When Fu Junzhuo hadn't graduated, the rice buns here were his favorite kind of breakfast. Sometimes he didn't buy anything when he came here, and he always felt uncomfortable all day long.

Looking at the juniors who want to eat buns now, I always feel like I saw myself back then.

Probably out of a kind of love for his junior, Fu Junzhuo reached out and took a clean bag from the counter. He didn't move quickly and put a bun in, and handed it over: "Here, the rice bun."

The reaction of the kid who wanted to eat the steamed stuffed bun was very interesting. He subconsciously took the steamed stuffed bun, and his expression was a little surprised for a moment. After taking the stuffed bun, he looked at Fu Junzhuo in surprise, then suddenly blushed and opened his mouth halfway: "Learn... ...Senior?!"

That expression seemed to be saying, why give me a bun?

Why give it?Because it happened that the other party wanted to eat, and I happened to have it.

It's just a bun.

Looking at his junior, Fu Junzhuo felt like he was giving candy to the juniors and accepting the adoring eyes of the juniors. He nodded kindly to his junior, then turned and left.

The sleeping pills were all gone, and Fu Junzhuo's sleep has returned to an extremely bad state recently. He had another night of dreams last night, in a chaotic state. He didn't remember anything else, except that he seemed to have eaten buns all night.

Ah, buns...

So after the three alarm clocks woke up this morning, the person who usually skipped breakfast went to this bun shop in front of Gate A to buy buns.

Then, I met an elementary school boy who was a little obsessed with steamed stuffed buns.

Fu Junzhuo lives near University A, and his place of work is also near University A, and he usually walks.At this time, he stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into his bag, feeling his brain bouncing happily in his skull while walking.

His appearance is good, but due to long-term poor sleep, he has dark circles all year round, and he looks weak and kidney-deficient. When the wind blows, he is a little swaying.

"Senior! Wait a minute, senior!"

In the distance, someone seemed to be shouting behind him.

When Fu Junzhuo was alone, unless he was working, he would always unconsciously be in a daze, his mind was heavy and he couldn't turn a corner.So he didn't care about the senior who was making noise behind him, and continued to walk slowly.

"Senior!" A gust of wind blew, and Fu Junzhuo was almost pulled away. Before he could react, he saw his junior chasing after him. With a big smile on his face, the junior handed over a bag of milk, "Thank you senior Invite me to eat buns! Give you milk!"

Like a whirlwind.

City A makes its own strawberry-flavored milk, which it likes to serve as breakfast in colleges and universities.Fu Junzhuo recalled that back then, he also liked to drink this kind of drink, almost every day.

Seeing it now, it seems to remind me of the feeling back then, warm, mellow, and fragrant.

Subconsciously, he took the milk... Now he looked at his junior in a daze.

The wind blew again, rolling a small withered yellow leaf and swirling on the ground, the milk in his hand was as hot as a small stove, the student opposite him smiled at him, showing a mouthful of neat little white teeth.

The student pointed to the milk: "This is delicious! I drink it every day!"

Well, it's delicious, I know.

The junior was dressed in casual clothes, wearing a pair of unbelievably clean casual shoes, and was carrying a backpack on one shoulder. His shoulders were broad and his legs were long.

A college student in his early twenties, between youth and maturity, is probably the kind of person who can switch between youth and maturity as soon as he changes his dressing style, but his face is very tender, and it always feels like it is full of collagen .

As for myself, to use an inappropriate description, that is... on the verge of death, half buried in the ground.

Fu Junzhuo squinted his eyes and looked at the other party, thinking that he was really energetic: "Thank you."

If I remember correctly, the first class of University A starts at 45:6, and now it is [-]:[-], and from here to the nearest teaching building, it takes [-] minutes to walk at the fastest.

Before the junior left, Fu Junzhuo reminded: "You are going to be late."

"Ah..." The junior's face wrinkled, "Then senior, I'm leaving first! Goodbye!"

In ordinary life, I met an interesting person.

A steamed bun and a bag of milk put Fu Junzhuo in a good mood for 10 minutes.

Yes, it's only 10 minutes, just the time he walked from near University A to the company.

Fu Junzhuo is a depressed patient, and his condition is stable and well controlled.

All in all, a normal-looking, boring human being.

In the eyes of others, his life is really boring. He goes to and from work every day, goes home, and waters his succulents. It’s not winter, but there is still a Mr. Turtle staring at him. Now It's winter, and Mr. Tortoise has also hibernated.

Just him.

No, there are still many pots of succulents.

Others think he is boring, but he himself doesn’t feel so boring, because since he started raising succulents, he has bought a bunch of succulent planting books, and spends a lot of time every day studying the methods of planting various varieties and how to water them. , how to fertilize.

Often times, it was time to go to bed. At that time, he took some medicine, climbed into bed, and fell asleep under the influence of the medicine.

Two years ago, he did something wrong and put himself almost half in the coffin, at that time, he came into contact with succulents.

The succulents he saw for the first time were called Angel's Tears. At that time, he didn't know the name, but only knew that they were plump and crystal-clear ones, squeezed together one by one, looking cute and full of vitality.Fu Junzhuo fell in love with it the first time he saw it, so he took a small plant home, and later... that succulent plant was raised to death by him.

At that time, Fu Junzhuo was at the lowest ebb in his life. He took this succulent home with him just to add some vitality to his side, at least a little vitality.

However, the succulent symbol of vitality was raised to death by him...

So Fu Junzhuo began to study the method of raising succulents. After two years of research, although he was not a master at raising succulents, at least he now had half a balcony of succulents.

Not dead, alive and well.

Fu Junzhuo didn't keep pets such as cats and dogs, not because he didn't like them, but because as long as they were pets, they would leave one day.

Alone, with serious psychological problems, it may sound hypocritical to say it, but the fact is, he is not afraid of raising him, but he is afraid that he will develop deep feelings after raising him, and then suddenly lose it one day.

How to bear it?

Therefore, he chose a tortoise that can't be coquettish and cute, and has a relatively long lifespan. What he likes is one sentence: if it is raised well, it can send you away.

pretty good.

Today, Fu Junzhuo was not interested in having dinner. He returned home and ate an apple. Just as he took a bite, the phone rang: "Junzhuo, are you coming back tomorrow? The land at home has been purchased and requisitioned by the government. I need to relocate your mother's grave."

Fu Junzhuo said "Yes", "Go back."

The two sides exchanged a few words lightly, and the phone call ended.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Junzhuo continued to eat apples.

Just after I took my second bite, another call came in, with no note, an unfamiliar number, and I didn't know who it was.

Fu Junzhuo chewed slowly, swallowed it, wiped his hands, and then picked it up. A man's voice came from the opposite side: "Hello? Is it Xiao Fu?"

The voice was a little familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. Fu Junzhuo replied, "Hello, I am. May I ask who you are?"

The other side replied: "Xiao Fu, good evening, I am the landlord."

"Oh, hello, landlord, what's the matter?"

The landlord's voice became a little embarrassed: "It's like this. I have a relative's child who is going to college at University A. He wants to rent a house outside. I just thought, if possible, start your next month. As long as you pay half of the current rent, your vacant room, huh, can be freed up for my relative’s child? If it’s inconvenient, it’s okay, I’ll let him find another place to rent.”

After finishing, he added: "It's not a bad boy, it's a good boy, you don't have to worry."

With two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and two bathrooms, Fu Junzhuo used one room. The room was empty, but the key was that the bathroom didn't need to be shared, so it didn't matter.

As for the question of whether he is a good boy or a bad boy, Fu Junzhuo, who has been out of school and entered the society for four years, is not very worried.

Speaking of which, Fu Junzhuo met the landlord once when he was renting a house. He was in his early thirties, he was a nice person, and he was more respectful.He said that the child of his relative's family is a good child, so he can basically rest assured.

"Well, it's okay, this side is empty anyway."

As soon as he agreed, Fu Junzhuo thought of the balcony.

There are balconies in front of the two rooms, and they are connected. The balcony in front of the empty room is full of succulents...

Before Fu Junzhuo could speak, the landlord said again: "Hahaha, thank you. Then I'll let him take a look at it tomorrow? If you don't like it, you can still refuse, don't be shy!"