Plan carefully

When Yang Xiaofei took the deposit slip and signed it, he asked me, "Brother An Ran, are you off work on weekends?"

"Most of the time off, occasionally working overtime, how about you?"

"We give four days off a month, and we can take whatever day we want!"

"Well, it's good." After receiving the deposit slip, I handed back the card and receipt to Yang Xiaofei, "Right? Return the gloves to you." Before I bent down to get the gloves from the drawer, Yang Xiaofei had already left the counter, He waved at me as he walked out, "No, no! Brother Han give me another pair! Keep it for yourself!"

I smiled helplessly, usually I don't have much chance to wear this kind of gloves!

After I got off work, I took out the account book and opened the page with the word 'Korean' written in the header.There are already two records above: "Borrow: 2000 yuan (repaid), 0.04."

"Borrow: Four Band-Aids, 4.00."

Next to the bottom, I wrote upright:

"Loan: A pair of gloves, 3.00."

On the way back to the dormitory, I saw a road cleaner wandering around my "flowering tree" from a distance. At that time, I felt cold, maybe I wanted to clean up those "flowers"?I hastened to increase my speed, and when I got closer, I saw the skinny old lady pick a "flower". I was about to go up to talk, but unexpectedly, she wiped the "flower" on the clothes twice. , and hung it back again.

With a sharp slam on the brakes, I stopped in front of her, probably frightened the cleaning lady by my haste, she looked at me blankly, I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I pointed at the The tree branch said: "This 'little flower' is pretty pretty, isn't it?" The cleaner nodded in a daze.

"Then let them hang on the branches!" I said.

"Well, let's hang on!" She smiled innocently.

I looked at the branch and found that there was another yellow flower on it than in the morning.

It was a week after I saw Han Muyu again. I was on duty at noon on Friday, and he came to deposit 400 yuan and remitted 1000 yuan.

When I filled out the wire transfer form for him, he just lay on the counter and watched without blinking.I pretended to glance over inadvertently, and he poked his chin on the back of his hand, with a calm and gentle expression on his face. I think I have seen this expression a lot. Many migrant workers put their hard-earned When the money is sent back to the home that is far away, there will be more or less such an expression, satisfaction, expectation, and a touch of happiness.Although I knew that he was only immersed in the sense of accomplishment of raising a family, such gazes still made it difficult for me to concentrate, and my fingers couldn't move. I was careful and careful, but finally made a mistake when writing the capitalized amount.

It was so embarrassing, I despised myself for a moment.

Tear off the list a few times and start over!

As a result, the more nervous the more mistakes.After tearing up three copies in a row, I felt like I could burn pancakes on my face.

I usually make no mistakes when filling out checks, but today I wrote a wire transfer order and I missed one after another. No, I still don’t believe it!When I was competing with myself, I heard Han Muyu ask: "Anran, is your hand still not healed?" The low tone and clear voice are like the night spring flowing over the bluestone under the moon in the empty mountain echo.

I faltered and said, "Yes, it still hurts!" Then, I moved my fingers in a gesture.

"I'll fill out the form myself!" He tore a wire transfer voucher from the side and began to write.

"Do you know how to fill it out?" I asked.

"You will learn when you fill it out." He replied.

Uh~ very smart!Regardless of the fact that I had filled it out several times, I resolutely attributed the learning results to Han Muyu's strong self-learning ability.

Holding the list written by someone at one time, I made an objective and pertinent evaluation: "Not bad, very good and standardized! Have you written it before?"

"No!" Han Muyu replied, and then added, "I graduated from high school!"

"Oh? What happened later? What about the college entrance examination?" I asked.For him, I don't know where so much curiosity came from. I always wanted to know more about him, but this Han Muyu talked too little, so I would never let it go when I had a rare opportunity.

"I also participated in the college entrance examination. On the day when the notice came out, my dad broke his waist and became a paraplegic." When he was talking, he unconsciously fiddled with the signature pen in his hand.In fact, I can guess that such a young child who went all the way to work in a strange city alone will always have some unknown hardships, but hearing him say it with my own ears, I still feel very sad.

"So, what about your university?" I asked, though I could almost guess the answer.

He shook his head, "In the past, my father relied on loading and unloading goods for others to earn money to support the family. When he collapsed, the family's financial resources were cut off. I didn't go to college."

He still had that flat tone, but I noticed that his brows were slightly furrowed at the end of this sentence.Regret, yes, he must be regretful, otherwise he wouldn't show such an expression when talking about it, as if swallowing a very bitter pill quickly.

The sound of the printer was rattling, and I searched my brains for something to comfort him, "Then what... the current university is just like that... it doesn't make much difference if you go in or not... There are more useful things to learn in society s things……"

Han Muyu's half-drooped eyelashes suddenly lifted up, and he looked at me, as if he was puzzled by what I said just now, I turned my head away just before meeting his gaze, and let that straight, watery gaze fall on mine On the side of the face, it splashed, arousing all kinds of keen sensations at the nerve endings buried in the surface layer of the skin.With half of my body uncomfortable, I still explained in a low voice: "Really, I just messed up in college... I didn't learn anything..."

He paused, lowered his head, his long bangs slid down, covering half of his face.He was noncommittal to my words, but continued: "Later, I did some odd jobs with my relatives, and the money I earned couldn't even cover my dad's medical expenses. My mother was not in good health, and my sister didn't go to school and came down to serve my dad. Last year, my dad suffered from sudden kidney failure and died within a week of his onset. During this period, my family owed a lot of money to relatives for medical treatment. The wages at home are too low. I heard some people say that the wages here are higher. Come here to work."

It was the first time I heard him speak so many words, but every word was difficult.

"Han Muyu..." I called out his name, but he didn't raise his head, but responded in a low voice, "En."

"...it's going to get better..." I said.

"……kindness."

The sound of the electric door broke the momentary embarrassment.

Someone came in for business.

I packed up the receipt and handed it to Han Muyu. He took the receipt and called my name again when he got up. He said, "An Ran, do you have time tomorrow?"

"Ah... I'm off duty tomorrow! What's the matter?" I asked.

"...If you have no other arrangements, I would like to treat you to dinner!"