adjacent street gl

"Yu Qiu!!!"

I turned around, and Xiao Zhao was chasing me. She ran in front of me, panting, "Yu, sister Yu Qiu...you really ran too fast!"

I thought to myself, it's because I'm about to leave work, and I have to complete the handover of the last work.

"Is something wrong with me?"

Xiao Zhao shrunk her neck, and she handed me the folder she was holding in her arms: "This is what the editorial department asked me to hand over to you."

I took the folder, opened it and took a look.

"It's troublesome." I nodded at her, "It's hard work."

Xiao Zhao hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, Deputy Yu has worked hard!"

I hurried to the director's office, and after finishing the work quickly, it was already past 06:30.

There must be a lot of people in the coffee shop now, and I may not have a seat when I go there.

Exhaling slowly, I looked up.

My face was reflected in the well-polished mirror above the sink.

Upright and serious, just one look can make interns cry at night.

I removed the coiled hair, rubbed my tight scalp, and breathed a sigh of relief.

My friend teased me and said, you are a bit unreasonable when you are working, and you are completely different from you in normal times.

I said: is it?

She just laughed: Deputy Yu is so scary.

I worked in a magazine. I chose to work directly after graduating from a bachelor’s degree. At the beginning, I worked in the editorial department for more than half a year. I did something that dissatisfied the editor-in-chief. Later, I was promoted to the office and worked from an ordinary employee to now.

The director of the office favored me so much that it took me only three years to become the deputy director.

Then another half a year, to now.

In the beginning, I didn't dress like this and act like this, because I felt that there were too many gossips, and I didn't want people to mention it in front of me, so I made myself look difficult to talk.

Useful is useful.

Xiao Zhao is a true portrayal.

The director is a fashionable woman in her late 50s who is always gossiping about my emotional life.

She always smiled and asked me if I had any favorites, and if there was a handsome young man chasing me.

Yes there is.

I don't really like it though.

I'm almost 26, and if I put it in other people's mouths, it will be someone who is already thirty.

What I hear most is that I, the deputy director, are too young, I should find a man to marry, it is best to be safe and stable, don't struggle for any job.

me: oh.

I don't.

How can a man have a job fragrance?

My salary is actually pretty decent.

But I have no plans to get married. I want to buy a suite, so I have to save some money and make plans for myself.

My rental house is not far from the magazine office, and my roommate and I have similar schedules. We meet each other in the morning and go to work separately, and we go back one after another in the evening. We live in peace—but not so harmonious.

I seldom argue with other people, but the other two knocked on a glass for three days and slammed each other's doors for five days, so I still want to live by myself, it's expensive and clean.

I discussed this with my family once.

My eldest lady had a cold face, and her husband took a long time to comfort her before coaxing this person well.

My father told me that if you don't want to tie up, don't tie up, and take good care of yourself.

The eldest lady pinched him, saying that she took good care of him, either in the hospital or in a battle with others at work.

I:……

Somehow she just can't see the tender part of me.

"I swear," I raised a 4, "I, Yu Qiu, will take good care of Qiuqiu!"

The eldest lady gave up for the time being.

I finally got my day off.

The editorial department of the magazine was overwhelmed by deadlines, and I was overwhelmed too.

No one likes to play a cold face every day, looking for this trouble and that trouble every day.

The tenants who lived with me started to quarrel again, I got up from the bed, looked at the time blankly, dressed and went out in a breakdown.

I managed to finish my work, and when it was the rest day, I sneaked away, was woken up by my roommate, and sneaked to Wuyu Coffee, and it started to rain outside.

I was dumbfounded and worried.

That's just bad luck.

Without fear.

When I heard her name for the first time, I thought it was unforgettable and beautiful.

Peace of mind.

What a name, what a meaning!

This has become my tree hole and my charging point.

Later, I met a beautiful sister, and I liked it even more.

The rain is unabated and will not stop for a while.

Today's special offer did not mention the combination of wormwood and cocoa, and I was inexplicably sad for a long time.

I still don't know the clerk's face very well, but it's definitely not because I'm face blind.

She looked at me with a smile on her face: "What do you need?"

I chose half a day.

Finally, I ordered a warm vanilla latte.

I randomly found a seat by the window, and when the coffee was served, I was still staring at the passers-by outside the window in a daze.

The rain came quickly and aggressively, as if it wanted to punish the passers-by without umbrellas on the street and make them drown.

The rain doesn't stop, and I have to be one of them too.

I stirred the coffee with a silver spoon, and as she twirled, I picked up the stem, tilted it, and brought it to my mouth.

I came here by stealth, and now it seems that I have had bad luck.

Little by little the latte faded and I licked my lips.

It was almost lunch time, and there were many more people coming to the coffee shop to hide from the rain, the door was dripping with water, and most of the people inside refused to go out, but there were not many seats inside.

My table may have been exposed to my air-conditioning, but no one dared to approach it.

I stood up, feeling less interested.

The crowd is pushing in, and I want to go out.

The air was dull and oppressive.

I was about to walk to the door, and someone was shouting loudly.

It was chattering, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

After listening a little harder, I found that she was shouting: "Miss, the lady who ordered latte!"

I:?

It can't be me, can it?

I turned around hesitantly, and the clerk anxiously pushed through the crowd and walked over. She walked up to me out of breath and smiled.

"You left something behind."

I was taken aback, I didn't bring anything with me when I came, so naturally it's impossible to leave anything behind.

She didn't say much, she patted something in my hand, smiled and asked me to take it.

I looked at it with some hesitation, and it was a folding black umbrella.

Lifting my head with a feeling, I met her eyes in the distance.

She didn't seem to expect that I would look up, and she was a little at a loss for a while.She stood a little inside the cash register, her long hair swaying with the movement, then nodded to me, turned around and went to nowhere.

It was the pretty sister from before.

I stepped out of the rain curtain and didn't get wet.

I glanced back at the storefront of the coffee shop, and the unhappiness when I came had completely disappeared.

[It's amazing. 】

[I don't know if it's because of this place or because of that person. 】

[Or both, they have a certain chemical reaction together, which makes me feel addicted. 】

[She is really amazing. 】

【Speaking of which, is she a frequent visitor?Or staff?How do I see her so often? 】

【I'm so curious...】