When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

Zuo Yin has been working part-time in this 24-hour convenience store not far from her home since she finished her college entrance examination.

The manager of the convenience store is a very talkative woman, because she suffered a loss when selling fresh bento, so the unsold bento will be discounted two hours before the expiration time is marked, and thrown away half an hour later.

This is a way to save money for Zuo Yin.

"Then choose one you like to eat." The store manager stood on tiptoe, showing half of his head, and said to Zuo Yin.

"Thank you, sister." Zuo Yin thanked the store manager as usual, chose a bento with a suitable portion, paid half of the price, and walked towards the microwave oven.

After a few crisp beeps, the microwave oven made a loud working sound.

Zuo Yin stood in front of the operating table quietly waiting for her lunch tonight, thinking about the money she could earn by temporarily replacing overtime and night duty fees tonight.

Excluding the daily expenses, this overtime pay can allow Zuo Yin to eat a little more indulgently.

but……

Zuo Yin's mind flashed the highly suspected painting by Shen Qingzi that he saw at the art exhibition this morning.

She really wanted to take another look at the painting.

She really thought it looked like a painting by Shen Qingzi.

Zuo Yin nibbled on the inside of her lip, and the ease she had just now turned into a struggle whether she should buy a ticket to go in and have a look.

A ticket is 100 yuan, [-]% off with a student ID card.

Good deal but not cheap.If you don’t buy it, you can eat several rice bowls with chicken legs, but if you buy it, you will not be so well-off for the next week.

At this time, the microwave oven beeped, and the charred chicken chop was stacked on the rice sprinkled with sesame seeds, and side dishes such as potato shreds and crispy cucumber were spread on one side.The hot air mixed with the ringtone woke up the dazed girl in front of her.

The bento was still steaming when it was taken out, Zuo Yin had already put the rice into his mouth with the chopsticks in his hands.

Although the store manager never reminded her to urge her, she also has her own self-consciousness. After all, she is not a white-collar worker who came down from the building next door, and she has no time to eat leisurely here. time.

"Don't worry, eat slowly." The store manager looked at Zuo Yin who was sitting aside to eat, and told him as always, "Although you are still young, don't try so hard."

As he said that, the store manager took a small box of yogurt, and gave her the yogurt with the straw inserted in front of Zuo Yin, "Your one, please."

Zuo Yin couldn't refuse, so she took it over, "Thank you, sister."

"In a few days, I'll leave you some jam bread you like, remember to be nice to yourself." The store manager patted Zuo Yin on the shoulder and left.

Zuo Yin twirled the cold yogurt in the palm of his hand, while drinking the yogurt, he quickly swept away the leftover bento.

She sometimes feels that this unheated 24h convenience store is much warmer than her so-called home.

The bright incandescent lamp illuminated the girl's dull profile, and Shen Qingzi, who was standing not far away, could clearly see the tiredness in her eyes.

The hand like a fan bone was holding disposable chopsticks, and the joints were still glowing with frozen red that hadn't warmed up.She was wearing very thin clothes, and her figure was thin, and the apron she wore easily drew out her slender waistline.

Shen Qingzi felt very uncomfortable for some reason. She stood behind the farthest row of shelves and didn't move for a long time.

Soon Zuo Yin finished her bento, cleaned up the table, and returned to the shelf where ordering was suspended just now, and resumed her work.

At this time, another boy finished ordering his goods, and he walked leisurely to Zuo Yin with his big notebook, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you won't come to work part-time when you're rich."

Zuo Yin glanced at the boy and said, "I didn't buy a lottery ticket."

"You are a great painter. Selling one painting is enough for a month's living expenses?" The boy asked, there was no malice in his tone, it was just a joke among friends.

"You buy it?" Zuo Yin asked back.

When the boy heard what Zuo Yin said, a smile appeared on his face immediately, his curly hair trembled like a giant golden retriever, "Buy it! If you sell it to me, Xiao Yin, I will buy it. "

Zuo Yin frowned slightly, remembering the unpleasant incident with Zuo Lan, and said coldly, "I won't sell it."

"Tsk, why don't you sell it? You will sell it sooner or later. Xiaoyin, you are a top student in the oil painting department of the Academy of Fine Arts. After you finish your studies, there will definitely be many people rushing to buy it." The boy said again, planning seriously, " I’m buying your paintings at a low price now, and I’ll make a lot of money when you become prosperous! Don’t forget about your wealth!”

"Dream." Zuo Yin gave the boy a cold look, threw two words to him, and took his list to the shelf on the other side.

A little exaggerated grievance immediately appeared on the boy's face, just as he was about to look up for Zuo Yin, he saw Shen Qingzi who had been looking here at the far end.Shen Qingzi also had a guilty conscience, and hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to be picking things, and put a few things on the shelf that she didn't even know what they were into the basket.

She heard the conversation between the boy and Zuo Yin just now.

An undercurrent suddenly rolled up in her heart, running around in her body.

Zuo Yin is also a student of the Oil Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Zuo Yin is also particularly resistant to selling paintings.

The handmade jam bread with a beautiful bow tie on the shelf jumped into Shen Qingzi's sight at this moment, and what the store manager said to Zuo Yin just now sounded in her ears, "I will leave you some more in a few days jam bread.”

Shen Qingzi involuntarily reached out and took down a handmade strawberry-flavored jam bread, and also paid special attention to the expiration date on the back of the bag.

The shelf life is 20 days, and there is one week to expire.

That's why I left the bread for her in a few days.

Shen Qingzi clenched her hands unconsciously when she thought of the bottle of yogurt she was holding here, and the undercurrent surging in her heart became sour.

While Zuo Yin didn't notice her, Shen Qingzi walked to the cashier with a basket in her hand. She didn't return any of the things she had just randomly swept into the basket. After paying, the store manager filled a big bag for her. .

Shen Qingzi looked at the pile of things, took out the only bottle of yogurt she needed from it, and said to the store manager, "Please, Zuo Yin will hand over these things to her after she gets off work."

The store manager was very surprised by the behavior of the woman in front of him, "Do you know Xiaoyin?"

"I'm her teacher." Shen Qingzi lied without changing her face.

Shen Qingzi's voice was very nice, gentle and gentle, just like a teacher should be, and the store manager had no doubts. There was a lot of smile on his face, and he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, thank you, teacher. Our little one Yin also has a hard life, and she is really lucky to have a teacher like you!"

Shen Qingzi smiled, and walked towards the door without saying anything.

The person who clearly said he would never see him again, but before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at the child who was still working.

The golden-haired boy was still following Zuo Yin and chatting with her endlessly, his huge figure shrouded Zuo Yin in the shadow, and he was as thin as if he could break at any time.

Shen Qingzi thought of the girl's butterfly bone she had touched that night. Who would have known that behind that beautiful lightness was a bitter life.

Shen Qingzi felt that she had been severely whipped, and hurried back into the car as if fleeing.

A bright headlight pierced the black paint in front of the convenience store. Zuo Yin, who finished ordering, looked up and looked out the window just in time to see Shen Qingzi's car driving away from here. Photocopied in her sight.

Strange yet somewhat familiar, Zuo Yin's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The store manager watched Shen Qingzi leave, and excitedly waved to Zuo Yin, "Come on, Xiao Yin, this is what your teacher bought for you just now!"

"teacher?"

Zuo Yin looked at the pineapple-flavored jam bread on the top of the big bag of food, feeling suspicious.

She looked out of the window, and a gust of night wind swept the residual leaves on the ground across the empty small square.

There was no clue left for Zuo Yin.

As the sunset turned the sky red, the week of classes finally came to an end.

As soon as get out of class was over, everyone went out anxiously to find freedom. Zuo Yin also walked through the crowd, wearing her pilled coat, and walked quickly towards the art exhibition.

Because of the large bag of food left by an unknown kind teacher a few days ago, Zuo Yin spent almost nothing except for paints, and there was exactly 70 yuan left in his pocket. In the dark, fate is deliberately guiding me to look at that painting again.

After buying tickets and entering the arena, Zuo Yin went against the direction of the flow of people, and came to the alumni exhibition hall where almost no one came to visit.

She came at the wrong time, an old man wearing an old man's shirt and a gray beard was standing directly opposite the painting that Zuo Yin was thinking about, fanning leisurely.

"Little classmate, why do you come here to look at the paintings?" The old man saw Zuo Yin, closed the fan in his hand, and asked kindly.

"There are few people." Zuo Yin replied simply.

The expression on the old man's face became more serious, and he commented: "It's not a good reason to have fewer people."

"Yeah." Zuo Yin didn't have the habit of chatting with strangers, with a cold face, he didn't look at people but only looked at paintings.

The old man thought the child was interesting, so he made room for her and asked, "Do you like this picture?"

"Ah."

Another simple word.

The old man smiled, watching Zuo Yin stand in the position he gave up without humility.

He didn't seem to care about Zuo Yin's cold face, and asked again: "What's so good about this painting, you see that the upper part is too separated from the lower part, and there is no sense of harmony."

"So this painting was drawn by two people separately." Zuo Yin continued.

"Separate?" the old man said, then suppressed the fun on his face.

Zuo Yin glanced at the old man, pointed to the part on the left side of the middle of the painting, and explained: "This picture is more harmonious. Few people can complement the colors with such precision and personal style... It is impossible for Mr. Xu Ji not to see it. Come out."

Xu Ji was stunned for a moment, then touched his hairless head, "Ha, was it so easy for you to recognize him?"

Zuo Yin looked at him helplessly, as if asking him: What do you think?

The photo posted in the lecture hall is not fake. Although it is refined to the extreme, it is impossible for an art student to see it.

Xu Ji shook his fan and laughed heartily a few times, and said, "Then, tell me, this little classmate, who is this anonymous person? I hear your tone as if you recognized it?"

Zuo Yin looked at the painting a few more times, opened her tightly pursed lips, and said firmly, "Shen Qingzi."

The small hall became quiet all at once. Xu Ji looked the student in front of him up and down, and snapped open the fan in his hand, "You kid, your eyes are really poisonous! Hahaha..."

"Teacher, even if it's your own art exhibition, you can't be so unruly."

Before Zuo Yin could react to Xu Ji's words mixed with laughter, that cold and soft voice was like the Crescent Lake under Mingsha Mountain, pouring down on her with some unreality that was eaten by the sun.

If he could meet Shen Qingzi again, Zuo Yin would never have imagined that it would be in such a situation.