I make your medicine

"Boss, Chagang?" Li Che was spotted by Yi Ping at the front desk when he stepped half a foot into the store, with a clear and free-spirited voice, he nodded with a smile: "Check what you guys are doing."

"Boss." Xiao Liang, the waiter passing by after wiping the table, smiled with white teeth, and his dark skin appeared a shade darker.

Sitting on the swivel chair, Yi Ping looked at him with her neck raised, and asked, "Why hasn't Auntie come here these days?"

"I made a little mistake." He walked to the dining table of Xiaocai and looked at the cleanliness.

"Ah? It's okay, right?" Xiao Liang poked his head out of the storage room upon hearing this.

"It's okay." Li Che turned around and looked at Yi Ping, "Is the new recruit here?"

"Oh, he delivered food to the opposite side, and he should be back soon." Mentioning this newcomer, Yi Ping immediately regained his spirits: "Boss, this young man is amazing, he has a particularly good memory, looks good, and works neatly. "

"Such a high evaluation?" He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and glanced at the display in the storage room.

"Oh, she can't boast too much about the people she recruited." Xiao Liang pouted and bent over to pack the newly arrived drink box.

Yi Ping was dissatisfied and said, "Can you refute what I said? That face alone has brought a lot of results. There are more than a dozen girls who came to order food in the morning."

"So pretty?" Li Che walked to the front desk, saw a piece of paper full of orders out of the corner of his eye, and joked, "I need to practice this word."

Yi Ping pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "That young man's writing is also ugly."

"He wrote this?" Li Che looked at the dog crawling characters on the paper, picked it up and read it carefully.

Obscure.

"Sister Ping, I'm back." The deep voice entered the door first, and a tall figure walked up against the light, holding a piece of paper between his slender fingers and placing it on the front desk: "Order for tonight."

Li Che looked at the paper that entered first, but didn't understand a single word.

"Okay, thanks for your hard work." Yi Ping took the order and said to the person, "This is our boss. If he comes to flatter you, maybe there will be a bonus."

When the newcomer heard the words and looked over, his plain eyes lit up slightly, and his surprise was hard to hide.

Li Che was also very surprised. Seeing this person whom he had just met three days ago, he took out a piece of paper from the hand with a dazed smile and handed it over: "Wipe your sweat first."

As the temperature cools down in late autumn, people who have lost their lives have already started to wear long johns, but this person can sweat in this weather.

Tang Ren took the thin piece of paper, watched the boss wipe his forehead with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." After a slight pause, he changed his words again: "Thank you, boss."

"KTV quit?"

He nodded: "Resign."

Li Che: "What's your name?"

The new employee was taken aback for a moment, and the eyes that had just left repositioned back, "Tang Ren."

"My surname is Li, and my name is Li Che." Li Che stretched out his hand to the kid who was a little taller than him, and said with a smile, "Work hard, and there may be a bonus."

Tang Ren looked at the palms with slender fingers and clean nails in front of him, straightened his slightly arched back, held them lightly, and said lightly: "Okay, I will do it well."

Li Che stared at the serious-looking tall boy in front of him, slightly startled, then quickly regained his composure, shaking his hand.

With both hands loosened, he said: "I'll go to the back kitchen to have a look." The retracted palms slowly curled up.

Tang Ren's words were like a set of encrypted messages. Yi Ping could only understand "meat balls" for a long time, and she had no choice but to call him: "Xiao Tang, come and translate for me. What are you writing?"

He regained his senses and walked into the front desk, patiently deciphering it for her.

Li Che made a routine inspection and found no major problems. He walked through the hall and stood still at the door, and said to the two who were still solving the puzzle: "I'm going first, someone will deliver the materials tomorrow morning."

Yi Ping agreed crisply: "Oh, okay, don't worry, boss."

Tang Ren looked at the slender and strong figure under the light and shadow, and said goodbye politely: "Goodbye, boss."

Li Che chuckled: "Goodbye." After taking two steps, he turned around and added: "It's time to practice your calligraphy, kid." After finishing speaking, he left the store.

The kid's face froze, and he looked down at his masterpiece.

Li Che walked to the side of the car and lit a cigarette. The old man smoked like drinking tea, and laughed inexplicably as he watched the non-stop cars on the road.

After getting off work that day, Tang Ren ran to the bus stop and walked a few steps. He seemed to think of something and suddenly stood still. He turned his long legs and went back to the bookstore next door to pick out a copybook of [-] Tang poems in regular script. The cheapest refill pen.

"Don't you think you're disgusting?" The man's voice was a little green, but his words were cruel and crisp.

"Playing with a group of girls all day long, are you a sissy?" The tone of the man's voice rose slightly and then quickly sank, as if he was extremely disgusted: "Dead gay."

The life of high school students is full of homework and homework. The simple campus uses homework as the cornerstone to create an ivory tower with endless pressure for the flowers. No matter how cruel the world outside the tower is, the people inside the tower only care about what they have not finished writing. Homework and EKG-like grades.

But there are no shortage of exceptions. Some people are forced to face the ugliness when they are still in the tower at a young age.

"I, I don't like you anymore. What are you disgusting about?" The boy who was scolded retorted weakly, with no momentum at all, and even trembling slightly. Soft.

"You're fucking in the way of my eyes. Seeing you all day long keeps me from eating." Along with the insults came the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, which seemed to be a physical conflict.

Tang Ren passed the alley with a copybook, and heard a few words, but he didn't need to listen to the whole thing. Just looking at the location, he knew that this kind of location would not produce good things.

"What are you doing?" He stood at the entrance of the alley and watched the tall boy grabbing the short boy's arm, without continuing to walk in.

As if the dissatisfaction was interrupted, the bullying student frowned and looked at the source of the sound, suddenly stunned by the [-] million tugging, and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the person.

The tall figure at the entrance of the alley concealed the street lights outside, his calm eyes could not see the slightest indignation and excitement at seeing the injustice of the road, but it was this too plain look that made the boy feel chilled suddenly, as if he was being targeted There was an almost instinctive retreat in my heart like a prey.

Tang Ren saw the boy's face clearly through the dim light, and his extremely indifferent expression was stunned for a moment. He looked carefully and then returned to normal, and said, "Get out." His tone was as calm as if he was chatting, but the boy stepped behind Rubbing, he cursed bitterly and walked away from behind unwillingly.

He looked at the poor little boy who was huddled in the corner and pretended that he didn't exist: "It's best to tell the teacher, if it doesn't work, call the police."

The terrified little Tuo paused, looked up at him, smiled wryly, and said softly, "Okay, thank you."

Tang Ren nodded, turned around and left without saying anything.After walking a few steps, I couldn't help but think of that boy's face again, and frowned.

Looks like the boss.

That night, he carefully sketched three pages of copybooks, accompanied by the quarrels next door and the non-stop sound of jumping upstairs.

In the autumn afternoon, the cold wind and the sun blend to create a refreshing and dry temperature, and the air is full of clear freshness.

Li Che has three stores in his hand, and recently started to operate an online store. After inviting Internet celebrities to advertise, the effect is surprisingly good. It stands to reason that he doesn't have to go to the physical store to keep an eye on it when he is so busy, but today he just couldn't hold back. Hands, the steering wheel turned and turned to the branch opposite No. 27, his first store.

The lunch rush has just ended, and now there are almost no customers. As soon as they enter the door, everyone is hurrying to clean up and check the reserves, preparing for the dinner rush.

Yi Ping was dragging the floor, straightened up and looked at the person who walked in: "The boss is here again."

"Well, let's take a look." He took a look at the people in the room, went to the front desk to check briefly, and asked casually: "The newcomer has gone out?"

Xiao Liang was cleaning the glass of the side dish window, busy with his hands, and replied, "He went to tidy up the upstairs."

Li Che nodded, walked around the back kitchen before walking up to the second floor.

The space on the second floor is not as spacious as the first floor. There are five tables in total. Tang Ren is cleaning the tables and chairs here alone.

After wiping the one in hand, he turned around to wipe the last one, and when he turned around, he saw a tall figure at the top of the stairs.

Just like this, Li Che saw those indifferent eyes stained with stars and loosened, which made his chest feel a little dry.

"boss."

He raised his lips: "Good job, keep it up, and pay bonus at the end of the month."

"Okay, thank you boss."

Li Che stared at the faint smile on the corner of his mouth and those clean eyes, couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Are you an adult? I don't employ child labor."

This person was sharp and hard to get close to, but his eyebrows and eyes were unexpectedly clear and pure. Li Che couldn't distinguish any impurities from them, it was too clean, and he looked young at first glance.

Tang Ren smiled and stared at the boss who seemed to be joking. He knew it was a joke, but he said unconsciously, "I'm 19."

Li Che chuckled softly: "You're kidding, go ahead and do it, I'll be leaving first."

The frozen smile came down naturally: "Okay, goodbye, boss."

The boss said in a low voice, "Goodbye."

Back in the car, Li Che fastened his seat belt and was about to start off. The hand in gear rested on the gear lever for a long time, and the car was quiet for a while, then he suddenly smiled, with helplessness in his voice: "You are so young. "

Then he put into gear and hit the road, maintaining a subtle smile all the way.

until a phone rings.

He squinted at the display screen of the car, the caller: Mom.

The sharply curved lips softened, and he raised his hand to answer the call. The audio in the car was excellent, and his mother's sharp voice came from all directions.

"Li Che, are you busy?"

"No, I'm driving. Tell me what you want."

"Li Ze got his mid-term grades, and he did well in the exam. Tomorrow at the parent-teacher meeting at noon, I'm not feeling well. Do you have time to go there for me?"

Li Che frowned slightly, remained silent for two seconds, and said, "Yes, which class is he in?"

"Grade 27, on the third floor of the main building, you can find it if you go there and ask again."

"Okay, got it." He paused his hand after hanging up the phone, and asked, "How's your body?"

The mood on the other end seemed to be much higher because of this sentence, and the dull tone was a little brisk: "Ah, it's okay, it's an old problem, I went to prescribe some medicine yesterday, just take it as you want."

Li Che put his hands back on the steering wheel, and gave a low "hmm": "That's good, go to the hospital if you feel uncomfortable, don't support yourself."

"Hey, Mom knows, you should be busy and drive carefully."

After hanging up the phone, Li Che paid attention to the distance between the cars with his brows and eyes calm. The sun was blinding his eyes. He took out his sunglasses from the side and put them on, making his expression even colder.