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There is a cake shop downstairs in the newly rented community, with a pleasant aroma.It slipped into the open window on a sultry summer evening, attracting me. I searched for its source, found the shop on the corner, took a deep breath, and then circled around the small garden on the corner, layer upon layer, Trying to circle the aroma into a trance dream.

I became a regular customer in the cake shop, and the dreamy aroma gave me courage.Pudding, butterflies, chocolate pie, tiramisu, sunshine, smiling faces... Once again, I showed no restraint on food.In just one month, my increasingly thin body was filled with sweet and greasy food, and I regained a strange vitality.

In the second year of living alone, I started to have nothing to do.

I'm tired of reading books, I've played enough games, instant noodles are no longer my favorite, and I'm afraid that people will find my job.The bar is like a worn-out shoe by me.The last time I went to the bar in City C was five months ago: there was an old friend there, Ji Jinglin, who was dancing under the dazzling lights like a blooming flower.I'll never forget his face as long as I live, and he's so happy, stepping off the stage, unable to pull a hand from the shadows.I screamed in horror, let the wine I just ordered fall to the ground, covered my face, buried my head into the excited crowd, and then fled away.

The lady owner likes the ball very much. When I was traveling in a group, I gave it to the owner to take care of it for a while.

The ball is getting fatter and fatter, gradually becoming a real fat ball.Others think it is cute, and the owner even created a Weibo for it, in which a small group of netizens who suck cats regard it as their ancestors.But I still hate it, it's too noisy, it scratches my couch, it breaks my flower pots, and it makes me clean up its litter box.Only by filling its stomach or throwing it into the sink can it be quiet for a while.I often stare at it, as long as I eat anything in front of it, it will meow in dissatisfaction.

The owner's name is Yu Jia, a petite girl in a wheelchair with a warm smile.Later, her cake shop was in trouble and was about to close down.I took the opportunity to invest a sum of money, which is regarded as cooperation.I can buy the cake shop and enjoy the deliciousness of it for granted.But I chose to stay and be an apprentice, learning to collect ingredients, bake, make new ones, and greet customers.

If the time is occupied by work and other things are taken care of flawlessly, the days will pass quickly.Life is good, I sleep less and less, accompanied by Qin Huai who lingers.In reality, he is still alive, living in the words of his classmates and friends in R city. I plug my ears and close my eyes, not wanting to hear any stories about him.Qin Huai may be dormant, may be making a comeback, or may be frustrated forever.I want to forget him, if there is such a day, I hope to have nothing to do with him.

After a year of operation, the bakery has come back to life and the business is getting better and better.I've also worked my way up from a Hell's Kitchen hotshot to a decent foodie.Sweets also become dispensable after the initial freshness wears off.It simply becomes a job, a pastime.

The store has formed a fixed consumer group: a shy white-collar worker is secretly a sweet tooth, and he will come every Wednesday night at [-] o'clock on time; a thin little boy is a big eater, and he spends all his pocket money on Buying baked cookies; and twittering the students in the nearby school district, many girls among them like me: I am serious and considerate when I am unsmiling; I let the girls in the nearby school district Screaming; me with slightly long hair is more popular than the cakes in the store; girls come in groups and frequent.

On December 12, before Christmas, Yu Jia launched her ambition to decorate the cake shop as the most beautiful shop on the street. I had to concentrate on accepting her orders, crawled out of the dark study room, and came to the shop top-heavy. Wearing an elk headdress on his head, and handing out cupcakes to the Girl Gang.

The "Girl Gang" is composed of six or seven lively junior high school students. They come to the cake shop every week to get involved in my life; from looking for my WeChat, covering them from the make-up class to coveting my cat, they seem to take me As a lovely bosom brother.

I have never bared my fangs to the people of City C.

On Christmas night, the "Girl Gang" gathered here. Several small tables in the store were pushed together, and their big cakes that were twisted and buttered were placed in the middle.I put up the closed sign, turned off the lights, and lit a circle of heart-shaped candles as they asked.Yu Jia even maximized the function of the oven and roasted a chicken.

Qin Huai in the dream drove me crazy, but in reality I became more and more depressed.I spend less and less time in the bakery.

"A Lin, let's take a group photo." Yan Lulu said. "We've never had a photo with you before."

In fact, I don't like being photographed, and I don't like my pale, obnoxious face.

Even on the day of the college graduation ceremony, I left early.

It has been six years since I left home, and I have settled in City C for more than three years.During this period, I did not save any photos.

"Come on!" Xing Xuan said. "Where are the seven beauties! You earned it!"

Her eyes are shining, like my sister who was carefree when I was young.

"Okay." Why not?I always want to get rid of the past.

They surrounded me with all their hands and feet, pushed me into the middle, and we posed.

"Get ready, 3-2-1--" The owner pressed the camera button.

"Eggplant!" everyone shouted.

I followed silently.

Then the white light flashed, and there was a click, and the time was frozen in an instant.