stop, don't move

Qiao Le didn't sleep well this time, and the wound behind him felt pain from time to time. Qiao Le frowned all night, and when he woke up in the morning, there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

Before dawn, Qiao Le turned on the light. The light from the energy-saving lamps was gray. After Qiao Le put on his clothes neatly, the light became brighter. Last night, Qiao Le used up all the hot water. Now he had to use cold water to brush his teeth and wash his face. When he came out of the bathroom, his fair hands turned red.

The migrant workers in Tongzilou get up very early. There are four families including his family on this floor. Two of them work as wool craftsmen. They get up at five o'clock in the morning to wash, wash and cook. woke up.

Today, Qiao got up a little too early. After he washed his face, the two families just finished their meal. They greeted him and went back to their room.

Their kitchen utensils are all shared, and four families have a set. Qiao Le is always prone to running into time with the family next door. The next door is a woman who lives with a little girl who is in the third grade of junior high school. This single woman is very aggressive, what's wrong with her? Almost all the residents upstairs and downstairs in this building have scolded her, and none of them can beat her in the mouth.

Qiao Le is a 19-year-old student, not to mention comparing with her. She can only watch her from the sidelines every time, but she said that her daughter is preparing for the high school entrance examination and needs nutrition. Only by myself can I cook again, and I will be scolded by the man at home when I bring the food home.

From then on, if Qiao Le met that woman, he would go downstairs to buy breakfast. Anyway, spending a few extra dollars was better than being scolded. He felt that the man at home seemed to be sick, and everyone else was busy with work, and he What qualifications does a person who spends his days in poker games have to complain about him?

Qiao Le turned on the gas stove, put his hands on the side to warm it up, and poured oil into it when his stiff fingers felt better. The breakfast was just a few tricks. Qiao Le used yesterday's leftover rice to fry an egg fried rice. I came out and put it on the porridge rice cooker to keep warm, went to the room to pack my schoolbag and left.

Seeing that it was only six o'clock, Qiao Le went to the bookstore, and Shen Kaixing gave him a key to the bookstore, saying that he could stay here if he had nothing to do.Although it was a casual attitude, it made Qiao Le very grateful. The faint smell of ink in the bookstore would make Qiao Le feel good. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and exhale it. home will be fine.

Qiao Le's working hours are between 04:30 and 09:30, and he has never been here in the morning. In fact, there is no difference between morning and evening, except that there are a lot of books on the ground.

It seems that Shen Kaixing came to the bookstore last night after leaving, and he bought a lot of books. The bag containing the books was cut in half, and all the books were scattered from the cut. Qiao Le could almost imagine that Shen Kaixing was seeing In this scene, his expression must have collapsed, and then he turned and left the bookstore without saying a word, leaving the mess of the place alone.

Qiao Le couldn't help laughing, and slowly squatted down and began to tidy up the books by category. The autumn and winter morning opening time posted on the door of the bookstore was 07:30, and it was already seven o'clock after Qiao Le packed everything up. Shen Kaixing still didn't come , I felt a little regretful that I couldn't see Shen Kaixing's smiling face, Qiao Le locked the door, and waved to stop a taxi.

A green taxi drove slowly past Kaixin Bookstore, and then another swanky BMW stopped in front of the bookstore. After getting off the car, Shen Kaixing couldn't help wondering: Which psychopath came to my bookstore early in the morning, and didn't know it would open in the morning? Does the time depend on the mood of the boss?

If it wasn't for finishing yesterday's homework and saving a certain student from being tired, he wouldn't have come so early. Usually he doesn't come until nine o'clock. Shen Kaixing shrank his hands and opened the door. The books on the floor were gone, and they were all neatly placed on his originally empty bookshelf, and he turned back in disbelief to see if it was his shop that came in, Shen Kaixing was speechless, this is... Miss Conch is here?