luck on thursday

As night fell, Lin Qingyang stood at the door of that family again and knocked on their door.

The girl opened the door to welcome him in, and brought him to the dining table, where the dishes for three people had already been set, and the hostess was busy in the kitchen, with a wok gurgling steaming in her hand.

No big changes were made because of the addition of one more person. When the hostess brought out the pot, she looked calm as if she was her own family. She put the pot carefully in the middle of the table with thick cotton gloves , and distributed a bowl of food of the same weight to each of the children at the table who showed longing eyes.

Everything seemed to be living beautifully in a dream, Lin Qingyang swallowed the food in small mouthfuls, the hostess saw that he was eating fast, and gave him some more, without saying anything, the girl drank her soup silently, and let out a satisfied sigh snore.

It was only when I was about to go to bed that I had a different persistence.

The hostess planned to put the small sofa together, hoping that Lin Qingyang would accept their kindness and spend the night on the sofa, but the young boy refused.

"Just put away the carpet, and move the coffee table and sofa. It doesn't take much effort, and it will be more comfortable to sleep on the sofa." Seeing that Lin Qingyang still insisted on leaving, the hostess went outside to find a place to spend the night , can not help showing some anxiety and worry.

Lin Qingyang waved his hands and smiled embarrassedly, only to find a very shallow, almost invisible dimple on his face: "I've already eaten your dinner, so I'm really sorry to bother you to do this again."

The girl stood behind her mother, glanced at the closed door, and then at Lin Qingyang.

His stature seems to have grown by a few centimeters during this period, his trousers are a little shorter, his black coat is slightly old, and it looks dusty. It hangs on the hanger at the door, which is out of place with this warm and tidy home. .

She looked at Lin Qingyang a few more times, patted her mother's shoulder, and made a few gestures when the hostess who was in a stalemate turned her head.

Lin Qingyang was frightened by their stares, and when he was about to say goodbye, the hostess passed him and opened a cabinet behind him. It turned out to be an abandoned utility room with a musty smell that hadn't been ventilated all year round. But there are no sundries, just a few piles of flattened Fitz's cardboard boxes, which are often cleaned by the hostess, and it looks clean.

The hostess turned on a small lamp on the top and pointed to the utility room: "How do you live here? It won't get dirty. I'll hug you a blanket later, and you won't be better if you catch a cold at night."

Lin Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, and with a click, the girl slipped behind him at some point, locked the door, and there was a trace of complacency in her eyes.

"...Thank you, thank you." He had no choice but to accept.

The floor of the utility room was carefully covered with blankets by the hostess, and a small warm-colored lamp dimly lit on the top. Lin Qingyang borrowed a charging cable from the host's house, and connected the mobile phone that had been traveling for a long time.

The top message was still Wyatt's message, which was sent just now, asking him how he is doing now.

There were several repeated messages on this message, but Lin Qingyang had been concentrating on finding a foothold all day, and his phone was turned off due to power failure, so he didn't have time to reply to his friends' messages in time.

With his back against the wall, he typed word by word under the light.

"I'm lying in bed now."

The phone rang, and Lin Qingyang hurriedly picked it up, lowering her voice: "Wyatt."

"Joe! I called you several times! You didn't answer! I thought you were going to the Arctic Ocean instead of the north!" The friend's annoyed roar came from the receiver, and the background was quiet, no Like the lively places he usually goes to, it should be at home.

Lin Qingyang just joked and tried to get away with it: "I'm working during the day, the factory boss is strict and doesn't let me look at my mobile phone." He told a white lie, not intending to make his friend worry about his situation.

Wyatt also knew his bad temper, and after a grunt, he restrained himself a little: "Then you should answer my call in time."

"How are you doing at work now?" The other end of the phone started chatting about his recent situation.

How can Lin Qingyang tell the real situation? Another bill in his heart comes from Wyatt: "I'm pretty good. The boss here provides food and housing, and the salary is not low. It's the north, you know. Cold as hell."

"That's why I don't like going to the north. The cold air can make your bones stiff." Wyatt seemed to think of something, and couldn't help complaining a few words.

The two chatted for a while, Lin Qingyang yawned: "Stop talking, I have to get up early for work tomorrow, so go to bed quickly."

Wyatt called him quickly: "When I call you, remember to answer it in time!"

Lin Qingyang comforted him sleepily: "Okay, okay, I will pick it up in time."

Only barely satisfied, hung up the phone.

The small light went out, and the phone vibrated suddenly. Lin Qingyang squinted his eyes in the dark, turned on the phone again, and found that he had received a notification that the phone bill was insufficient, and was urging him to charge the phone bill quickly.

You have to find a job quickly, or you won't even be able to make phone calls.Lin Qingyang yawned wearily again.

There is no window in the utility room, and there is no natural sound that can remind Lin Qingyang of the time. He was drowsy, and only after he slept to his heart's content did he struggle to get out of the blanket and pluck his hair a few times.

Pushing open the door of the utility room, the whole house was very quiet, without any human voice. Lin Qingyang turned around in disbelief, only to realize the fact that the hostess trusts him so much that she can rest assured He was left alone in his own home!

On the coffee table were two cooled Brioche butter breads, and a note was pressed under it, with the hostess's handwriting on it: I left you breakfast when I went out to work; Belle went to school and did the laundry.

Lin Qingyang turned around abruptly, and a clean coat was quietly hanging on the hanger at the door. It looked intact, but it was completely different from the one just hung it yesterday, and the hostess also sewed up a few tiny holes.

Lin Qingyang put on his coat again, ate the breakfast left by the owner, rearranged the utility room, took out his little change, silently took out two-thirds, and stuffed it into the crack of the sofa, so that the woman The owner can see at a glance when cleaning.

Finally, he cleaned the floors of the living room and dining room, carefully checked the door locks, and then left the warm house.

The next job came quickly and unexpectedly, Lin Qingyang was dazed by this pie that fell from the sky, and almost couldn't believe what happened in the past two days.

That time he was away for a long time, and even went to the local talent market, but found no good jobs, so he had to take a short-distance job, and then lazily returned to the neighborhood he was barely familiar with, and returned to the house. Familiar convenience store.

The clerk behind the counter is not the one who works the night shift, but an unfamiliar face, carrying a mop to clean up behind, working with enthusiasm and full of fighting spirit.

Lin Qingyang reckoned the money in his pocket, and as embarrassed as before, he bought the cheapest and tasteless white bread. After thinking about it, it would not be good for him, he hesitated for a long time, and added a piece of bread. Ham sausage.

Just sitting down in the window seat of the convenience store, there was the sound of the glass door opening next to her, Lin Qingyang subconsciously tilted her head to look away, but saw a familiar face.He was taken aback for a moment, then shrank back subconsciously, seeing the other party looking over, he hesitated to say hello: "...Hi?"