luck on thursday

Not only did Lin Qingyang not get paid, but he also took out a sum of money to compensate for the loss of the store at that time.

Although Aya has been trying her best to intercede for him, the store manager thought twice, looked at Val's really gloomy face, and shook his head.

"Although I'm also very reluctant to part with such a hardworking and capable Mr. Lun, but..." the store manager spread his hands and shook his head regretfully, "I can't help it. It's impossible for me to ask Mr. Monroe to go home."

Lin Qingyang nodded silently and did not engage in unnecessary disputes.

It was completely dark, and Lin Qingyang went to the bank to pay for the loss of the fried skewer shop. After everything was over, he lost his job and lost a decent source of income.

Wearily rounding a corner, it was too late, and the last bus was gone.

There is only one solitary street lamp at the bus station, with milky white light, and a string of branches branching out from the back of the street lamp, dividing the complete light into several fragmented silhouettes.

Lin Qingyang raised her hand in a daze to cover a small spot of light in front of her eyes, as if she was a little beast that couldn't find its home.

In fact, he was very scared, so scared that he just wanted to curl up in place and not go anywhere.

He doesn't like working at all, just like he doesn't really like socializing with other people. Being alone always makes him feel safe, but sometimes he still needs to go out, for example, rush to help Miss Lima Slice the bacon and give all your guests a nice smile.

It's nothing, just get used to it.

Now that you don't have to deal with greasy stuff and put on a smile, what next?

The light from the street lamps is mixed with the warm atmosphere in the windows of the houses facing the street. From time to time, cars drive away on the street, and pedestrians walk in twos and threes, aimlessly.

There is not much natural light, and the lights of the city are always many times brighter than the moonlight. Even the prosperous big city of Rosaburg will become extremely quiet after nightfall. Most people prefer to stay at home and enjoy the roasting of the fireplace. Not going to a noisy place for excitement.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the leaves trembled rustlingly.

December is over, and spring is coming.Lin Qingyang retracted her hands into her sleeves, took a breath, and thought vaguely.

In front is the convenience store he often goes to. It is open 24 hours a day, and there are often new fast food that tastes good and is affordable.

Lin Qingyang's previous dinners were settled here, and he was as familiar as his own home. Even the clerk would smile and call "Mr. Lun" when he saw him.

Lin Qingyang also greeted her with a smile, looked around, and took another box of fast food from the counter.

"That's all right, thank you for paying the bill for me." He handed the things to the clerk.

The clerk helped him heat it up, and asked without hope: "Would you like a cup of coffee? Or Coke or something, there are refills in the store."

"No, thank you." Lin Qingyang refused with a smile. At this time, another customer came out from behind the counter, holding food in one hand and a long piece of paper in the other.

"Fubuja white bread..." The customer frowned, put the bread on the counter, and the clerk picked it up and paid him the bill.

Lin Qingyang was still waiting for the fast food to be heated up. Originally, he could handle his dinner at the fried skewer restaurant, but now it was all messed up by an accident.He waited for a minute, looked up inadvertently, and suddenly froze:

"Mr. Wilfried?"

It was the gentleman with whom he had a pleasant chat on the train!

Mr. Louis Wilfred seemed to be in a good state of mind. Even when he went shopping in the middle of the night, he still wore a neat suit, a dark waistcoat with elegant fabric, and the jewels on the cuff buttons were hidden in the shadows. Eyes are a color system.

He was wearing a coat that Lin Qingyang was very familiar with, but it wasn't the one on the train, it could only be said that the color was somewhat similar.His brows are stern, and no one seems to be seen in his gray-green pupils, only the piece of paper with a long string of characters written on it in his hand.

Hearing someone calling him, Louis Wilfred was obviously taken aback, turned his head, and saw that he was a friend he knew.

"Ah, I thought it was who it was." The indifference between Mr. Gentleman's eyebrows and eyes suddenly parted, and Lin Qingyang was horrified to find that his smile seemed a little more sincere than what he saw on the train. "It turned out to be Lun. Long time no see."

"Long time no see, Mr. Wilfred." Lin Qingyang greeted cautiously.

The convenience store clerk sat on a stool in the corner and squinted his eyes, as if dozing off; the overhead camera dutifully recorded everything, the number of cars and pedestrians on the roadside decreased, and when he sat by the window, everything around him became quiet.

Lin Qingyang took out his mobile phone uncomfortably, and sneakily stuffed it back into his trouser pocket under Lu Yi's gaze.

"Well," he decided to find something to talk about, otherwise it would be awkward to meet face-to-face, "Mr. Wilfred came to Roseburg...to do some business?"

When talking, he recalled the happy time last time, and his whole body was not so tense.

"No." Louis smiled helplessly, his eyes slid across Lin Qingyang's face, as if he was thinking about something, and he laughed again soon after, "I just came to fulfill the wish of an elder."

This is very uncommon, Lin Qingyang showed curiosity, and looked at the piece of paper in his hand along the line of sight.

"Is this the paper?"

Louis nodded in agreement: "Yes. He is weak and sick, and can only sit and recuperate. He said he wanted to relive the memories of his youth, so he wrote this list to me and asked me to find it for him."

Lin Qingyang said with a smile: "Very few old people would make such a request."

"He is very playful, and he will always come up with some ideas that others are caught off guard, such as before... The family is always worried about him, and they don't expect him to be more peaceful. They just hope that everyone is safe."

Another customer opened the door and entered this late-night convenience store. The package was folded and made a slight friction sound. The door was not completely closed, and a cold wind came in from the outside, just hitting Lin Qingyang's exposed back neck.

Lin Qingyang shivered suddenly, turned up the collar silently, and began to unwrap her own fast food.

"That's good too." He sighed sincerely.

As soon as he finished speaking, Louis Wilfred stood up, excused himself, and turned to the counter. Lin Qingyang looked blankly at what he said to the clerk. The clerk nodded and took a drink from behind.

Louis took it and carefully placed it in front of Lin Qingyang. It was a cup of hot chocolate, which was steaming.

Lin Qingyang was startled, and stretched out a finger to poke the drink cup: "This...is for me?"

Louis sat down again and pushed the hot chocolate towards him: "Sorry, I only serve you with cheap drinks. It's more comfortable to drink hot ones. You don't hate sweet ones, do you?"

No, 25 yuan a cup of hot chocolate is not cheap at all.

"Thank you." Lin Qingyang is very grateful, now he really needs a cup of hot food to recover his body temperature.

Just like last time, Mr. Wilfred can always accurately judge whether he is cold, and then bring him a cup of hot water at critical moments... Accurate judgment.

Maybe his profession is also related to this ability?Lin Qingyang took a sip of hot chocolate, thinking wildly.

Louis unfolded the note in his hand carelessly, and asked casually, "It's so late, Joe, you're still here...won't you go back?"

"That has to be done after dinner." Lin Qingyang pointed to the fast food on the table, it was completely cold now, and it looked really bad.

Louis was a little surprised: "Dinner is only now?"

Lin Qingyang heard the meaning of his words, and scratched her hair in embarrassment, not really wanting to deceive the kind gentleman with lies, but his experience is not good enough for outsiders to say: "Yes, I came to the East District to visit A sick relative... just came out of his house, missed the bus, and walked back so late."

Louie thoughtfully, nodded, and stood up, the soft edge of his coat brushing by the stool.

"It's getting late, excuse me," he whispered to the young child, "It's late at night, so you should hurry home."

Lin Qingyang bit the straw of hot chocolate, and obediently responded: "Okay."

The empty fast food box was thrown into the trash bin whole, and there was still more than half a cup of hot chocolate left. Lin Qingyang took it back to the rental house in his palm. While walking on the road, he was still recalling the meeting with Louis just now.

Compared with today, the last encounter was almost like a young gentleman teasing a child. They talked about a lot of distant things, which seemed gorgeous and interesting, but in fact they were aimless.But today, Mr. Wilfred seemed to pay a little attention to his friend whom he met by chance.

That's right, he has no money, no power, and can't talk to make people happy, so it's already very good to get such superficial politeness.

Thinking in this way, Lin Qingyang returned to the rental house, put the hot chocolate on the table, and felt a little uninvited depression when she fell on the bed.He curled up, tried his best to get rid of that slender figure from his mind, and replaced it with the cold amount of money.

Most of the arrears have no clue, he still has more than half a year's food and accommodation to settle, the rental house has been rented for almost a week, and the next rent should be paid...

"God!!!"

Lin Qingyang suddenly jumped up from the bed, knelt down and sat down in disbelief, and began to count the only savings left on her body with trembling hands.

Definitely not enough for the next week's rent!

Most of his money was lost to the fried skewer shop to buy a new fried skewer machine!