Zhou Yuan felt that he probably only deserved to live in the cold white light of a convenience store. Twenty-five yuan for an hour's night shift was just enough to buy the medicine he needed and maintain his poor self-esteem.
"Okay, I admit, I didn't hold back first. I gave him the key to the "shelter" back then. We squeezed back into the moldy rental house and continued our failed experiment called "mutual rescue". I gave him everything I could - the medicine bottles I hid, my cold sweats in the middle of the night, and the bullshit I said countless times: 'One day, let's go see the sea together.'"
"Store manager, the world is such a big place, I want to apply for a transfer."
If you see a cashier with a fake smile in the middle of the night at a convenience store, don't tell him off.
That might be the last night shift that an angel works on earth.
——This book is dedicated to all those who failed to be retained late at night.
Intention: We are constantly losing in our lives; those who leave take away part of us and leave part of them.