Year, cultivation, county literature
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At the age of 27, Zhou Qing quit her nine-to-five job in a big city, gave up her expensive house, returned to her hometown in the small county town, and used her savings to rent a small shop next to a residential building to buy tobacco, alcohol and snacks.
The store is not big, but the location is good.
Zhou Qing stays in the store every day, watching people coming and going, and earns a little money to support herself.
Until one day a short figure walked into the store, grabbed the sleeves of the coat around his waist and timidly said to her: "Hello, do you have any sanitary napkins?"
Under the huge black-framed glasses are a pair of eyes as clear as a deer.
Zhou Qing suddenly became interested.
After careful inquiry, Zhou Qing found out that this child was the child of a woman who lived alone in the residential building next door. He had just entered the second year of high school this year. His academic performance was average, his personality was weak and introverted, and he was transparent whether at school or at home.
But Zhou Qing didn't think so.
When she was ignored and locked out by her mother again, Zhou Qing stood in front of her leaning against the wall. The dim corridor was filled with a faint smell of smoke, and the only light source was the small silver earring in her ear.
"Kid, you don't have anywhere to go, do you want to come to my store and sleep for the night?"
The child's reaction was very slow. It took a long time before he nodded stiffly: "Okay."
From then on, Zhou Qing often asked his children to come to his store to chat with him and relieve his boredom.
As compensation, she would also help her children with homework in her free time, treat her to meals, etc.
Children are slow and respond slowly no matter what happens.
Zhou Qing asked her if the food was delicious. She swallowed the rice slowly and nodded saying it was delicious.
Zhou Qing asked her if her phone was fun. She looked at the single phone interface and said it was fun.
Zhou Qing asked her if she looked good. She slowly approached her, put her arms around her waist, buried her head in her chest, and said in a low voice: "Good-looking, smells good."
Years later, when Zhou Qing looked through the photo album and saw a photo of her and her little girlfriend in high school, she sighed: "Beast! How can such a well-behaved child be attacked?"
But when she saw the furry head buried in her belly, she suddenly felt:
What happened to the beast? Such a well-behaved child must be bullied by her...
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