Wen Yu walked into the convenience store at five in the morning because he had insomnia, and the convenience store was the only place with lights on within a three-kilometer radius.
He bought a bottle of water, walked to a seat by the window and sat down. He didn't talk or play with his mobile phone, and just watched the gray sky outside the window light up little by little. The night clerk behind the cashier never took the initiative to talk to him. He only straightened the things on the counter when he left every morning - straightened the crooked pen holder, wiped the water stains on the countertop, and neatly coded the scattered coins in the change box.
Wen Yu noticed this man because of his hands. Long, with distinct joints, and there is always a little pencil dust embedded in the nails.
Later, Wen Yu discovered that when he came every day, there would be a glass of warm water on the high stool next to the cashier. No one said it was for him. But the temperature is just right, not hot or cold. The first time he drank, he and the cashier were the only two people in the store. He didn't say thank you. The cashier didn't look at him either.
Three months later, Wen Yu began to bring two loaves of bread to work every day - one to eat by himself and one to put on the cashier, wrapped in plastic wrap and with a note next to it, with only the date written on it.
Until one day he walked into a convenience store and found another person standing behind the cashier.
The man said that Chen Yu had to work early today and would only come in the afternoon. Wen Yu was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's his name?"
"Chen Yu. You don't know?"
He doesn't know. They spent three hours together in the same space every day, and spoke no more than twenty words in total. He didn't even know each other's name. But he brought a loaf of bread for this man every day for forty-seven days.
He changed his shift that afternoon and walked into the convenience store for the first time outside the early morning hours.
Chen Yu stood behind the cashier, and the pen in his hand stopped when he saw him.
Wen Yu put the thermos cup on the countertop, with a piece of paper pressed at the bottom of the cup. There are only five words on the paper:
"My name is Wen Yu."
Chen Yu looked down for a long time. Then he put the piece of paper into his sketchbook, looked up at Wen Yu, and said in a very soft voice:
"I know."
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