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深夜便利店的第365个客人
Boy In The Rain
"Ding dong!" Tonight's story is business as usual. This is a late-night convenience store open all year round - Yesterday's Convenience Store. The shelves of convenience stores are not only filled with products, but also the concerns of countless strangers who have nowhere to put them. All kinds of guests stop here for a short time. Or the programmer who just finished working overtime bought a can of beer and a decision; or the lady in a wedding dress chose a wrench and a pack of popping candies; or the old man who always showed up at three in the morning, just looking for a "memory flavor" drink that has been discontinued... Every customer is an unopened book; every purchase is the title page of a story. As the manager of yesterday's convenience store-perhaps the silent recorder who always smiled, or perhaps the convenience store itself-we do not judge, but quietly provide a hot food, a warm drink, a greeting, and leave you a light without saying thank you in this city wrapped in cold buildings. When morning comes, the stories will be carefully filed away. So, in countless lonely late nights, this convenience store became a warm legend in the city: "If you have something on your mind and nowhere to go, you might as well go there and sit. It doesn't ask where you come from, but it will understand."
"Ding dong!" Tonight's story is business as usual. This is a late-night convenience store open all year round - Yesterday's Convenience Store. The shelves of convenience stores are not only filled with products, but also the concerns of countless strangers who have nowhere to put them. All kinds of guests stop here for a short time. Or the programmer who just finished working overtime bought a can of beer and a decision; or the lady in a wedding dress chose a wrench and a pack of popping candies; or the old man who always showed up at three in the morning, just looking for a "memory flavor" drink that has been discontinued... Every customer is an unopened book; every purchase is the title page of a story. As the manager of yesterday's convenience store-perhaps the silent recorder who always smiled, or perhaps the convenience store itself-we do not judge, but quietly provide a hot food, a warm drink, a greeting, and leave you a light without saying thank you in this city wrapped in cold buildings. When morning comes, the stories will be carefully filed away. So, in countless lonely late nights, this convenience store became a warm legend in the city: "If you have something on your mind and nowhere to go, you might as well go there and sit. It doesn't ask where you come from, but it will understand."