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In the early winter morning, the north wind was bitingly cold. It was almost six o’clock, and people were talking from time to time near the bus station beside the highway outside the village, but no one knew how many people were waiting for the bus, because there was no light and it was too dark. Zheng Youzhi, who was curled up in his coat, stomped his somewhat numb feet twice and made a “bang, bang” sound. He looked up and saw that there was a faint light not far away. Knowing that it was the biscuits shop owned by Old Li’s house, he walked in that direction.
Under the dim light, Lao Litou’s first pot of sesame cakes came out of the pot, he saw someone push the door in, and he was busy picking sesame cakes from a basket while he was fighting with someone. He said hello: “You are here just right, the sesame seed just out of the pan.”
“It’s me, Uncle Li. Bring me two sesame cakes.” Zheng Youzhi said, closing the door , Came to Lao Litou and handed over the prepared one yuan.
“It’s the second baby, what are you going to do so early?” Old Head Li said, borrowed money, picked two biscuits, put them on a plate, and handed them to Zheng. Ambitious.
“Go to the provincial city and participate in the interview.” Zheng Youzhi said, taking the plate and sitting down at a table.
“It’s too cold outside, please have a bowl of tofu nao.” Old Head Li looked at Zheng Youzhi and said.
“No, I’m afraid I’ll miss the car for a while.”
“It’s okay, the cars come late these days.” Old As Li Tou said, he put a bowl of tofu brain in front of Zheng Youzhi.
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“Thank you, you are busy.” Zheng Youzhi hurriedly took out another dollar from his pocket and handed it to Old Li.
The old head Li returned to the case and continued to do his work without speaking. There was only Zheng Youzhi in the small house. He took a bite of the biscuits and drank a bite of tofu, feeling his body warmer.
“Haha, Zheng Youzhi, we met here!” Suddenly a familiar voice greeted him. He suddenly raised his head and saw a man sitting opposite him. The man was wearing thin clothes, holding a bite-in sesame seed in his hand, and a bowl of tofu brains in front of him. He looked at the man’s face carefully, and felt as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn’t remember it for a while.
“Are you?” Zheng Youzhi asked embarrassedly. http://www.guidaye.com/Ghost Story
“Oh, you don’t even know me, I am Wang Youyi 1”
“Wang Youyi, which king is Yi?” Zheng Youzhi still can’t remember.
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“Think about it, at the beginningDuring the middle of–“
Zheng Youzhi looked at the other person again, patted his forehead suddenly, and said loudly: “Wang Youyi, Sangouzi, you are Sangouzi! “
“Yes, yeah,” Wang Youyi said happily, “I’m Sangouzi. We haven’t seen each other in seven or eight years.” “
Wang Youyi, nicknamed San Gouzi, was a classmate of Zheng Youzhi when he was in junior high school. After graduating from junior high school, the two lost contact.
“Yes, yes, more than seven years. “
“Zheng Youzhi, are you going to interview at Fu Guo Company?” “
“Yes, how do you know?” “Zheng Youzhi was a little surprised. He has never told anyone about his job search in rich countries.
“Then you don’t care, anyway, I know. It just so happens that I have to go to the provincial capital to do something, let’s go together. “
“That’s great, let’s eat quickly, the car will be here in a while.” “
“Yeah. “
The two of them finished their meal, left the biscuits shop, and arrived at the bus station. There were already a lot of people waiting for the bus. After waiting for a while, Dongfang was already twilight and the car was on. The headlights came. People flocked to the car door before the car stopped. Wang Youyi pushed him up behind Zheng Youzhi. After a short time, the car closed the door and drove away.
About twenty minutes later, at a station, a few people got off. Zheng Youzhi sat down in a vacant seat. He remembered Wang Youyi, he called Wang Youyi, no one answered, he I searched around, but did not see Wang Youyi’s shadow.