After looking at the noisy crowd in the distance, Zhou Zhigan subconsciously shrank his neck. The young man who was about to go to the construction site tightened the scarf on his neck. The New Year is approaching, and there are more and more peers on the road. It is driving the business of the audio store to get better and better. At the same time, he is also very troubled by a guy who likes quietness like him.

Walking through the street, through the alley, and pushing open the store door, the young man waved to the senior standing at the counter: "Senior Yu, sorry, I'm late."

"Ah, it's okay, you're actually here just right." The middle-aged man nodded and stopped the record machine that was playing "autumn love": "The boss and his wife went out for a trip. You and I looked at the store. It's 164 pm. Xiao Zhao will come to pick you up at 55 tomorrow morning, and then the old time, do you know?"

"I know, senior." Watching this person leave, Zhou Zhigan went to the lounge to change into employee uniforms. The young man who likes quiet by nature has squandered a lot of effort to find this job. Although his salary is not as good as other positions, he has the most suitable conditions for him.

Even if guests come in, they will never make noise, let alone laugh and scold.

The wind chime on the store door was pushed when the door opened, making ding notes. Zhou Zhigan raised his head and found that the lady was standing in front of the store.

"Madam, sorry, senior just left." Zhou Zhigan knew this woman. Her surname was Han. She was a very outstanding woman with a very outstanding family background, a very outstanding appearance and a very outstanding husband.

But for some reason, Mr. Zhou Zhigan felt that the lady in front of her was unhappy. She looked at the store and finally nodded: "Is there any new record?"

"No, madam, the store manager is not here recently." Zhou Zhigan answered honestly and dealing with such a music-loving wife. Being honest will only make him laugh.

"...Okay, then see you next time, young man."

The lady left the store, Zhou Zhigan turned around and pressed the time note button on the electronic watch.

The record player has changed into a new record. It is not the paradise cinema that my predecessors like the most, but the strange notes, the strange beats, and the time on the electronic watch have arrived for 4 seconds. The store door was pushed open again. This time, the girl who walked in was a quarter-similar to the lady. She looked at everything in the store until she noticed Zhou Zhigan's existence.

At the same time, a hoarse and magnetic voice came from the record machine.

‘No farewell has been forever.’

"Where is that middle-aged man?" she asked.

What time has this been? At the forty seconds after the wife came, the girl would always come to the store on time.

With such doubts and helplessness, Zhou Zhigan shook his head: "Senior has something to do this time, and he has left."

‘When will we see each other again without an appointment?’

The girl frowned, as if considering the reliability of Zhou Zhigan's words, while the young man smiled: "It's useless if you don't believe me. Senior has really left. If you don't believe me, you can go to the lounge to take a look."

"...I don't believe you." She shook her head, then nodded again: "Are you new here? I've always seen you when I came here several times."

‘Red dream, white night.’

"Yes, I've just been two months old." Zhou Zhigan nodded, then shook his head: "You still don't believe me very much, I can see."

"...You are a dog's nose." The girl frowned. The wrinkles with the character "chuan" seemed to be able to kill even insects, but in the end, she defeated Zhou Zhifan's business smile: "You guy is really annoying."

‘Two worlds cannot be surpassed.’

"I'm just telling a fact." Zhou Zhigan said, taking out a box of milk from the counter every time the girl came, the senior always used this cheap milk to entertain her. Zhou Zhigan didn't know the relationship between this girl and her senior, but it seemed that the two had a good relationship, and they felt a bit of love, killing and resentment: "By the way, do you want milk this time?"

'Who will change everything?'

"Okay, sometimes it's quite a novel experience to get in touch with this kind of bargain." The girl smiled and sat in front of the counter.

Zhou Zhigan took out two clean cups, poured milk for her and herself, and then took out the sugar cube: "Do you want it?"

‘I feel reluctant to leave, the lingering love.’

"Okay, I like candy cubes, but the old housekeeper always says that this thing is not good and I won't let me eat it. Don't tell me." The girl warned with a serious face.

"If you let the old housekeeper know that I will give you this, I'm afraid I will be skinned and cramped." Zhou Zhi's face was fucked and I was not mentally retarded.

‘The sounds sing in heaven and earth.’

"By the way, what's the name of this song? Why have I never heard it? It's in Chinese?" the girl turned her head and looked at the record machine and asked.

"I don't know, but I can read the system records." Zhou Zhigan looked through the record machine system and confirmed the name of the song: "Goodbye, what a strange name, I'll look at the comments."

‘Tell me, miss you.’

After confirming the comments, Zhou Zhigan raised his head: "The theme song of East Wind and Rain, produced in the Middle Ages, in the early 21st century."

"Dongfengyu sounds quite literary and artistic, and the lyrics are quite artistic, but I think we can't understand the mentality of the person who wrote this song at the beginning." The girl sighed and looked at Zhou Zhigan: "You guy is quite handsome."

"It's not good to be a good meal." Zhou Zhi smiled dryly, a young man who never thought he was handsome and useful told the truth.

‘The smoke of gunpowder dissipates, the sea breeze stops crying.’

"It sounds like telling the war in the Middle Ages... Ah, why do I have to think about what the meaning of music that has three hundred years of age is now? This thing won't even be tested in history." The girl complained while raising her milk cup: "Thank you for the hospitality."

"No need to thank me, thank you senior, it seems that he has calculated that you are coming today." Zhou Zhi smiled dryly and corrected the girl's words: "Tell me, are you a couple?"

‘The beauty has gone.’

The girl looked at Zhou Zhigan and retorted in a very disgusting tone: "You are handsome, but I didn't expect you to be a blind man."

Zhou Zhigan laughed: "Because I always see you chatting with my seniors, I have this question."

‘You are on the other side, waiting for my return.’

"I asked him because I was worried about my mother... Forget it, what's the use of telling you about this? Anyway, thank you for your hospitality." The girl pouted and after drinking the milk, she jumped off the chair.

"You're welcome... By the way, I don't know your name yet." Seeing her leaving, like a devil, Zhou Zhigan asked his first question in the past two months.

‘Walking alone when I wake up from my dream.’

"Just talk to him, you failed." Turning around, the girl put her hands on her hips and said with anger.

"I... my name is Zhou Zhigan." Subconsciously, the young man responded.

‘The past is like smoke.’

Frowning, the girl exited the store and walked in again: "Are you really not picking up a conversation?"

"Have you ever seen such a failed chat?" Zhou Zhigan asked back with anger and amused.

‘It has been dusty for a long time, as if it has appeared.’

A smile appeared on the girl's face, as if she was making fun of Zhou Zhigan's stupid answer. The girl nodded: "Okay, you convinced me. I have never seen such a failed call, so my name is Han Bing. Are you satisfied now, Mr. Zhou Zhigan."

"...Thank you." I don't know how to answer, nor do I know if I should laugh, but in the end, Zhou Zhigan could only answer with a calm expression: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." As when I came in, the girl left the store with a expressionless face.

‘Red dream, white night.’

The male voice on the record machine was still singing. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass that was said to have just changed for a while, Zhou Zhigan watched the girl stand in front of a car. When the old man in a tuxedo opened the door for her, the young man noticed that she waved to him, sign language "Goodbye".

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"Hey, Zhou Zhiyao, what's wrong with you?" Mu Zeyu, who was still soaking in the bar, looked at the fried chicken that was said to be a popular one in the eyes of the prince. From the beginning of entering the bar, this guy bumped into four unlucky guys, stepped on a skeleton dog, and kicked over a dwarf zombie.

"Ah, Mr. Muze, good morning." The young man who sat in front of the counter lowered his head, and the soul fire rolled in its skull. Finally, he gave Muze the most interesting joke today.

"I think I should be in love."

After hearing his words, Muzeyu smiled so much that she was about to lift the bar ceiling.

"Why are you laughing at?!" the young man asked in anger.

"Seeing you, I think of when I was young." Muze smiled and pointed at Zhou Zhigan: "I remembered when I was a child, when I first held the girl's hand, and even thought of the conversation with her when she faced death."

Then the ribs burst into laughter.

"..." It felt like a young man who was regarded as an idiot vomited negative energy.

Can he change his deputy?

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"You must be crazy, my little Bingbing." The person in charge of the grassland elf in front of Han Bing smiled exaggeratedly: "With such a clumsy way of picking up, how could you think of telling that fool with your name?"

"Let's just be sorry for me." The girl said, noticing the cat and his girls not far away: "Speaking of it, that guy named Marceau... Wait a minute, you won't fall in love with him."

This time, the lady in charge looked like a collapsed look.

"How did you think I would like a fluffy kitten? I'm allergic to cat hair." The girl pointed at herself with a desperate look on her face: "Besides, how did you think I would like this guy who opens a harem."

"Because the kitten man is proficient in night battles, don't you Earth girls like this kind of man the most?" The lady in charge turned her head in surprise and looked at Marceau, and when she turned back, she still collapsed: "Wait a minute, don't you like it?"

"..." The girl who felt that she was getting darker and darker as she was being drawn rolled.
Chapter completed!