At dusk.

Outside the cake shop.

Tang Hong was stunned for a while, and the twilight steamer emitted a lot of afterglow behind him. The sky was golden and the air cooled a little, making the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows of the cake shop dyed the sunset color.

Unparalleled beauty.

On the inside of the floor-to-ceiling window, a girl with berets, holding her chin with her hands, delicate facial features, and a small and delicate face.

It seems that the people in the painting are a bit unreal because they are so beautiful.

"I met her again."

A few words popped up in Tang Hong's mind.

Then I thought: "This is the natural beauty that does not require photo editing and beauty."

Tang Hong took a deep breath, looked at his free expression, took out his mobile phone, logged into the Xianyu APP, and asked where the third seller was now.

"I'm in a cake shop, by the window, wearing a light cyan hat."

“…”

Seeing this passage, Tang Hong's eyes hopped, looked at the chat records, read them carefully, and suddenly looked up: "I'm lucky enough to meet you?"

Surprised and happy.

All characteristics are in line with.

The third buyer is the Beret girl.

'etc.'

‘She must have seen those product labels, and she didn’t want it to be given by a licking dog…what would she think of me?’

Suddenly I felt nervous, and then I felt strange, what was wrong with me?

After laughing silently, Tang Hong said inwardly: "How great it is to be alone. I didn't want to get out of singleness, and I didn't want to do anything to her."

Why do you feel guilty?

Furthermore.

The things he sells are all men's styles, so she can't buy them for herself, probably they have a boyfriend.

"Sell the stuff first."

From surprise to uneasy, and from funny to calmness, all the complex thoughts flashed through my heart. In just a few seconds, Tang Hong faintly realized that the strengthening of will is indeed beneficial to the consciousness of thinking.

Will will not shine or attract attention, and willpower is more like inner practice.

He pushed the door open and walked to the girl in Beret.

She looked up,

His dark and clear eyes, without blinking, stared straight at Tang Hong.

Everything sounded like a sudden departure in the cake shop.

There was no emotional change in those eyes.

"Salted fish?"

Tang Hong shook the bags containing two pure cotton scarves.

"Yes."

The girl in Beret responded with a brisk voice, tilted her head, and smiled: "When you are like this, you can hang things online and sell them, will you not be angry?"

"No, because there is no." Tang Hong shrugged.

"In this era, who can see without a special label? If no one looks at it, no one will buy it... In fact, the clothes I sell are all exchanged for points, and if they don't change, it will be wasted."

The girl in Beret was so happy as she listened.

"It's wrong to cheat."

"I know."

Tang Hong did lie.

Even though he didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Look at it." Tang Hong handed over the bag.

"Yeah...no problem." The girl from Beret glanced at the color of her scarf, lifted up her hair in her ears, and clicked to confirm the receipt.

“OK.”

Tang Hong nodded and stood up and left.

"Hey, wait, I'll go out too." The girl from Beret carried a small cake and left the cake shop, pursing her lips and laughed: "It's so strange, I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Tang Hong looked at the girl.

"Um."

He thought for a while and said, "No, I can't remember it."

The girl asked again, "Why are you going back?"

“Ride a bike.”

Tang Hong hid the car keys by a tragic act, swept away a small yellow car, and rode back to school along the roadside.

'wrong.'

‘The car is parked in another direction.’

Tang Hong was about to cry without tears. Why did he still not understand the truth that beauty is all red and pink skeletons? His will wasted.

After riding for more than ten minutes, Tang Hong turned back.

The car was parked on the side road of Yunhai University of Art. When I stopped just now, there were two cars in front and behind. But now there were two empty seats in front and one empty seat in the back.

"call."

Tang Hong let out a sigh, gently parked the small yellow car on the sidewalk next to him, and prepared to get into the big yellow car.

Wow.

Like the sound of leaves.

In fact, the soles of the shoes were rubbed over the roadside sand and gravel, and the sound came into his ears.

Tang Hong glanced casually and was shocked. A huge crisis suddenly arose in his heart, and even his muscles were tense. He looked at Zhang Jing with caution.

‘Oops.’

‘Why is this guy here? He is waiting for me specifically? Preparatory level extraordinary, Tiansheng organization, Zhang Jing!’

Obviously.

A short young man, Zhang Jing from the Tiansheng organization, just stood behind the tree, but he didn't notice it.

"Tang Hong."

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes: "It seems you know me."

This sentence is not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

"How did you know me?" Zhang Jing's face looked like a ghost, and he smiled in a twisted manner: "Is it the extraordinary that day that day is just around the corner?"

Tang Hong nodded and said nothing.

Once this kind of emergencies occurs, the more you say, the more you do, the faster you die. No one knows which sentence or word will make Zhang Jing crazy.

He still remembered that in the teahouse in the alley that day, Fan Yu's face changed: the longer the person who was only one step away from the extraordinary, the more unstable his mentality became.

"Are you nervous?"

"How can I be alert to me?"

Zhang Jing grinned his yellow teeth and smiled strangely, as if he had seen something shameful: "Why are you so vigilant? Don't you know... am I an extraordinary person!"

"Extraordinary!"

"Do you understand what the extraordinary means?"

Tang Hong's pupils shrank, what does it mean to be extraordinary, and what does it mean to be unafraid of being extraordinary?

Pang!!

Without any warning, Tang Hong subconsciously punched Zhang Jing, as if it were natural trajectories, and his perfectly coordinated left fist blocked Zhang Jing, but a terrible force surged from the opposite side.

Tang Hong took five steps in a row.

"kindness!?"

Zhang Jing stood there in a daze.

The summer breeze blew by, and the cicadas screamed, and the distorted smile gradually turned into a complex color.

"The chopping fist... is the chopping fist... is the extraordinary practice method." Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly became clear and he breathed heavily.
To be continued...