June is our farewell song

Chapter 186 Fresh Orange Juice!

"What's the matter? Looks sullen."

Dressed as a waiter, with a green apron and an orange-yellow-white uniform, Si Junmo walked over with two glasses of orange juice dripping with condensation, and Chen Ge, who was wearing a black shirt, sat alone in the booth by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking at the bustling small street outside, seeing all kinds of people passing by him, the dim lights made it difficult for him to see everyone's faces clearly, but this was not what he was concerned about.

"It's nothing, it's about school." Chen Ge picked up a glass of juice, his eyes revealing a kind of fatigue and burnout.He curled his lips after taking a sip, and said to Si Junmo, "Why are you making it so sweet today?"

"Because sugar can make people forget their troubles for a short time. It's like a cheap drug. It's very effective, but it's also very addictive. But it's not a problem to eat more occasionally." Si Junmo smiled at him, this The soft-spoken man had a few crumbs in his fluffy hair, his bangs were neatly trimmed in front of his forehead, and his eyes seemed to be filled with infinite stories, dark and deep.

The wall clock on the wall was already pointing to ten ten, and Superlucky’s closing time was nine forty-five, so there were no other customers in the store, and all the tables had been cleaned up. Another employee, Ms. Chu Yu, also stepped on the He left here at the sound of ten bells coming from the big clock tower in the city center.So there were only the two of them left in the area illuminated by milky white lights.

"You have one set of theories. Could it be that you really plan to keep this store open forever?"

Chen Ge picked up the paper towel on the table and wiped his mouth. At this time, he had finished the glass of orange juice. What Si Junmo said was right. Sugar can make people forget their worries for a short time. Now his mood Much better than before.

"What? Is there anything wrong?"

Si Junmo looked at him with clear eyes, and reached out to push another glass of orange juice to Chen Ge.

"This cup is also yours. Your troubles need more than a cup of sugar water to resolve."

"But didn't you just say that drinking too much will become addictive?" Chen Ge held the rim of the cup, but did not pick it up immediately, but gently rubbed his fingers on the porcelain cup, "Or, do you just want to Am I addicted?"

"If you can get addicted to this amount, I'm afraid I'm drinking tea at the police station by now." Si Junmo grinned, "You haven't answered my question yet, I've kept this store open, what's wrong is it okay?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that I never thought you would always do this kind of work."

"What kind of job?"

"That's it for now."

"How?"

Chen Ge, who had just taken a sip, put down his glass and looked at the old friend with smiling eyes. This guy insisted on explaining everything clearly, obviously he was very clear in his heart.

"Make snacks, make drinks, be a waiter, be called around every day, face all kinds of difficult customers, deal with their harsh or weird requests, and the price you sell is so cheap, How much profit can there be, and how much is left after deducting the rent?"

"So? Isn't it enough for me to live on my own?"

"Of course, it's just that I don't think it's the kind of work that Si Junmo, who once attracted much attention, should do."

"why?"

"Because...he is excellent, an excellence that 90.00% of people can't achieve in their lifetime. Therefore, he should do something that ordinary people can't do, which is more meaningful, instead of being a person who doesn't need knowledge. It takes talent, a relatively simple job that many people can do."

"Isn't there an old saying, 360 lines, every line is the best? What's wrong with being a waiter? If there is no waiter like me, you should still feel the pressure on the trigeminal nerve, the latissimus dorsi contracted unnaturally, and the mouth. Are you dry and restless?"

"You bastard..." Chen Ge drank the second glass of orange juice, then wiped his mouth with a tissue, "Forget it, I can't say no to you, it's always been."

"That's because reason is always on my side." Si Junmo pinched the two empty cups and said as he walked towards the back kitchen, "Do you feel better now?"

"Much better. As much as you are full of nonsense, it does work most of the time."

Chen Ge turned his head and looked at his own reflection reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows. Compared with three years ago, he had experienced a lot of vicissitudes. The most obvious one should be the dozens of white hairs mixed with black.They seem to have been evacuated from the core, leaving only a bright and clear shell, which is a little less textured than the surrounding black hair.

"It's science, we're all human, we're all alike in many ways, although we're all different."

There was the sound of water being rinsed from the back kitchen, followed by two crisp slaps, and finally the sound of a dull wooden cabinet being closed.

Si Junmo came out from the back kitchen and sat down opposite Chen Ge again.

"I don't remember. I haven't been exposed to these since I went to college. I have forgotten all the biology knowledge I learned in high school."

"Really? Don't you have the so-called 'picture memory' ability? Forgetting a thing is much harder for you than remembering it. That's why that thing has been bothering you, isn't it?"

"Ahem." Chen Ge rubbed his throat and coughed a few times, "You talk so annoyingly, why is your store business still so good?"

"Is it possible that this is just your prejudice? In the eyes of many guests, I am a very talkative person."

Chen Ge smiled at him and remained silent.

"I heard from the students who came here that next week is the sports meeting, right? Isn't it a very relaxing recreational activity? Why do you look worried?"

"I understand now why Guan Zhongting always scolded us when we were preparing for the opening ceremony. He didn't have a good face, but when it was actually done, he smiled." Chen Ge pursed his lips. Work, it’s really not done by humans, it’s hard to do both sides, it’s not human inside and out.”

"If Mr. Guan knows that you finally understand his difficulties, he will be very touched."

"He is about to retire. I went to him a few days ago, but he obviously didn't want to say anything to me." Chen Ge said in a complaining tone, "Since then he has been avoiding teaching work, saying To be honest, I think he knows more than us, so I always wanted to have a good talk with him. So last winter I took the job of going to the school history library to sort out the materials, but the guy didn't say a few words to me the whole time talk."

"It's normal. No one wants to talk about that matter, and the police investigation report clearly states that Qiu Ling committed suicide. There is nothing wrong with this conclusion. Didn't we discuss it at the time, so Chen Ge, what are you still struggling with?"

"I want to know why." Chen Ge raised his head, "Si Junmo, do you know why?"

He shook his head.

"But Chen Ge, she's gone. It's been ten years. Is it really meaningful to find out what she thought at that time?"

Chen Ge also shook his head.

"I don't know, but this problem has troubled me for so many years, so I have to explain to myself no matter what."

"What an idiot, and an idiot who hasn't changed in ten years." Si Junmo said with a sigh, "It should be hopeless."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Chen Ge stood up, picked up the collar of his shirt, and walked towards the door of the store. The moment the glass door opened, he stood under the whistling wind, with his messy hair on his back. , said to the bustling night on the street, "The sweetness of that glass of orange juice is exactly the same as the orange juice in 'I like the smooth wooden floor, plenty of sunlight, and fresh orange juice with sugar'."

When the words "fresh sweetened orange juice" came to his ears, Si Junmo felt that his throat, which had been empty all the time, seemed to be blocked by something. He turned his head and looked over, and Chen Ge had disappeared into the crowd.Looking at the empty store, Si Junmo was silent for a long while as his toes rubbed gently on the smooth wooden floor.

Back in the back kitchen, there was still a little bit of freshly squeezed orange juice in the glass jar.Si Junmo poured it into a porcelain cup, no more, no less, exactly one cup, he picked it up and took a sip, the sweetness was just right, in fact, he didn't think too much about it when he made it, he just planned to add a little more sugar, maybe Get used to it.

Taking another sip, he grinned:
"Of course that sentence is about you, but I, maybe I'm an idiot too..."

(End of this chapter)