Her Sniper

"Wen Shi Shi."

Lu Xiao did not continue to call her Miranda, but called her real name.

"Do you want to tell me euphemistically that you refused me again?"

Full of words in my heart, Wen Shishi did not know how to explain to him.

A lot of words have been said to him before, and if we talk about them again, they are even more feeble.

Lu Xiao sighed: "I don't understand. Why..."

"Lu Xiao, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm afraid you'll say sorry and thank you to me. It sounds like a stranger, not even a friend."

"If you still want to, we can always be friends. If you want to, we can be strangers. I can do anything. You can decide."

Lu Xiao was so angry that he wanted to smash the wall: "OK, I hang up, that's it."

"Lu Xiao, are you really OK?"

"I need some time to slow down," Lu Xiao's voice returned to indifference: "in this way, you come back early, don't stay out too long, that's it."

The phone was hung up decisively.

Wen Shishi looked at the black mobile phone screen, thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

The cashier's uncle had been waiting for her to finish the call, smiling with a smile: "beautiful lady, your things have been settled, a total of 32 euros."

Wen Shishi came back and nodded, "OK."

Keep your head in your wallet.

But

She didn't have enough cash. She had only a few coins.

"Excuse me, can I swipe the card here?"

"Ha ha ha, you are so humorous, miss. I don't have a POS machine here. I can't brush it."

Wen's poems are in a bit of a dilemma.

The uncle saw her embarrassment: "didn't you bring enough money?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Wen Shishi picked rice and eggs and pushed other vegetables back. "I don't want these. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Ding Ling, is a small supermarket door was pushed open, someone came in.

I'm also an acquaintance.

Her neighbor.

The residents of room 2306 just passed by in the elevator.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asked the uncle.

The man's eyes glanced at the things that Wen Shishi put on the cash register. "Just give me another copy of all the things she chose. Thank you."

Uncle nodded, slightly fat body from the cashier inside came out, to help take things inside: "Mr. also ready to cook?"? Many Chinese people are not used to our food and choose to make their own. Most of them come to buy things here. "

The man said, "it's not that I can't get used to the food here, it's just that Suddenly I miss my wife's craftsmanship

"Well, your wife must be a very good cook."

"Yes, the food she cooked was delicious."

Uncle found all the things and walked back slowly. His smiling eyes looked very friendly: "I can see that you must love your wife very much. Didn't you bring her with you this time

"No chance." The man said vaguely, opened his wallet and asked, "how much is it altogether?"

"It's 32 euros in all," he said, without scanning the label.

The man took out a 100 euro bill from his wallet and handed it to him: "keep the change."

Uncle took the note, "thank you."

"No," the man looked at Wen Shishi before he went out with his things. He asked in English gentlely, "do you need any help?"

Wen Shishi shook his head: "no, thank you."

"Why don't you use it?" the uncle said hurriedly, "this beautiful lady doesn't have enough money. She is worried. It happens that this gentleman pays more. These vegetables will be regarded as helping you settle the bill. You can take them away. "

Wen Shishi repeatedly waved his hand: "how can this work? No way. "

In Europe, tipping is a culture, as for how much is a etiquette.

To be sure, men tip more than the items themselves, obviously more than normal.

But no matter how much, he gave it to uncle. She had no reason to take advantage of it.

"Chinese?" Men pick eyebrows.

Wen Shishi didn't notice that his voice was so rough.

It's not bad, but it's not.

In fact, after the fire three years ago, her vocal cords were also burned, but it was not too serious, just slightly changed the timbre, which was different from before, but it didn't sound different.

But the man's voice was a bit of a surprise.

His voice really doesn't match his handsome appearance.She nodded, "yes, I'm Chinese."

The man nodded, took out a 100 euro note from his wallet, handed it to him, and said in English, "I paid for this lady."

Uncle waved his hand: "don't give so much, 100 yuan is enough."

The man hooked his lips and said, "a good man deserves a good reward."

Uncle can only accept with a smile, and then quickly help her put all the items in the kraft paper bag, into her arms: "thank you for coming, good people will get good reward."

At this point, Wen Shishi had to accept things, and then thanks to the uncle and the man respectively.

Out of the small supermarket, outside has been a little cold.

The streetlights were so dim that I couldn't see the ground clearly.

"This is the old block of Rome. The equipment is in disrepair, so it's messy at night," the man said in Chinese. "It's dangerous for a woman to come out."

Wen Shishi thanks with a smile: "I know. I just came out to buy some materials."

"Porridge?"

"Yes, green vegetables and lean meat porridge. There's no way. You can't buy preserved eggs in Rome. They probably think preserved eggs are dark food. "

The man also simply hooked his lips: "many of our Chinese food foreigners can't understand, it's just cultural differences. You live in room 2307, right? I just saw you in the elevator

"Yes,"

"Oh, it's you."

"What's the matter?"

"Don't want to exchange rooms with me," the man was a little disappointed: "I didn't expect to be a Chinese, it's really a coincidence."

Wen Shishi also understood: "venture to ask, why are you so attached to the room number 2307? Is there any special significance? "

The man closed his eyes, without a trace of expression, "no, just like it."

Into the hotel, take the elevator upstairs.

They walked along the long corridor and swiped their cards into rooms 2306 and 2307.