At this moment, it was on the sidewalk, and there were quite a few passers-by. Yan Lang took Rong Qian's hand and led her to a plastic stool next to him. He first led Rong Qian's hand to touch the stool, and then said, "Thank you for helping me pick up fruits. Can you sit down next to me and wait for me for a while?"

Although Yan Lang directly pulled Rong Qian's hand, his words and deeds were not frivolous and greasy, but inexplicably gave people a feeling of being respected.

After Rong Qian touched the stool, Yan Lang did not force her to sit down, and turned around and reorganized the fruit in the tricycle's bucket.

There are several plastic baskets that will be brought with you when wholesale fruits. In order to prevent the fruit from being damaged, there are tightly stitched cloth on the edges.

Yan Lang pulled a plastic bag, chose a few of each fruit, put them on and put them aside.

Rong Qian didn't know why she was sitting there obediently. As soon as she sat down, she wanted to leave with Yan Lang politely, but a guest happened to come to Yan Lang.

The guest was a woman who was going out for a walk and was about to go home. She tried to bargain while choosing fruits.

Yan Lang didn't talk much, but he didn't seem too taciturn. He occasionally replied a few simple words, but said that his own fruits are the best, and the price will naturally not be cheaper when the cost is high.

The woman naturally saw that the fruit was of good quality, but she must have been belittled in her mouth. In the end, she even added a bad skin to make her look.

Yan Lang did not brag or argue with slick words, but only smiled helplessly, and then asked his elder sister to come and take care of the business next time with a good temper.

When collecting the money, Yan Lang had added one or two more yuan to the customer. The woman was very happy and said that she would definitely come next time.

Rong Qian was not good at interrupting when the other party was doing business, and she seemed too rude to leave. After just now, she just stood up and wanted to talk, two more guests came. She probably stood by and watched for a while. She thought the fruit was good and the boss had a good temper, so she prepared to buy some.

Rong Qian stood there in a dilemma. Yan Lang, who was busy, stuffed the other half of the wrinkled orange that he had broken apart for the guests to taste into Rong Qian's hand. His movements were very natural, as if Rong Qian should have sat there waiting for him.

"Sorry, do you have any urgent matters now?"

Yan Lang sounded with some apology, mixed with the noisy sound of passers-by and fell into Rong Qian's ears.

"Boss, where did you buy your orange? Is it fresh or fresh?"

"Don't worry, sister, look at the orange stem, and you can tell how fresh it is by pinching the skin and smelling it."

"It's a little cheaper. If you don't have stall fees and shop fees like this, the cost will definitely be much lower."

"Without no stall fee, isn't it still consuming energy to avoid urban management? It's much cheaper than in fruit shops."

Yan Lang was very busy there. After answering the customer's words, he turned around and said to Rong Qian, "Hmm?", answering the question just now, waiting for Rong Qian to answer.

Rong Qian had nothing urgent matters. The blind date task had been completed. When she went back, she would just sit at home alone, or sit in the park and listen to other people's jokes and quarrels for a while. Then when the time came, she went home and prepared supper alone.

Rong Qian pursed her lips and shyly smiled, shook her head, and sat back with the half-cold orange in her hand, "No urgent matter, you can do it first."

Yan Lang turned around and went busy again.

There are more people getting off work. After a while, it’s time for students to leave school. Students in groups of three or three pass by here. A man and a woman in love who have finally gotten out of the busy work day made an appointment to go out for a walk and chat. After a while, supper can be solved in the snack street in front. It is both cheap and delicious, and it also has a romance of fireworks.

Rong Qian felt a little thirsty, so she leaned against the inside, groped with her hands and pulled out a petal of orange from the half of the skinned orange and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweet smell filled her mouth.

A slightly cool river breeze blew, and Yan Lang, who was busy, naturally pulled the coat on the bench on the front of the tricycle and put it on Rong Qian's shoulder. He reminded him to "put it on", and he pulled it away before Rong Qian could reply.

Feeling the warmth that the body felt when the cold wind was blocked, listening to the noisy sounds and smelling the various snacks that had begun to permeate the air, Rong Qian swallowed the oranges in her mouth, feeling that it was good to sit here and smelled very much, and she had a taste of life. She could also pretend that there was a portion of her in this lively scene.

Yan Lang didn't ask Rong Qian to wait too long. For about forty minutes, Yan Lang's cell phone vibrated. Yan Lang took out his cell phone and looked at it. He copied it and forwarded it to several other people. Then he sent the last guest away and started to pack the fruit basket and cover it with canvas.

Not many people are buying fruits at this moment, and many of them have gone to the snack street. Even if some customers want to buy it, they will turn to the fruit stall next to them when they see Yan Lang's actions.

There are also many people selling fruits here, and this kind of place is not sold by regular customers. Since you don’t sell it, there will naturally be someone else to sell it.

"Rong Qian, sorry, it's delayed your time so long. Where did you live? Do you need me to send you? Although there is only a tricycle to ride."

Yan Lang opened the back of the tricycle and buckled the door that extended into a placing platform, and smiled at Rong Qian.

Although Rong Qian couldn't see this smile, she could hear it from the sound of his speech.

Rong Qian quickly stood up, holding a cane in one hand and pinching the oranges that had not been eaten yet, "No need, I can take the bus at the next station and go home directly, the distance is not too far."

After hesitating for a moment, Rong Qian asked in a low voice, "Did you close the stall so early? Was it sold out?"

This statement is a bit inconsistent with the conversation between strangers, so Rong Qian was a little hesitant before saying it.

Yan Lang seemed not to notice that Rong Qian was too sensitive and smiled casually, "Not yet, but today's income is about to be equal. The urban management will come in a while."

He didn't continue to say that he wanted to send Rong Qian home, "Then I'll take you to wait for the car, I'm fine anyway."

It's just a few steps away, and it's nothing to give it away.

The hair in Rong Qian's ear drooped down and touched her lips. Rong Qian wanted to change half of the orange into the hand holding the cane and freed up her hand to stop breaking her hair. A dry and warm hand reached over and took half of the orange on her hand, and the sound of a plastic bag sounded.

"I have filled you with a few orange apples and bananas. The bananas are more ripe. Remember to eat them as soon as possible after you go back. Don't keep more apples. It will almost turn powder and not taste good after two days."

Rong Qian turned her hair away and quickly refused. Yan Lang smiled and hung the bag directly on her wrist. "In this society, there are not many people who can stop and help people pick up things. Just think it's me for your kindness. Anyway, this fruit is not worth much money."

Rong Qian found that Yan Lang seemed to love laughing, and she was curious about what a person like this would smile.

This kind of curiosity flashed by, and people who love to laugh will always be more likely to infect others. Rong Qian's originally lost mood has long been replaced by shallow pleasure. Perhaps helping others can really reap happiness.

"If you can say so well when selling fruits, your business will definitely be better."

Rong Qian raised her eyes and smiled at Yan Lang's direction, her mouth raised and her eyes bent into a gentle curve.

It was not a bright smile, but Yan Lang felt warm in his heart when he saw it.

This world is unfamiliar to Yan Lang, but familiar, just like standing in a glass bottle, only a layer of glass from the outside world, within reach but out of reach.

Even though he has gentle parents and friends who have known each other since junior high school, he has a certificate of school from school at home, and there is a group of high school to college on his mobile phone. Everyone can say a few words in it, but one day Yan Lang opened his eyes and woke up, and inexplicably felt that he was out of place with the whole world.

"Brother, you're finally here in the second phase!"

The man, Erxiong, just heard the reason why he was depressed, laughed so hard that he rolled on his bedroom bed. Finally, he patted his shoulder and said, "After the end, he was still gnawing on the dinner table, chewing on the pork ribs burned by his mother, while comforting his parents not to worry too much."

Yan Lang thought that it might be that the rebellious period of the second-year middle school period was coming. After all, in my memory, I had a very good temper when I was young. Even a guy like Xiong Gang could get a hand, and it lasted for more than ten years. Maybe he had a very good temper and finally rebounded now.

The bus station is not far away, but it will take a few minutes to walk over. Yan Lang pulled Rong Qian onto the tricycle.

Fortunately, the bench in front is a long strip, and it was carefully wrapped by Yan's mother, which was not uncomfortable to sit.

Rong Qian hadn't taken such a car, so at most something happened to her bicycle while she was in school.

Tricycles are the kind of pedals. The money earned by selling fruits is either that they can’t afford to buy an electric tricycle, but Yan Lang likes the feeling of slowly making the wheels roll when they step on and close.

Yan Lang didn't say much, quietly pedaled the bike and struggled to pass the sidewalk, then arrived at the back of the awning of the bus station, parked the tricycle, and pulled Rong Qian out of the car.

When Rong Qian stepped onto the ground, Yan Lang took his hand back, turned to the front with Rong Qian, and waited for the car with the others.

"You go first, I'll wait here for a while and the car is about to come."

Rong Qian leaned her watch to her ear and pressed a button. After listening to the time, she raised her hand and took the men's coat on her shoulder and handed it over, and advised Yan Lang to leave first.

Yan Lang looked at the two flushings on Rong Qian's white face and a little embarrassed expression. He did not insist on accompanying her anymore. He took his coat and said "goodbye" and left.

Rong Qian let out a breath, covered her face with her empty right hand, letting the coolness on her hands reduce the heat on her face.

Since her eyes couldn't see it, although Rong Qian calmly accepted the gaze of others on the surface, if someone who knew her saw her abnormalities, although it would not be embarrassing, Rong Qian still felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

If Yan Lang had been here all the time, he would definitely see her fumbled and slowly got into the car and checked in. That would be too embarrassing.

This is a very good person. Although Rong Qian knew that there might not be a chance to meet in the future, she couldn't help but hope to leave a good impression on each other.

After waiting for a while, Rong Qian heard the sound of the bus arrival and the route reported by the female voice, and quickly clasped her cane and followed the crowd to get on the bus.

Someone squeezed her away next to her, but a young girl helped her, "Be careful, why are you squeezing? Anyway, there is no place to sit in the car now, so you are rushing to reincarnate?"

The girl cursed, turned her head and separated the person next to her and asked Rong Qian to get in the car first.

Rong Qian called in as she felt that she turned her head and smiled and thanked the girl. The girl smiled happily and pulled Rong Qian to squeeze into the window, allowing Rong Qian to grab the railing smoothly, "You're welcome, you smiled at me one more time, it looks so good to smile."

Rong Qian blushed, but she still smiled at the other party shyly. Her obedient and soft look made the girl very happy. She felt that the anger she suffered from the bullshit client today was diluted.

Although Rong Qian encountered many things that made her sad after her eyes could not see, she also met many good people, just like Yan Lang, just like this unknown young girl, this made the warmth in Rong Qian's heart never disappear.

"Hey, the handsome guy next to him who was riding a tricycle is so funny. He still had to rest halfway. I saw him resting several stops with the bus."

A girl next to her saw something interesting, and smiled and pulled her companion and pointed at the man who was resting next to the bus.

Rong Qian imagined the scene and felt it was indeed a bit funny. She bent her lips and her eyes were dull and smiled out the window.

Outside the car window, Yan Lang saw Rong Qian smile, and the corners of his mouth were involuntarily raised. He turned around and pulled the collar of his coat. The old god was waiting for the bus to set off again, and he also rode his bicycle to follow slowly on the non-motorized vehicle lane next to him.

The author has something to say: Ah, I also want such a soft and well-behaved best friend. If that happens, I will definitely move my computer to get her nest and take the initiative to be her guide dog. I still have the kind of IQ that can use tools to communicate with the outside world.
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