At 10:20 p.m., Xiang ChangKong opened the front door softly. The room was quiet, and his mother had long fallen asleep. He closed the door but didnât turn on the light, only locking the door and fastening the chain Weng ShuLi had removed before she went to bed.
There were several dishes on the square table in the living room. Xiang ChangKong stacked them together and brought it to the kitchen to wash. After cleaning up, he took a new plastic bag to replace the bag in the trash can, to be thrown away tomorrow morning.
But as he bent down to change the plastic, Xiang ChangKong hesitated. There was a letter in the can, torn in half. He was familiar with the color and style of the envelope.
His mouth pursed as he took the envelope out.
And sure enough, it was an envelope from the Aircraft Institute.
The mailing address was uniformly printed, with the words âXiang ChangKongâ stark at bright.
His lips thinned even more. After standing still for a long while, he switched off the kitchen light and brought the letter pieces back to his room.
Turning a small bedside lamp on, he brought the two pieces of ripped paper back together.
âChangKong,
The enrollment for graduate students in the Aircraft Institute is starting soon. There are two places for the flight design major. I donât know if you know any of this, so I printed the enrollment brochure and mailed it to you. I know your difficulties and understand your position, but youâre still so young, and you have great talent and enthusiasm that is no less than your fatherâs. Iâve always believed that you shouldnât have to give up like this.
I attached a letter of recommendation, and hope to see you in the First Aircraft Research Institute next year.
Uncle Hou.â
Uncle Houâs letter was quite short, but Xiang ChangKong read it over and over again. He found the enrollment brochure and looked at the registration period.
October 21 to October 31.
In this silent night, a tiny sparkle lit up Xiang ChangKongâs eyes, flickering to life, before quietly, quietly, disappearing in the dark.
He folded the letter closed, opened the drawer, and placed it deep to the bottom.
The next day, Xiang ChangKong woke up early. He had a day shift today, and orders didnât start until 10:00 a.m., so he leisurely prepared breakfast at 8:30 a.m. then knocked on Weng ShuLiâs door: âMom, get up and eat.â
Weng ShuLi didnât answer, but after a while, the door opened. She went to the bathroom to wash up, then sat across from Xiang ChangKong at the table. On it was a plate of freshly fried steamed bread, and a bowl of porridge. Xiang ChangKong didnât forget to remind her to be careful about scalding herself.
Weng ShuLi didnât use a spoon and took the bowl to take small sips. Her eyes drifted to the trash can near the table. Yesterdayâs garbage had already been cleared up by ChangKong, and the trash can was now empty. Retracting her gaze. She put down her bowl and picked up her chopsticks to take a piece of fragrant bread.
The table was silent, neither of them speaking, with the only sounds coming from the utensils and their chewing. After the meal, Xiang ChangKong handed Weng ShuLiâs medicine, took the dirty dishes to the kitchen to wash, and then left to go to work.
When he arrived at work, Xiang ChangKong punched his card, then went into the locker room to change clothes.
When he entered, he saw two of his colleagues sitting together, chatting. As he walked past, Xiang ChangKong greeted them: âHello elder brother Wang, elder brother Wu.â
âLittle Xiang, youâre early.â Brother Wang was a middle-aged man with a slightly large figure. Looking especially blessed today, he looked toward Xiang ChangKong and smiled: âI was just talking about you with Brother Wu.â
Lifting the corner of his mouth, Xiang ChangKong asked as he opened his locker: âWhat were you saying?â
âThe ranking, ah. You deliver the fastest, and your ratings are all positive too. Donât you think little Zhangâs eyes are getting less and less friendly these days?â
Little Zhang had been on top of the rankings before Xiang ChangKong started working.
With a small chuckle, Xiang ChangKong replied: âYouâre overthinking things. Everyoneâs working hard, doing their jobs properly.â
Brother Wang replied: âDonât work too hard though, especially during deliveries. Instead of speed, you should pay more attention to keeping safe when you drive around.â
âI know. Thank you for reminding me, Brother Wang.â
âBut Iâm curious, youâve only been here for two months, how did you rise to the top so quickly? Other newcomers would take at least a month to remember the terrain and wouldnât be able to deliver a lot of orders. You were the same when you started, the number of deliveries you handled was relatively low.â
Brother Wu, who had been listening couldnât help but exclaim: âHow can that be, I saw his delivery area before and wow, it was such a dense and complicated area, more complicated than any subway map. If it had been any other newcomer, they wouldâve just cried on the spot.â
Taking out his uniform, Xiang ChangKong shut his locker as he replied: âIâve always had a good memory ever since I was a kid. I can basically remember anything after looking at it a few times. As for my deliveries, I usually refer to the map when I have a single order, but I donât bother looking at it when I have a lot of orders coming through.â
Brother Wu squinted: âYou remember all your routes?â
âWell, I usually just calculate the distance and time myself, then plan the shortest route to improve efficiency.â
Brother Wu and Brother Wand looked at each other for 2 seconds before Brother Wu exclaimed: âThis is what a college studentâs brain is like. Heâs likeâŚwhatâs that wordâŚa high-end player?â
With a âbah,â Brother Wang corrected him: âCome one, not every college student is this smart. My eldest nephew is a college student, but heâs no smarter than me.â
Putting on a coat, Xiang ChangKong smiled and said: âBrother Wang, Brother Wu, Iâll be going first.â
âAlright. Itâs windy today, do you have a mask? If you donât remember to buy one next time.â
âGot it.â
When Xiang ChangKong left, Xu Lian had also just left her home. Her shop doesnât open until 10:00 a.m., so she would usually run around her neighborhood for half an hour when she gets up. She didnât live very far from Starlight Park and could usually drive to work in 20 minutes if there wasnât any traffic.
Today, her small employee showed up in front of the store door on time. Seeing Xu Lianâs car approaching, she waved her hands to say hello. Xu Lian parked her car not far from her store, then walked over to unlock the door.
âBoss was the store busy yesterday?â
âNot too bad.â
âSo what did you eat yesterday? It wouldnât happen to be the chicken leg set again, would it?â As Zhang GuoEr said this, she poked the otherâs arm, âTell the truth, are you always ordering the chicken set just to see that takeaway boy?â
Xu Lian, who had walked in, paused then looked back at her: âWhy, is it the same takeaway boy that delivers every time?â
Zhang GuoEr: ââŚ.â
OK, just pretend I never asked.
âThey all wear the same clothes and hats, how can I recognize the person?â Xu Lian didnât care.
Zhang GuoEr didnât agree at all, pouting her lips she said: âThat takeaway boy was whiter than the others! I wanted to ask him what sunscreen he uses!â
âOh.â
âAnd he looks good. Donât you think his eyes look particularly deep and melancholy? He could be the second male lead in an idol drama.ââI didnât notice.â Xu Lian finally stopped and turned to look at the girl properly: âDo you have a crush on him?â
âHey, hey.â Zhang GuoEr laughed heartily before taking out a small black notebook from her backpack. Waving it towards Xu Lian, she replied: âI donât have a crush, I just listed him as observation target No. 0123.â
Xu Lianâs gaze landed on the small notebook. The words â1000 Facesâ were written in white ink, making the words particularly eye-catching. Xu Lian didnât say anything else, merely turning to go upstairs.
Zhang GuoEr took back her hand and opened the small notebook. At the bottom of No. 0121, she wrote: âToday, the boss was as cool as ever.â Then she drew a frowning face.
Zhang GuoEr was a senior majoring in drama, film and television literature in the Film Academy. She had a great dream of collecting 1,000 different people as materials and recording their personalities and actions in her small notebook as a reference to any future characters she might write.
Xu Lian was also one of the people she observed.
When she had come in for the job interview, she had told this to Xu Lian, and Xu Lian didnât care.
Because the store opened at 10:00 a.m., morning didnât take to long to end. It wasnât long before Zhang GuoEr ran upstairs to ask Xu Lian what she would want to eat for lunch. Xu Lian was in the middle of waxing with a bubbler when Zhang GuoEr had asked her: âWhat do you want to eat for lunch?â
âI want to eat vegetables.â Zhang GuoEr chirped, âDo you want to share, so we can order a few more dishes?â
âSure.â
âThen take a look and choose what you want.â Zhang GuoEr passed her phone.
After they had ordered, Zhang GuoEr ran down and began to wait for the takeaway boy. Xu Lian stayed upstairs and continued to do her work. If the melted wax isnât placed into the molds in time, they would harden and solidify again, making any previous work done in vain.
After she had filled two molds, Xu Lian went downstairs to wash her hands. Coincidentally, the food arrived at the same time. This time, Xu Lian paid extra attention to the appearance of the younger takeaway boy but found that this person wasnât as pale as she thought.
âItâs not him.â After the little takeaway boy left, Zhang GuoEr opened the box and said to Xu Lian, âIt was a different person that delivered today. Next time the little brother with melancholy eyes and pale skin comes to do the delivery, Iâll call you.â
âI didnât really want to see him.â
Zhang GuoEr squinted: âI saw you peek at that person just now.â
Xu Lian picked up her chopsticks and decided to just stop communicating with her.
Then, her phone vibrated on the table. Xu Lian shoved her chopsticks into her mouth and took the phone.
Senior High School Leader: Xu Lian, weâre planning a class reunion, are you interested in participating?
Xu Lian immediately wrote ânot interested,â but then deleted the sentence and wrote âI donât have the timeâ before sending it.
Senior High School Leader: Are you busy with work? But we havenât decided when to have the reunion. Iâll inform you when we have a definite date. Try to come, we all havenât gathered for a long time.
Xu Lian: Letâs see then.
Senior High School Leader: OK. By the way, why arenât you in the high school group?
Xu Lian: Iâm not? Maybe I accidentally got removed?
Senior High School Leader: Then Iâll add you back in later.
ââŚ..â Xu Lian thought that she should probably get âaccidentallyâ kicked out again later.
âBoss, who is it?â Zhang GuoEr looked at her curiously. Xu Lian glanced at her before putting her phone back on the table: âMy high school leader asked me if I was interested in attending a class reunion.â
âOh. Iâm guessing youâre definitely not interested.â According to her observations of Xu Lian these past few months, her boss rarely participated in any sort of social activities, and she had never seen a friend visit, Xu Lian. Well, except for No. 0122.
Xu Lian: âIâm really not interested.â
Zhang GuoEr shook her head: âBoss, you canât keep doing this. A few days ago I saw a post criticizing the young people of today, saying that they stay at home all the time, not socializing, how can they find boyfriends and girlfriends?â
âHow absurd.â Xu Lian snorted: âThe fact that I donât go out, donât socialize, just means that I like playing by myself. It means that Iâd rather be alone.â