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He remembered it very clearly, her tone was full of longing, and she said to him in a very loud voice: "I hope we can watch the snow together next year. If it snows, we can build a snowman. How fun would that be!"

Jiang Haoyue watched the snow quietly for a while.

Lu Miao didn't come to him.

She might not come to him anymore.

Chapter 66

There are no poems and dreams in the distance. The distance is unfamiliar with life, and the distance is hesitation and emptiness.

Money did not come easily, and Lu Miao changed several jobs.

The first job was a restaurant worker. She was responsible for ordering and serving food; after closing, she was responsible for cleaning the dishes and helping to prepare for the new day.

The most common thing the proprietress told her was "move faster." At the end of the day, she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms, so she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.

The living conditions are very bad. There are six girls living in a 50-square-meter single apartment.

The place is too small, there is no place to put the bed, the sheets are laid directly on the floor, and the personal space is limited to the size of the sheet. Lu Miao's class was early. She had to feel in the dark when she woke up. She was very careful. If she didn't pay attention, she would step on the girl sleeping next to her.

Although there are many disadvantages and inconveniences, the rent is cheap.

After working in the restaurant for a few weeks, the girl who lived with her introduced her to help with beading.

Earrings, bracelets, anklets, necklaces, all kinds of handmade jewelry, Lu Miao did it slowly when he first started, and became proficient in a few days. Beading is based on the amount of money, compared to restaurants, there is no need to run around or communicate with customers.

This live Lumiao has only been done for a week, mainly because her body can't adapt. Her eyes are uncomfortable, and the knuckles of her fingers are so hard that they will hurt.

Later, she changed to another place to live, still living together. What's better than a single apartment in a basement converted from an old garage is that it has a bed to sleep in.

In winter, it is damp and cold, and the quilt is as hard as a rock that does not heat up. The house smelled of moldy moss all year round. The woman on the upper bunk smoked and asked Lu Miao if she wanted one.

Even in a place where it was not easy for everyone, there was still a chain of contempt, and the girl whose bed was opposite her gave Lu Miao a wink. She knew what it was because of women working in indecent settings.

"Who knows if she's sick..." When the woman was not in the room, they talked behind their backs: "She wears so revealing clothes all day long, and she doesn't know what she's smoking."

It could be anything, but ordinary cheap cigarettes.

Lu Miao took the cigarette she handed over. She had never smoked this kind of thing before and coughed violently.

It was still uncomfortable even after the cigarette pinched her throat. She coughed until tears came out. She couldn't understand how this kind of thing could solve problems for others.

It was because of this opportunity that she became acquainted with women.

She introduced Lu Miao and her friends to set up a stall to sell clothes.

Work is about its own hardships, and no line is easy. It is a common thing to encounter urban management. After a few workouts, Lu Miao picked up the heavy woven bag and ran out of breath when she saw that the wind was wrong. After talking with him for more than an hour, he didn't buy anything in the end.

When doing business, you must greet people with a smile. Lu Miao spoke with a hoarse voice and laughed until her face stiffened.

The reward is that she finally saved a little money.

...

Jiang Haoyue found Lu Miao at the seaside night market in X City.

She wore an army green down jacket with a fluffy hat, tanned a lot, and looked healthy and alive.

Her trolley is very new. The plastic board is slanted with red stickers with four big characters "Sizzling Tofu", and "And Sausage" written in black oily pen next to it.

On the iron plate that sells snacks, half of the sausages are placed, and the other half are placed tofu.

The business of sizzling tofu is relatively good. It seems that the sausage has been baked for a long time, until the skin is burnt, and no one cares.

Rubbing against a dimly yellow street lamp, she lowered her head and concentrated on cooking the food. She turned the sides smoothly, sprinkled cumin and chili powder, and when she saw the appearance of the food, she knew that it would be very tasty.

When someone passed by and glanced at her booth, she would loudly greet the business: "Hello, iron plate tofu is three yuan, and grilled sausage is two yuan."

The little girl has a pair of big eyes, and she is smiling, and when she meets her eyes, passers-by can't help but smile back.

"Pack me a tofu."

She swiftly pulled out the packing box from the basket: "Do you want to put peppers, ketchup, or chopped green onion?"

"Well, put more spice."

"Okay." After packing, there was another smile: "You take it."

After being busy with business, Lu Miao moved a plastic chair and sat at the back of the booth.

Behind her is the sea of ​​X City, and there is a street in front of her with people coming and going. The street vendors did their best to attract attention, and one street was lit with five-color neon lights.

This time she was not smiling.

Across the bustling crowd, Jiang Haoyue stared at her.

He guessed what she was thinking, without conclusions.

The stall selling snacks didn't seem to belong to her alone. The busiest time had passed, and at early nine o'clock, an old woman took over the stall.

She and Lu Miao smiled and said something. The sausages that no one bought were burnt on the iron plate, and Lu Miao took a packing box and packed it away.

He watched her for three days in a row.

On the evening of the fourth day, Lu Miao walked back along the beach.

When she came to a relatively secluded place, she stopped.

Jiang Haoyue thought she was going to buy something, but she didn't. She saw a beggar.

Then she began to rummage through her trouser pockets, first digging out a one hundred yuan bill and putting it in the iron bowl in front of him.

The beggar repeatedly thanked her. She was still rummaging through her pocket, and she dug out another one hundred yuan, which she also gave to him.

Two hundred yuan, probably all the money she had.