Chapter 47 - Ch 47

 There is no trace of her existence.

  The old lady came home, ate, and watched TV for a while. When she opened the door to throw away the trash, she was shocked to find that the boy holding the umbrella was still standing in the corridor.

  He just stood in front of Ji Fanling's house.

  The shoulders were thin, and the frozen back was as tight as a bowstring, almost as if it was about to break.

  "Young man, haven't you left yet?"

  the old man advised, "It's too cold in the corridor. Let's go. There's nothing to see."

  Fu Yingcheng moved his lips, but didn't say anything. He just responded with difficulty and hoarsely. He let out a sound and lowered his already painful eyes.

  ...

  It turns out that there is something more painful than the death of an old friend in this world -

  you won't find out until she dies.

  She was not happy when she was alive.

  *

  Women's clothing store.

  After the clerk left, Ji Fanling lifted up her clothes in the fitting room, looked in the mirror, and turned left and right.

  She had not taken her scars seriously for a long time, so much so that she had forgotten that her body could scare people into screaming.

  Probably really...

  ugly.

  The girl arranged her clothes with an expressionless face, walked out of the fitting room, and noticed Fu Yingcheng's gaze from not far away.

  Ji Fanling felt that Fu Yingcheng was not the kind of idler who spent the whole day shopping, and he did not enjoy the process of consumption, so he simply said straightforwardly: "This is the one, what do you think?"

  Fu Yingcheng did not answer, and stood up to check out. , calmly said to the cashier: "Wrap up everything she tried just now."

  Ji Fanling turned around sharply: "Huh?"

  The clerk was stunned: "Including the short lamb jacket and dark brown fur collar you got at the beginning. Big clothes? "The white one and the long-haired one.

  Fu Yingcheng: "Yes."

  Ji Fanling: "Huh???"

  Fu Yingcheng ignored her wink at the side and continued to ask: "Are there matching pants?"

  "Yes, if they match with a coat, These are quite suitable, and the skirt is also good. Do you want to try it on in size S? "

  "No need to try it on."

  Fu Yingcheng felt a little unnoticeable in his eyes, tapping his fingertips. He knocked and interrupted, "Wrap them all up."

  Ji Fanling: "Huh???"

  "Okay, three coats, four tops, three pairs of trousers and two skirts, here. I'll take it all from you..."

  "Stop!" The girl stopped the clerk from settling the bill and tugged on Fu Yingcheng's sleeves unbearably. "Didn't you say you would only pay me one piece?"

  Fu Yingcheng looked down at her.

  His eyes were very dark, deep, and heavy, and you could clearly see your own reflection in his eyes.

  Although they have been together all the time, it is a look that looks at an old friend whom they have not seen for a long time.

  Like a lonely black statue covered with snow.

  Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment and asked strangely: "Fu Yingcheng?"

  Fu Yingcheng paused, took off the sleeve in her hand, and looked to the side.

  "...I buy clothes for the sake of my own eyes." Different from the usual obvious ridicule, this time the tone was light, but inexplicably made people feel more unhappy than ever before.

  Even reaching out to pay the bill carries a connotation that cannot be ignored.

  "——So, it's not your fault."

  *

  Ji Fanling didn't know why he was suddenly unhappy, but she discovered that Fu Yingcheng bought her a lot of clothes and pants, and then turned to a shoe store to buy them. After wearing sneakers and leather shoes, long boots and short boots, my mood subtly became a little better.

  Ji Fanling didn't know that Fu Yingcheng had heard the clerk's conversation, and it was even more impossible for him to know that Fu Yingcheng had gone to her house after her death.

  she thought.

  Could it be that Fu Yingcheng had always thought that she was ugly in every aspect, but now he finally got the chance to transform her from head to toe, so that he could finally feel at ease, right?

  Very likely.

  Ji Fanling glanced at Fu Yingcheng, who paid without changing his expression, and gradually felt numb.

  Instead of sending it up and being rejected by him, it is better to choose silence wisely.

  Besides, she had already gotten an advantage, so she had better not act like a good girl. Whatever the reason, being handed a pile of winter clothes is hard to hate.

  It feels like it will be a warm winter this year.

  The phone in his pocket vibrated. Ji Fanling took out his phone and a new text message popped up.

  There is also a WeChat friend request from Cheng Jiali.

  She was stunned for a moment and realized that the WeChat ID was bound to her mobile phone number, so Cheng Jiali followed the lead and found her.

  However, she didn't want to become Cheng Jiali's friend, so she calmly ignored it.

  The second text message was what she really cared about -

  Ji Fanling opened her eyes wide and read it twice. She couldn't help but jump up and ran to Fu Yingcheng not far away.

  She has a job!

  *

  The person who hired her was Zhao Sanchuan Food Stall on Jixing Street.

  At the end of the year, the restaurant is short of manpower, the waiters are very demanding, and the working hours are long. College students generally do not have winter vacation. Ji Fanling was successfully selected and will join the job next week.

  Working hours are from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., after a short lunch break, and then from 4:30 p.m. to 10 p.m., until all the customers have cleared out.

  The salary was ‌2,500, and the full attendance was 200, but the first month of probation period was only 1,800.

  The money is a little short, but fortunately, you can take the No. 3 bus from the entrance of Fu Yingcheng's community to Jixing Street. The round trip fare is not much, and lunch and dinner are included.

  Ji Fanling felt there was nothing to fault. After all, all she really had was a junior high school diploma. The University A student ID card could deceive others but not herself.

  After officially going to work, things were not as simple as she thought.

  Every day, she has to deliver peanuts, serve tea and water, wait for customers to order, write menus by hand, serve dishes, package, collect plates, see off guests, turn tables, sweep the floor at every opportunity, pick up trash... she is very busy. There is no time for the toilet.