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    ? When the first snow fell in Tianzhou in 1992, Zhao Xuejun rarely caught a cold, and his body strangely fit 100% in this strange city. The old Zhao family attributed all these achievements to the old Chinese medicine doctor.  Zhao's father invited someone to write a silk banner, and wrote "Hua Tuo is alive, and his hands are rejuvenated." On the day of sending the silk banner, they even set off firecrackers.

    Sanxin Mall finally opened a year ago, although the sixth floor is still under construction, but facing the peak sales season years ago, how could Gao Juzi let it go.  She has already mobilized the best bulk goods from all over the country, and there are even many imported high-end items, which are continuously transported from various places to Tianzhou by the trucks of the Sanxin team.

    On November 15th, the first boutique shopping mall with elevators in Tianzhou City finally fired its guns for opening. It is a foreign style thing to go to the mall to stand on and off the elevator at this time.  On the first day of opening, Zhao Xuejun stood at the cosmetics counter on the first floor, watching the cute appearance of others on the elevator all day.

    The elevator in the shopping mall that automatically sends people away has attracted many citizens to come out to have a look.  Some citizens don't buy anything at all, they just come to take the elevator.  They aimed first, or held each other's hands and jumped!  Those who can't jump well will do a big split, or lean forward or be dragged to run Citizens who have learned how to ride an elevator always pretend to be reserved and perform a few indifferent ups and downs, attracting those who have not learned  Dayton envy.  In view of the unsafe conditions, Sanxin Mall had to assign an elevator operator to deliver elevators from the bottom and help them from the top, otherwise it would not know how many falls would happen in a day.

    After the morning class, Zhao Xuejun packed up his textbooks, reached out to pick up the down jacket on the back of the chair, and put it on.  Shen Xiping hummed Lin Zhiying's "The Rainy Season at the Age of Seventeen", and stood up from the side holding a pile of filled-in colorful New Year's cards.

    "Xuejun, let's eat in the cafeteria together?" Even if they knew that Zhao Xuejun would not go with them, the people in 405 seemed to have discussed it, so they must ask.

    Now, the relationship between Zhao Xuejun and 405 is still the same, neither far nor close, neither close nor close, neither alienated nor separated.  The so-called withdrawn and rustic that was hated by others in the past turned out to be a representative of personality at some point.

    "OK."

    "please allow."

    "You go first."

    "You said, let me think about it"

    Zhao Xuejun always smiles and speaks words that always leave room.  He is polite to everyone.  When encountering an elderly person, he will turn slightly to let them pass first.  When he meets a girl who needs help, he will extend a kind helping hand no matter whether you are beautiful or not.  He never walks over the handicapped, and if in a hurry he will take a sideways walk.  He never passed in front of a kneeling beggar, and he couldn't avoid it, so he walked around.  After class, he is always the last one out of the classroom.  Never in a hurry, I packed up my things and rushed out like a hungry wolf.  He has a popular blue-and-white cloth rice bag from the 1960s. Inside the rice bag are two delicate blue-and-white bowls and a pair of exquisitely carved bamboo chopsticks.  He refuses to use a spoon, and likes to eat mushrooms with two taels of rice, sometimes with a small bowl of soup.  He never laughed loudly while eating, or rattled the bowl with his spoon.  His bowl is always eaten clean, not a grain of rice left

    Time passed quickly, just like the popular Aaron Kwok, in the first half a year you went to the street, ten young people and eight watermelon taro heads, before the end of the year Aaron Kwok hadn't left, Jimmy Lin sang 17 years old and came again.

    "I still have something to do today, you go." Zhao Xuejun smiled at him, he really has something to do today.

    The first snow this year, the snow is not heavy, just covered the ground, but the road is quite slippery.  Zhao Xuejun didn't dare to ride a bicycle, so he strolled all the way to Sanxin Mall, just for exercise.  After arriving at Sanxin Mall, Zhao Xuejun and Zhou Rui had a hasty lunch, then wore the work clothes of Sanxin Market, the kind of long blue cotton coat with the name of the mall written on it, and a thick scarf was distributed at the entrance of the mall  brochure.

    In 1992, this supermarket promotion method was not yet popular, and Zhao Xuejun introduced this concept to Sanxin Mall in advance.  They change the issue every three days, and distribute the color pages that will be sold today with a very good discount on the side of the road, and consumers are very happy with it.  I remember that in the days when the publicity was just carried out, people rushed to grab a truckload of brochures, and the looting was over.  This is the advantage of the seller's market in this era. You don't have to worry about selling anything, and the growth value of the national economy is like a rocket.

    Zhao Xuejun has also been promoted recently and became a team leader.  Every day, he leads twelve college students, standing in groups of six at the entrance of the Sanxin market, smiling and distributing things. For ten yuan an hour, he only publicizes for four hours a day.  These children are diligent every day, never complain, and never arrive late or leave early. They cherish this job very much.  Forty yuan is not much, but for many children from rural areas, basically they don't have to bother their families anymore.  Even the Spring Festival canFor the new stop set by the bus, the Tianzhou Municipal Party Committee gave the green light to Sanxin Market, a cross-river dragon. The establishment of a bus stop is a kind of recognition and welfare.

    Zhao Xuejun watched a handsome and delicate boy get off the bus.  He watched Bei Dongning greet him, took off the scarf and carefully helped him wrap it around.  The boy smiled shyly and looked down at the upper of his shoe.

    The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and Bei Dongning hugged his shoulders brazenly, talking and laughing.  No one understands the term homosexuality in this year, even if everyone understands it, they will not be so jealous of the people around them.  Just like Bei Dongning and that little boy were so close on the street, everyone only thought they were good friends, or dear brothers and sisters.  Hey, how many days can such a good day last?  Soon, with the development of information and the widening of people's horizons, many things under the surface will be revealed sooner or later.

    Zhu Chen and the others came out of the shopping mall with big bags and small bags, laughing and laughing. Bei Dongning met them, and introduced his male companion without any scruples: the younger brother of a relative.

    "Zhao Xuejun, you really don't want to participate in our class party, just open your mouth casually on the stage, what's the matter, have fun!"

    "Heh, am I not busy? I showed you the clothes with the props team that day. What's the matter? Are you afraid of losing things?"

    "That can't be done, buddy, don't mention that. I've been apologizing all this time. By the way, we bought ¡õ¡õ¡õ and left you a bowl?"

    "I don't want to eat that stuff. There are a lot of preservatives. You guys still eat it as high-end stuff."

    "How delicious, you don't know the goods. Hey, the taste of eating in the self-study class can only be felt, how can it be conveyed in words By the way, I won't go back to the self-study at night, I will call your name for you."

    "Okay, then I will trouble you."

    "No trouble, aren't these all classmates, we still reserve your bed for you."

    "On Saturday night, Stephen Chow's "The Judge" will be shown in the screening room, as well as gambling movies. Let's watch together? I'll reserve a seat for you!"

    "Success, then I'll take a look and go if I don't work overtime"

    Another bus stopped, crowds of people came down, and crowds of people crowded upwards.  Even if there are no seats in the car at all.  Zhao Xuejun looked at the classmate who was lying on the glass and waving vigorously at him and making faces, and smiled, feeling inexplicably happy in his heart.  Hey, the world is so simple, why should he bother with it

    "San'er! That's your classmate?" Gao Juzi's voice suddenly came out.

    Zhao Xuejun turned his head and looked up and down at his mother in surprise.  Oops, it's getting more and more western. It's only been a few years, and my mother also wears an off-white cashmere coat, which curls naturally after ironing.

    "Mom!" Zhao Xuejun was overjoyed.

    Gao Juzi held his son's face in his arms and kissed his cheeks left and right, no matter how old he was.

    Xiaomeng and his group were so startled by this kind of mother-child interaction that they had no scruples and were so nasty that the advertising brochures in their hands fell to the ground.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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