He Is Warmer Than Time

The next day, Song Ran got up early, and took a taxi to the People’s Park. She held a jar of Yanjin plums in her hand and walked to the ticket counter with a nervous expression. The aunt at the ticket counter just changed into work clothes. To start working.

It was not a holiday, it was early in the morning, and Song Ran was the only one who was empty at the ticket office.

Sitting in the small window was a middle-aged aunt about forty with short curly hair and glanced at Song Ran: "Little girl, do you want to buy a ticket?"

Song Ran hesitated to hand over a ten yuan sheet: "Auntie, it's like this, can you do me a favor?"

That aunt was kind of amiable: "Why are you busy?"

"That's it. I want two sets of tickets, but I don’t want them today. I want them tomorrow. Well, the money will be given to you first. A man will come with me tomorrow, he will buy the tickets with you, and then you will pretend Say he won the lottery. For example, if he is the 100,000th tourist this year, he said that the ticket is free. Do you think it's okay?"

The aunt, who was still smiling, had a deep face, and she shook her hand directly: "That's not okay, girl, isn't this a deception? Our director knows that if you want to criticize me, it won't work."

Song Ran slandered, people in the 1980s just didn't know how to work, they were not flexible at all.

She hurriedly handed over a large jar of Yanjin plums: "Auntie, these are the plums pickled by our nanny. They are very delicious. Let's eat them for you."

The aunt looked at Song Ran righteously: "Little girl, don't think about corrupting me. This is definitely not good. Resoluteness is not good. We all have a system. Don't you embarrass your aunt? "

There were tourists who came to buy tickets just behind, and the ticket sales aunt returned the ten yuan ticket to Song Ran: "Little girl, don't stand in the way, people want to buy the ticket."

Song Ran held the ticket, held the plum, and carried a bag of ruby ​​bread on her wrist, and stepped aside. She also expected that it would not go so smoothly.

People in this era have a bigger system.

A small road opposite the ticket office was a big willow tree. She stood leaning on the trunk and stared at the aunt in the small window. The aunt hardly ignored her at all.

Song Ran just stood there until noon. Seeing that the ticket window was empty again, she relentlessly leaned forward, lowering her posture as much as possible, and looking at the conductor pitifully: "Auntie, can you be accommodating?"

It's not that you don't give money, but it is to give you the money in advance so that you can act in a play. Is it that difficult?

Song Ran's heart sank with a wave of the aunt's hand.

"Little girl, don't embarrass Auntie, okay?"

There was someone behind him who wanted to buy a ticket, Song Ran muttered in his heart, it was not good to go to school.

She could only hold the plum and carry the bread and went back under the big willow tree. She stood all morning. She was hungry and tired now. Fortunately, she brought a bag of bread and came to think about the relationship.

She took out a small piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth. The bread was dry and hard, and she was blushing from choking. She could only beat her chest continuously, and coughed while holding on to the trunk of the tree.

What crime did she suffer?

The conductor in the small window finally couldn't help but smile, and a middle-aged woman wearing a red armband to maintain public order in the park walked in at the ticket office.

The woman came in and shouted, "Director Li, what are you laughing at?"

The conductor pointed to Song Ran and repeated the matter, and the security officer smiled and said, "Oh, Director, you will make them perfect."

The conductor smiled: "I see how long she can last."