To Your Island

The city, bustling streets, gorgeous neon, and tall buildings rising into the sky are its components.

In addition to the glamour, the sewers filled with garbage, the cockroaches and mice crawling around, the homeless people under the bridges, and the workers living in slums are also part of the city.

Eighteen-year-old Wang Jiexiang fled his hometown and went to work in a big city.

The only person she knows here is her childhood playmate, Jiang Bingbing. Holding a torn piece of paper, Wang Jiexiang found the barber shop where Jiang Bingbing worked. The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and she recognized Jiang Bingbing at once, but she didn't recognize her very much.

Wang Jiexiang sat at the door of the barber shop and closed. Jiang Bingbing, who was off work, went to the food stall with her.

After a few glasses of wine, Jiang Bingbing complained to her: I help people wash their hair every day, soaking my hands to make a small salary; squeezing a small apartment with eight people, the house smells of sweat, other people’s stuff She took up space and struggled to make room for sleep.

Wang Jiexiang listened and heard what she meant.

She didn't mix well and couldn't help her.

After the meal, Jiang Bingbing patted her for one hundred yuan and asked her to stay in a hotel, but Wang Jiexiang insisted on not accepting it.

Holding the three hundred yuan stolen from grandma, Wang Jiexiang went to the hotel and asked.

She stayed at the hotel for thirty a day, she was not willing to spend. That night, she dealt with it under the bridge hole for one night, and the next day she was cruel and rented a small room in the village in the city.

The hut is in tatters, two hundred and five a month. The landlord thought she was pitiful and didn't ask her for a deposit.

It was impossible to return to his hometown. Wang Jiexiang started looking for a job. After a full week, he finally found a job selling oil in a supermarket.

After she settled down, she worked hard and returned to her small house after get off work, finally having a time to catch her breath.

Wang Jiexiang's first feeling about the city was that it was too cold in winter.

The house she lives in has only one room. The toilet and bathroom are all shared. They need to boil water, wash hair, and wash clothes. They rely on the tap connected outside the house. Even the tap is used by several people.

There is limited hot water in the public bathroom, and Wang Jiexiang is not used to going there. She usually uses tap water for bathing. In winter, when she went home to wash her hair, she squatted at the faucet and rinsed with cold water, screaming while washing.

It is also cold at work.

The supermarket recruited her because there was a peanut oil producer who needed publicity. It was cold, and Wang Jiexiang was guarding a temporary sales tent set up outside the supermarket, and he had to stand all day at one stop.

There are actually two promoters selling oil. The other one besides her is an older sister named Xu, who was originally a salesperson in a supermarket.

According to the leader's arrangement, the two worked in shifts to sell oil in the tent, but Sister Xu said that she was more familiar with the interior of the supermarket, so she came to be responsible for the sales in the supermarket, and Wang Jiexiang went to sell it outside.

In order to sell oil better, Sister Xu also taught her some tips on selling things: You can stock up on gifts from manufacturers, and some customers don’t care if you want them. If you run into more sophisticated customers who are not easy to deal with, you can give gifts and give them a few more to make a good relationship with them.

Wang Jiexiang heard it.

But every time a customer buys oil and she intends to hide the gift, she always feels ashamed, like taking advantage of others. At the end of the entanglement, even if the customer does not know that there is a gift, she will give it.

As a novice salesperson, Wang Jiexiang's oil sales performance is quite good.

Holding a small speaker, she thought of what to say and made up a slogan for peanut oil.

"Don't miss it when you pass by, the peanut oil sale."

"Peanut oil, delicious oil, fried vegetable skewers, more oil, more fragrant."

"Peanut oil, buy it; a lot of oil, a big sale."

Her Mandarin has a heavy accent, and people passing by will be attracted by her screams even if they don't buy oil. The gazes cast at her were kind and thought she was funny. Someone rolled their eyes and panicked for her.

Wang Jiexiang was ignorant of his accent and fearless.

Regardless of the shameless ones, she only knows that if she can sell oil and have a job, she can live.

Sister Xu couldn't help sighing when she saw the cold wind blowing in the winter, and Wang Jiexiang could still have the energy to raise her horn to speak.

"It's good to be young, you won't be tired at all for a day outside."

After hearing this, Wang Jiexiang smiled and said nothing.

The oil sales continued for more than two weeks. Because of a trivial matter of giving gifts, she had a conflict with Sister Xu.

The supermarket was closing that day, and Wang Jiexiang was clearing the tent. A male customer asked her to buy oil.

She followed the normal process and gave him a gift, a small can of peanut oil.

The male customer asked her to get some more peanut oil, he said he was a relative of Sister Xu.

"The number of gifts provided by the manufacturer corresponds to that. One large can of oil will give a small can of oil. All customers are the same. If you give it to you, there will be less gifts. If someone buys oil tomorrow, they will not have to send it." Explanation.

The man grinds for a while, but she still refuses to let go.

Looking at the time, Wang Jiexiang said: "You don't count the money now. You can't buy oil today. The cashier will be closed immediately."

The man had to leave.

After a while, the man who had calculated the money and Sister Xu came out to look for her.

Sister Xu asked Wang Jiexiang angrily.

"He said it was my relative, why don't you get more gifts?"

"I really don't have any extras here."

Sister Xu didn't believe her: "Didn't I teach you to stock up?"

Wang Jiexiang was silent.

"My relative came all the way, and I specifically asked him to find you, and see what happened to you."

"Sorry." Wang Jiexiang apologized to them.

Sister Xu was still out of anger, thinking in pieces.

"Now, the oil he bought is not discounted at all. Little girl, it's not that I said you. Why do you not know how to be a man if you come out to work? You don't know how to sell, I will teach you how Don’t learn, have you been doing this for a long time?"

Wang Jiexiang was really frustrated, and said something against her.

"If you have any gifts, ask your relatives to buy them from you. Give him gifts. Why do you want him to find me?"

Sister Xu's face turned black.

She was wronged and led her relatives away.

After calling there, Sister Xu never talked to her again, and even with the other sales assistants who were close to Sister Xu, her attitude towards Wang Jiexiang became lukewarm.

Wang Jiexiang looked for Sister Xu several times to show his favor, and without exception touched her nose.

Even so, she didn't find her to change back to the shift form arranged by the original leader, and still stood in the small tent outside.

It's not a big deal, right? Wang Jiexiang thought optimistically: Maybe Big Sister Xu was mad, and one day she died.

I don’t know if it’s because of the wind blowing or the shouting. After working for a month, Wang Jiexiang’s throat hurts terribly.

A new friend was not made, and the only old friend rarely contacted. She wanted to buy some medicine after get off work, but she didn't even know where the pharmacy was.

Uncomfortable all the way home.

There are no street lights near where she lives, and Wang Jiexiang is blind at night and can't see clearly at night.

Going downhill and turning a few steps to get home, she walked forward with weak eyesight and slammed into someone.

He was squatting on the ground, there was a faucet there, and he was probably brushing his teeth. Wang Jiexiang bumped into him and staggered a step. To maintain his balance, he stomped forward with his foot.

Didn't step on the floor, stepped on something soft.

Panicked, she took a few steps forward. The first step was still soft, and the second step was on the hard concrete floor.

"Yes, sorry! Are you okay?"

Wang Jiexiang stabilized the wall and turned to speak to the blurry figure.

The shadow didn't answer her, got up from the ground and entered the room next to her house.

"Bang——!!!"

The door closed loudly.

The lights of that house were on, and Wang Jiexiang could see the way.

She stared at the closed door next door for a while, swallowed, and eased her mind with difficulty.

This neighbor is weird...