To Your Island

Before the Chinese New Year, Wang Jiexiang received her salary and 50 yuan for the New Year's Eve.

The seafood factory's business still didn't improve, and the boss told her not to come back to work in the next year.

Earlier, she had been mentally prepared for this, but the elder sister who taught Wang Yuka to knit a sweater was quite reluctant to bear her.

"Why can't I see you anymore, your sweaters haven't been knitted yet."

Hugging the eldest sister, Wang Jiexiang comforted her in turn.

"It's almost finished, just a little flower short. Even if I don't work here, I can still see you, and we have a chance to see you again."

Speaking of that little flower.

Originally, Wang Jiexiang was thinking, like the sweater her mother knitted for her, changing the knitting yarn with other colors, and knitting the flowers directly in the sweater.

But then, first, the steps are complicated, and second, she is worried that Yin Xian does not like to wear sweaters with small flowers.

In the end, the plan she decided was to woven the flowers separately and sew them onto the sweater.

"Do you think about where to go to work?" The eldest sister has a little understanding of Wang Jiexiang's family situation. If she loses this job, her life must be even more difficult.

"I saw a restaurant near my house collecting dishwashing workers, and it said daily wages..."

Wang Jiexiang did not find a very suitable way out, and did not go on.

The first snow fell just on New Year's Eve.

At that time, Wang Jiexiang, wearing plastic gloves, squatted in the back kitchen of the restaurant. There was a loud voice in her ears, and she brushed the piled bowls.

Yin Xian worked overtime at the lighting company, hurriedly reading the information and checking the plan. He picked up the bowl of soaked instant noodles on the table and drank a few sips of the cold soup.

After the countdown to the New Year, huge fireworks bloomed over the city.

Wang Jiexiang looked to the sky from the window of the back kitchen and Yin Xian looked out of the office building, only then did they realize that it was snowing.

In the silver snow, gorgeous fireworks rushed into the sky.

The fireworks rose to the apex and burst into scattered crystal stars; then, along with the silent falling trajectory, the ashes followed the snowflakes to the world.

They looked at the night sky and watched the crowds around New Year's Eve, and they thought of each other's faces in unison.

Yin Xian lowered his head back to work with a smile.

Wang Jiexiang sniffed and brushed up the remaining bowls.

The morning of New Year's Day.

Yin Xian finally received his new sweater from Wang Jiexiang.

The color of the sweater is a special smoke wave blue.

It was neatly folded and placed next to his pillow.

A note was placed on the sweater, Wang Jiexiang's font was fat and round:

[To my favorite Yin Xian: This is a sweater I knit by myself. I wish you a happy new year. 】

After reading the line, he sat up, took the sweater to his eyes, unfolded it and looked at it carefully.

The sweater with round neck and long sleeves is very soft and comfortable to the touch.

He stroked every inch of the sweater, unimaginable that it was hand-knit by her, with regular stitches.

When his fingers touched the edge of the sweater hem, he felt a small bump. Turning the hem over, Yin Xian saw a yellow-white ball-shaped plush flower.

Wang Jiexiang just walked back to the room.

Seeing him awake and looking at the sweater she knit, she suddenly felt embarrassed.

"If you don't like that flower, you can cut it off."

She scratched her head awkwardly, and had to admit that adding a three-dimensional flower to the inside of the sweater was a bit nondescript.

"What flower is this?" he asked.

Wang Jiexiang smiled and said nothing.

When they have a chance next time, they will see the flower with their own eyes, and she will tell him.

"Try it on quickly," she said.

Yin Xian should be good.

He didn't take off his pajamas, and put his sweater outside.

"..."

Seeing how hard he was dressing, she came to help him.

This sweater is worn in.

But it doesn't fit well. It should have been a loose style, it was wrapped tightly around him, the neckline was too small, and the sleeves were shorter.

"It's because I'm wearing clothes inside."

Yin Xian took off her new sweater and unbuttoned her pajamas.

When he puts on his sweater again, those problems still exist.

Wang Jiexiang sighed.

"No way, the sleeves are too short."

She scolded herself for being an idiot in her heart, thinking about this and that, the most important size was not good enough.

"Take it off, I'll reprocess it and make it bigger."

"No need to."

Yin Xian pulled his sleeves and forcibly created an illusion of similar size.

"It's okay. Wear it and wash it and it will be bigger."

"Hey, how can this be worn?"

She walked over unhappily and took off his sweater.

"can wear."

He hugged her and shook her.

Wang Jiexiang raised his eyes to look at him.

Yin Xian touched her head and said softly.

"Thank you."

She blinked, the smile on her face returned.

"Okay. Where are the flowers? Do you want to cut the flowers?"

He shook his head.

Wang Jiexiang's heart fell back to her stomach, she hugged him back, and shook him from side to side.

Throughout the winter, Yin Xian basically wore that sweater every day.

He put it under his coat and put it on the outside of his shirt. When working overtime, when he was bored, and when he lost his energy, he developed a habit: open the hem of his sweater and look at the little flower hidden in his clothes.

The sweater is not like Yin Xian said, it will get bigger when you wear it and wash it.

The more you wash, the smaller it shrinks, until later he can't wear it at all.

Taking off their warm sweaters and putting on light spring clothes, they took each other's hands and marched towards spring together.

The outstanding ability and hard performance are obvious to all in the company. In the spring of the new year, he was promoted by a leader and an engineer, and his salary tripled.

The eldest sister of the seafood factory and Wang Jiexiang still keep in touch. The eldest sister's daughter sold clothes in a department store and told her that the cosmetics counter was hiring. The eldest sister told Wang Jiexiang the news again.

"I can't sell cosmetics at my age and looks. You may go for an interview, maybe you can."

The eldest sister's words made Wang Jiexiang very excited. Selling things in the mall, the environment is good, the money he makes, and the working hours are regular.

When she is doing dishwashing, the store will ask her to work only when the business is good, and her job and income are unstable.

"I don't make up, and I don't understand everything about maintenance and brands. Will others accept me?"

The eldest sister glanced at her clean face, and she was not sure.

"Think about it, there is such a job opportunity anyway."

In the evening Yin Xian went home, Wang Jiexiang discussed with him, and he thought she could go for an interview.

"You have experience selling oil, and it sells well. Selling cosmetics is also selling things."

She flatly said, "Where are these two things the same? Besides, I have no confidence in dealing with people."

Yin Xian had heard about Wang Jiexiang’s previous experience.

He clearly knows that she is more yearning for work that can be paid for with physical effort. Her character is not shrewd and can be calculated. It is too easy to be taken advantage of when dealing with people.

Encourage her, she will definitely be able to do that job, perhaps it is counterproductive, she is less confident.

So he said: "If you don't go to the interview, you work in a restaurant; if the interview fails, you go back to the restaurant. A successful interview is the best result, but a bad result means you have no loss."

Wang Jiexiang was instantly persuaded by Yin Xian.

The next day, she took a few hours off from the restaurant and went to the department store for an interview.

As soon as he entered the department store, Wang Jiexiang started to urinate. Bright lights, large white marble tiles, approaching the cosmetics counter, there is a very expensive fragrance... She has been in the city for some years, but this is the first time she has been in a department store.

The person who interviewed her was a slim female manager.

Without a special interview place, she stood in the cosmetics sales area and talked face to face with Wang Jiexiang.

The question asked by the female manager had nothing to do with her background, education, or personal information. She first assumed some circumstances and asked Wang Jiexiang how to deal with it.

When Wang Jiexiang gave her answer, she did not nod or shook her head, without commenting on the content of her answer, and continued to ask the next question.

This kind of interviewer who does not clearly express approval or negative attitude will make the interviewer feel uncomfortable, start to question what he said, and fall into hesitation and tension.

Wang Jiexiang is able to deal with it easily, thanks to her boyfriend Yin Xian.

On weekdays, she and Yin Xian had conflicts, and she often talked to herself, and he stood aside and listened blankly. Therefore, Wang Jiexiang has developed a speaking mode that does not require much feedback. She doesn't know what he thinks, just express her opinion seriously.

Facing the stern female manager, Wang Jiexiang maintained a good attitude and a peaceful smile throughout the process.

After she finished asking the last question, the female manager asked Wang Jiexiang to leave her mobile phone number, and she would be notified by SMS of the result of the interview. Wang Jiexiang didn't buy a mobile phone and wrote Yin Xian's number.

Three days later at noon.

She was doing dishes in the restaurant, and the proprietress called her, saying that her boyfriend was looking for it.

Wang Jiexiang took off his gloves, wondering, shouldn't this point be in his company?

She ran out to see that he was really standing in the lobby.

Yin Xian seemed to be running all the way, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Did something happen?" Her heart was beating wildly.

He handed her his cell phone.

"You go to work in the department store tomorrow."

Wang Jiexiang's eyes widened.

She took the phone, carefully read the text message informing her of admission, and said two "great".

The foam-stained apron was unresolved, and she shook her hands visibly and bounced around.

"I will talk to the restaurant owner about resignation after get off work today."

He laughed: "Fool, don't wait for get off work."

Wang Jiexiang was stunned.

"Okay, then I'll tell him after I wash the dishes."

"There is no need to wash the dishes," he pulled her up: "We will talk to them now."

She is a solid-eyed, uneasy not to finish things.

"How can it work, there are so many bowls in the back kitchen, who washes it?"

The boss is also her excuse.

Yin Xian took Wang Jiexiang to the restaurant owner, but he was obviously unhappy.

"No one has washed my dishes today. You go now. The day is nothing. I can't pay you for your wages."

Yin Xian shook Wang Jiexiang's hand.

Her hands were cold and her fingers wrinkled with blisters.

"Today's wages are gone."

His expression is cool, and his words are cool.

Wang Jiexiang followed Yin Xian out of the restaurant.

He said to her: "I will pay you today's wages. I took a long time off to take you to buy high-heeled shoes and cosmetics. You don't have any of those. You will dress up for work tomorrow."

Wang Jiexiang felt like a prince!

The kind of handsome, tall and mighty prince in fairy tales. He dragged her out of the corner in gray and invited her to a gorgeous dinner.

The sun at noon is so big.

The world outside the restaurant is bright.

Their future is bright.