This time, the manager finally gave her a day off, but only for one day.
This afternoon, plus tomorrow morning, two and a half days, make a whole day.
I looked at the fat manager and felt itchy in my teeth, but there was nothing I could do. It would be great if I owned this mall, but unfortunately I don't.
This day's promotion day ended quickly, and sales were so-so, so it was finally open.
I was a little embarrassed when I reported it in the evening, but that was it. Mr. Liu didn’t say anything and just asked me to continue working hard tomorrow.
Another point is that he asked me to train two more salesmen so that they can sell more goods for us.
Training salespeople is something I am also thinking about. Although my product knowledge is in a mess, those salespeople are not as good as me. This is also the reason why the sales of our company's products are dismal here. No one can explain it at all.
Therefore, the reason why I am attracted to the girl with curly hair and big eyes is also because of this idea. I hope to cultivate someone of my own to help me sell goods...
But she took a leave of absence and went home to attend to her father's funeral. Not to mention helping me, I had to help her sell goods.
Just like that, on the busy second day, around one o'clock in the afternoon, she hurried back to work.
I was quite surprised. The manager said he would give her one day off, two and a half days. Is she really so punctual? My father passed away. He held a funeral in the morning and came to work in the afternoon?
She was also quite helpless, because when the store held activities, everyone was like a carrot or a trap. If she didn't come to work, the manager would definitely deal with her, and maybe her job would be gone.
But when she went to work, she was in a trance, not in her state at all, and would secretly wipe her tears when no one was around.
I don't know how to persuade her, I can only help her more and do my best.
When it was time to get off work, everyone left one after another. She lingered until the end, then came over to thank me and bought me a bottle of drink.
In fact, she didn't need to thank me, because I didn't do anything, I just helped her sell goods with a little effort.
I comforted her a few words, and then she told me about her father's funeral, and she started crying while talking.
As the saying goes, the sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortunes and blessings. No one knows whether tomorrow or the accident will come first.
I knew that no amount of comfort would be of any use, so I sighed, walked out of the mall with her, and then planned to take her home.
But she said she didn't want to go home now because she would have to face her family and the reality that her father had passed away.
So she said she wanted to take a walk.
Fortunately, the weather was not very cold at this time, so I readily agreed and went shopping with her on the pedestrian street.
It was already dark now. The dim street lights and lingering snow on the street were originally quite romantic, but as I listened to her chattering about her father, I only felt desolate and sad.
By the way, I haven't mentioned her name yet, but I won't mention it. Anyway, I forgot her last name. I just remember that everyone calls her Fangfang.
She told me that her family's conditions were not good since she was a child. Her mother was blind in one eye. It was said that she was accidentally injured while working in a factory more than ten years ago.
Her father is only in his forties this year. He usually does odd jobs for others, working here and there, and making some money by selling his strength.
This time, her father was working at a construction site. He lost his footing and fell from several floors. He was pierced by a steel bar and injured his aorta and internal organs. He could not be saved.
Listening to her talk, I remembered many past events, so I sighed and told her about my childhood experience.
When she heard that my relatives were leaving one after another and wandering around alone, she couldn't help but express deep sympathy. Then she thought about it and suddenly asked a few questions.
She asked me: "Brother Ang, you said that when a person dies, does he really turn into a ghost? If my dad also turns into a ghost, will he come back to see me? Yesterday at noon, it was really him who came to see me ?"
I chuckled lightly and replied: "Yes, people become ghosts when they die, but ghosts are not that scary. They just change their form and method and continue to exist in another space dimension. Let's see We can’t reach them, but they can see us, so he should have come to see you at noon yesterday, but he didn’t want to disturb you, so he just came to see you for the last time and then left.”
Her eyes became wet again as she listened, and she murmured: "But, I can never see my dad again. He is so kind to me. He doesn't even eat my mom's leftovers, only mine. And he He rarely buys things for himself. He spends all the money he earns on us. He saves money on food and expenses. A pair of shoes can last for several years. I don’t understand why good people always have bad lives..."
I also sighed, yes, the hemp rope is broken at the thinnest part, and bad luck is only for the poor. The house leaks only when it rains all night, and the boat breaks and encounters headwinds.
Isn’t this the world?
She asked me again: "Brother Ang, do you think my dad has gone to the underworld now? Can he come back to see me in the future? If I miss him, can he come to see me in my dream and give me a hug?" I?"
This sentence almost made me cry. I wiped away my tears, smiled hard, and said to her: "You don't have to think too much. Everyone who leaves this world is actually just changing a place." Life is like traveling to a faraway place. You may never see each other again, but he will definitely miss you in another world. If you dream about him one day, it means that he is coming back to see you. .”
She stared at the sky blankly and murmured softly: "He just changed his life in another place. Although he is far away from me, he will miss me and come back to see me."
I nodded vigorously: "Well, that's true, so you don't have to be too sad."
As a result, she started crying again: "But, I still have a lot of things I want to say to him. Before I had time to be filial to him, I promised to give him a pair of new shoes, and when he celebrated his birthday, I also gave him a beautiful He has not seen me grow up or have a family..."
At this time, the lanterns were on and the stars were shining in the sky. I couldn't help but feel sad while listening to her words.
The son wants to be raised but cannot be kissed...
I looked up at the stars and was about to sigh, but at this moment, a low and ethereal sigh suddenly came from somewhere beside me.
"Kid, can you do me a favor?"
