After class, I stood by the classroom window and looked up at the sky while waiting for the student, Lao Ji.
The sky was dizzyingly blue. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, as well as the smell of youth and love. Students in skateboard shoes passed me cheerfully and slid down the empty avenue. The flagpole clanged in the wind, as if a man were sitting in the square in a daze, playing with the strings in his hand.
Campus in the sun.
Old Ji came to me to sign for leave, and I asked him if he was free and had dinner in the canteen. He listened and waved his hand: Teacher, no, I have been very busy lately. I asked him what he was busy with? He hesitated for a moment and said: When I am busy with this matter, I will tell the teacher that it is a big thing anyway.
The old man grew old and heavy, and was the most calm of the boys. So everyone calls him Lao Ji. I remember once eating in the canteen with him and Ajia, he adhered to the style of our Shandong people and preemptively checked out. Although it only cost 50 yuan, I knew that Lao Ji had applied for poverty allowance, his father had a slight leg disability, and the family was far away from Tianjin to work, so it was recommended that the AA system, and Aga and I each sent a red envelope of 20 yuan to Lao Ji. But I'm not worried about the future of the old man, he's a very business-minded guy. He and his girlfriend, who was studying at a university in a neighboring province, met for four years, and went to a different city every holiday, working while traveling and experiencing life.
A month later, I learned about the big event of The Old Ji, and it turned out that he had opened a snack shop on the campus website. The snack shop, which he and a few classmates raised forty or fifty thousand yuan, took over from his brother who had already graduated, and the snack shop had more than 5,000 resident fans.
The night I learned of this news, I asked the head of the class, Xi Xi, to take me to the west gate of the school to see the old ji and their warehouse. I haven't been to the west gate of the school for two years, it was originally a bustling snack street, full of small traders without business licenses, the streets were also in tatters, I didn't expect that the situation had improved a lot, all the shops stood neatly along the street, and in the early winter wind, with candy-like orange lights, warming every pedestrian. Even the small traders who pushed trolleys to sell spicy skewers had a smile in their eyes, and they followed the students who came out to forage under the street lamp, gently gossiping. The pot was grunting and steaming like a passionate mouth, humming the song cheerfully. The wind whizzed along the wide avenue, bringing a wet and refreshing breath.
Steaming snack street.
The old snack shop warehouse, located in a small area near the west gate, is somewhat dilapidated and looks like it was built in the 1980s. After passing through a potholed cement road, at the end of the road, I saw Lao Ji, who was already waiting at the door, and his entrepreneurial team.
The warehouse rented by the old Ji is about thirty square meters, divided into two rooms on the left and right, one of which is placed on the shelves, and the other is a large bed, and the bed is also full of piles of goods. In the corner opposite the bed, there was a desk, and before we came, old Ji was sitting on the computer to enter the newly listed snacks. The heating in the room was not too good, and because the house was located in the corner of the wall, it added a layer of darkness. So five big boys who struggled to start a business were still wearing light down jackets in the room.
Although the warehouse is not open to the public, the goods on the shelves are still well organized. While talking to me, Lao Ji put the newly sent goods from the nearby wholesale market on the shelves one by one. At the same time, he picked up a bag of Oreo biscuits that had been discarded aside and told me that it was to be returned because it was a copycat. I took a closer look at it, and sure enough, I found that "Oreo" was written as "Oreo", and if I didn't pay attention to it, I really wouldn't find it.
I remembered that the college was organizing an application for an innovation and entrepreneurship project, the provincial team had 100,000 yuan of financial support, and the national level was more; and the campus express delivery project where Lao Ji delivered snacks to the dormitory bed was obviously unique, so I suggested that they start applying. Old Ji listened with some excitement: Ah, great! Teacher, I originally wanted to apply to the college to see if I could move the warehouse to the school, open a physical store, and combine the business of express delivery to the bed with the school's work-study to provide employment opportunities for poor students.
As he was speaking, he suddenly heard Xi Xi exclaiming: Look, it's snowing!
Snowy nights.
Everyone walked out the door one after another, and sure enough, under the dim street lamp, the crystal clear snowflakes, just like thousands of flying elves, from the deep and dark night sky, towards the boundless earth, fell affectionately, fell... Such a faint lamp, in this sudden snow, emitted a soft and strange light. I couldn't help but stick out the tip of my tongue and kiss a piece of snow that fell on my lips, but only touched the coolness, and it suddenly disappeared
I heard the sleeping earth, making a slight snoring sound. Other than that, everything was in the snow and silent.
Column Editor-in-Chief: Huang Wei Text Editor: Xiao Yawen
图片均来自新华社。 Source: Author: Anning