C5

The weather was really good today. The sunlight shined on his face, warming him up.

As he approached the shop, he saw the words SALE AND Rent on the glass door. The desolation of this store was out of place in the atmosphere around it, probably because the things that were being sold were out of place. I looked around and saw that it was an amusement park not far from here. There were quite a few couples who came here to play during the holidays, so it was quite a good choice for them to open a flower shop here.

"Hmm …" The boss looked at me and my brother after a moment of hesitation before he slowly replied. The way he looked at me and my brother was full of respect.

"My store isn't that big either. It's only fifteen thousand a year, right?" The boss looked at me and I pursed my lips. Fifteen thousand in this place is already very cheap, but this fifteen thousand isn't a small sum to me.

"Ten thousand." My brother suddenly spoke up, causing me to freeze.

My brother looked at me and smiled, then turned to look at the boss, "Ten thousand, I think we will take good care of this shop. When our business gets bigger, we will split the profits with you."

The shop owner looked at his younger brother in surprise, as if he had not expected his younger brother to make such a condition. In fact, his younger brother's actions were completely due to greed. The shop owner naturally knew as well, and looked at his younger brother with doubt.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." The younger brother grabbed my hand to reassure me, then looked at the boss bashfully smiled.

"Boss, you can also see that Sister and I aren't actually rich. To be honest, we also want to save some money, but this store was built by you after a lot of hard work, so we have some feelings for each other. That's why I made this decision, what do you think?"

Hearing this, the boss' smile became more sincere. "Alright then." As the boss spoke, he sighed. "This store is actually managed by me and my wife. Now that she's gone, I'm the only one left."

My brother and I looked at our boss and didn't know what to say, saying too much would only increase our sadness.

I suddenly realized that my brother was already half a head taller than me. Perhaps it was because I had always treated him like a child, and now that he had the ability to take care of himself and even take care of me, I felt my throat go sour.

The two of us agreed to give the boss the money in a week and then take over the store. Before I left, I took out my cell phone and took a few pictures of the shop, so I could go back and plan.

"Hiss …" Suddenly, a tearing sound could be heard.

I looked in the direction of the voice. My brother's jeans had been cut open by a sign beside them, revealing his thin, white thighs.

I pulled him along and asked, "How is it? Are you hurt?"

"No, it's just that my pants are torn …" His younger brother had a guilty look on his face, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Aiya, it's already old. Let's go and buy a new pair of pants. " I grinned at him.

"But …" My brother frowned and before he could say anything, I dragged him to the entrance of a men's clothing store.

The whole front of the clothing store was mainly white, with a full black background. It cleverly created a feeling of superiority. This was definitely a high-end clothing store. In front of the door, two guests wearing red formal attire greeted the guests with a polite smile.

"Sis … Why don't we just change families? Spending the money we painstakingly earn here is not worth it. " "No," my brother whispered in my ear, holding my hand and refusing to move forward.

I patted his hand. "It's okay, isn't earning money just for spending? "Besides, I've already settled the matter of the flower shop today, so I'll just treat selling my new clothes as a celebration."

I dragged my brother to the door.

"Welcome." The receptionist at the door said politely.

We pushed open the door and stepped inside. The interior was even more high-end. Rows of clothes were mostly black, white and blue. Brands like these didn't look particularly gorgeous. The most important thing was that they were comfortable and expensive.

His younger brother usually wore simpler clothes as well. All of his clothes were bought online. He said that the things on the internet were extremely cheap and were not much different from the clothes in the shop. But I know there is an essential difference between cheap and expensive things.

Just like the difference between Starbucks and regular instant coffee.

We stood in front of our clothes and looked at each other. I glanced at the price.

The younger brother grabbed my hand and whispered, "Sis, it's so expensive. Let's go."

Actually, when I saw the price, I was also shocked. Looking at my younger brother, I made up my mind. "It's not expensive. Rest assured, big sister can afford it. "Quick, let's see which one you like."

While I was urging my brother to pick one, the waitress from the other side came over and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

I don't know why I felt uncomfortable with this waitress, but maybe it was the way she looked us up and down.

My brother reflexively took a step back from me. I looked at the waiter and smiled. "Let's just take a look. Just take a look."

When I finished, the waiter didn't leave, but followed us. I wasn't used to buying clothes in the store, but now someone's staring at me made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I grabbed my brother and hurried past a hanger, trying to separate the waiters. However, she still followed closely behind me. I suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in my heart. It was normal for customers to buy things to accompany her.

"Rumble …"

The phone in my bag vibrated. I flipped it out and saw "Aunt An" on the screen.

My heart skipped a beat and I quickly hung up. In a place like this, I was afraid that people would find out that I was a dancer. People are all hypocritical and ridiculous. I was afraid of being looked down upon and laughed at, but I had to do it.

I clutched my phone to my chest, my brother picking at his clothes in front of me.

"We don't allow photographing here."

The sudden voice startled me. I turned around and saw a mocking face. It was the waiter.

I was really frightened. I couldn't understand why she'd suddenly come so close to me, or whether she'd been right behind me all the time. I didn't notice?

"What?" I was even more confused as to why she had said that.

"We don't allow photographing here." she repeated, her sarcasm growing.

"I didn't …" I wanted to retort, to light up my phone, and the screen was indeed a camera interface, and for a moment I felt like a lying clown. I don't know what to say. It's just that I forgot to quit when I was taking pictures in the shop.

The waiter's attitude seemed to say that I had ill intentions, and that the mocking expression and tone made me feel uncomfortable.