"Ding, first-class repairman Fang Xin has accepted the task. Entering system archive, scanning physical data completed. Please receive one set of ordinary sacrificial attire for Hou Tu Temple by tomorrow at 8:00 AM at the latest. Work will begin within three days."

  After finishing all that, Fang Xin let out a long sigh, got up, pulled himself out of the nutrient warehouse, washed similarly, changed into new clothes, and came out.

  It's time to rest, no matter how much you do, you must know how to rest. Never have the feeling of being tired from running around and overloading a small boat. This principle was not understood by Fang Xin in the past, but it is now clear to him.

  Qian Meng is shopping at a plush toy store.

  Although social welfare guarantees everyone's basic survival needs, to live a little better, have more spacious accommodation, eat a little better and extend one's lifespan, all require money.

  In this world, there is still a division of ranks, and Qian Meng has understood this since childhood.

  In ancient times there were slaves, later farmers and workers, now they are all white-collar workers. No matter what, society is indeed making progress, this point Qian Meng also understands.

  However, she was still melancholic, especially when Fang Xin didn't visit her for several months in a row.

  At first, she was still expecting, every time the door opened, she would look up unconsciously. After a few months, she slowly understood and accepted reality.

  Fang Xin, this young man, is handsome and comes from a wealthy family, how could he possibly be someone that she, a merely pretty girl, could ever hope for?

  "But I really liked it when Fang Ge brought me out to eat crystal ice fruit last time, if only there was another chance." She had always thought so, and every time she did, her heart would ache slightly.

  It was raining that day, and when the door opened, a woman stood there with a little boy by her side.

  "Welcome, oh, it's Mrs. Ai and Little Bao, come on in, would you like two cups of hot coffee?" Qian Meng hurriedly stepped forward, saying this, she knew these two people, Mrs. Ai and her husband were both middle-level managers at the company, with a decent income.

  The coffee in our own store is of course instant and cheap goods.

  "Oh dear, I'm exhausted from the trip back to Lu City. Alright, let's have two cups, but don't give my son coffee, just a bag of green tea is fine for him. Yes, this time I came, it was to get something for my little treasure, and pick out another plush toy as a plaything." Mrs. Ai said nonchalantly.

  She speaks in a gentle tone, making people feel particularly close.

  Qian Meng brought over two cups, quickly brewing coffee and green tea. Mrs. Ai and the little boy both thanked her very politely. Qian Meng looked at the child and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's been a while since I've seen him, your child is getting more and more adorable!"

  "Is that so? Look at what you're saying, don't praise the child too much." When someone praised her child, Mrs. Ai was delighted in her heart, this is an irrepressible nature, but she still humbly said.

  "The children in our neighborhood, especially yours, are so lovely and well-behaved."

  "Ah ha, for him, I even delayed my promotion for two years, but it was all worth it." As she spoke, Mrs. Ai's smile grew more subtle, and she said: "You're not bad either, I heard you study very diligently, already completing the second stage, now studying the third stage, at your age, really great, and also helping your grandfather take care of this store, truly hardworking."

  "I'm not suffering, it's Grandfather who is suffering!" Qian Meng said gloomily. She forced a smile and said: "Mrs. Ai, come, let me introduce you to my goods."

  These years, grandfather has become increasingly old and frail, and recently he's even been ill.

  The little boy put down his cup and began to pick out a stuffed animal. After selecting for a moment, he seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

  "Sister, I liked that teddy bear last time. Unfortunately, I wanted to find a companion for it, but there isn't one here." The little boy said.

  The little boy's bear, she remembered, was the one Fang Xin had made with his own hands. A pang of pain in her heart, she smiled and said: "How about finding another bear?"

  "It doesn't look good, it seems like they're not a match. My Tangtang wants the same bear girl, I've come to find her three times already and still can't."

  Fang Xin's previous handmade plush bear indeed had a certain inexplicable charm that others couldn't replicate. Qian Meng lowered his head and said, "Ah, Tang Tang, isn't it very lonely? But our store doesn't have any, I'm really sorry!"

  Just then, the door opened again, and Qian Meng hastily stood up: "Welcome to our store!"

  But as she said that, she was stunned. In front of her appeared Fang Xin, whom she hadn't seen for several months. Fang Xin wore a suit and tie, and at his young age, he already had an air of elegance about him. Compared to several months ago, he seemed like a completely different person.

  "Ah, Qian Meng little sister, how come you don't recognize me?" Fang Xin said with a smile.

  Qian Meng finally came to his senses, and exclaimed in surprise. He didn't know what to say, but seeing that it was still raining outside, he noticed that Fang Xin's outer garment was a bit damp, so he said: "Fang Xin, take off your outer garment, I'll dry it for you. It's not good if you catch a chill from the rain."

  As he spoke, he immediately poured another cup of hot coffee.

  When she finished bringing it up, Fang Xin had already taken it off and handed it to her. When she took it inside to dry, she found that the little boy was saying something around him, and Fang Xin listened, nodding constantly: "Okay, I'll get you a bear girl, wait a minute, I'll go do it right away."

  "Qian Meng, hello, work hard, after closing the store tonight, I'll treat you to dinner!" Fang Xin greeted him with a wave of his hand, although they hadn't seen each other for several months, but there was no awkwardness.

  This sentence is too similar to several months ago, Qian Meng couldn't help but smile wryly.

  She went straight forward, walked into the back workshop, turned on the lights by herself, skillfully picked up a few pieces of fabric, and started making cloth dolls.

  He hasn't written in three months, but his writing skills haven't become rusty at all.

  Not much time, only about half an hour, he came out, took out a cute plush bear and a small plush rabbit: "Today's work is really comfortable, one more rabbit, Ammon, you can take it away."

  "Ah, great, just like this." The little boy exclaimed.

  Seeing the little boy cheering, Mrs. Ai was also very satisfied and paid 500 yuan quickly.

  Fang Xin looked around the store and felt something was strange. After thinking for a moment, he finally figured it out: "Where's your grandfather? Why haven't I seen him in the store today?"

  He finally realized that something was missing in the store.

  "Grandpa's old illness has relapsed and he's been hospitalized." Qian Meng's eyes were red, stroking the small cloth rabbit.

  Ever since his parents died in a car accident, Grandpa began to age rapidly. In this world, there are unpredictable winds and clouds, and life is like that. Sometimes, it's still about luck.

  Qian Meng was a very careful girl and had already sensed an ominous premonition.

  "Oh, which ward is your grandfather in?"

  "Qingshuyiyuan Third Branch Building 6 Floor Room 199."

  Fang Xin listened, and suddenly felt a bit surprised. It just so happened that it was the building where his mission was located. He immediately said: "In a few days, I'll go visit your grandfather. Your grandfather taught me how to make cloth dolls!"

  "Really?" Qian Meng's eyes lit up suddenly.

  "Really, Ammon, are you going to eat or not? I'll take you with me."

  Qian Meng's eyes dimmed again, stroking the plush rabbit doll, she said: "I still have to take care of the store, I won't go."

  "That's good, next time we have a chance, let's eat together again." Fang Xin didn't mind either, put on his clothes, waved goodbye and went out the door.

  The gate closed, the rain outside had stopped, but it was still gloomy, after all, it's now dusk.

  A gust of cold wind blew in, and the store fell silent, Qian Meng couldn't help but shiver.