After Tian Jiayi added him on WeChat, she only sent him a phone number. Wang Xiaoliang sent one back, and there were no more messages.
Every day, Wang Xiaoliang stood behind the checkout counter, watching people come and go. Whenever he had a spare moment, he observed them.
Once you started paying close attention, you would discover that this tiny supermarket was practically a miniature stage for society.
One particular girl left a deep impression on Wang Xiaoliang because she had an exquisite black rose tattooed on the back of her hand.
At first, he only thought the tattoo looked nice and gave it a couple of extra glances.
But the more he watched, the more interesting it became.
In just one week, Wang Xiaoliang saw that black rose holding hands with three different guys as she came in to shop.
On Monday, it was a tall, muscular guy. They bought water, and the guy thoughtfully unscrewed the bottle cap for her.
On Wednesday, it was a guy wearing gold-rimmed glasses. They bought a pile of snacks, and the guy paid by card.
By Friday, it was another guy, dressed in trendy brands with a hip-hop look. They had their arms around each other and bought drinks and snacks.
Even more absurdly, Monday's athlete and Wednesday's guy with glasses were basketball buddies.
They were as close as brothers. Whoever lost a game would voluntarily come to the supermarket to buy the other the most expensive sports drink.
Every time Wang Xiaoliang saw the two of them walk in with their arms around each other, he felt nervous for them.
The world changed fast. Even romantic rivals could be brothers.
There were also two girls who used to come into the store arm in arm every day, practically joined at the