While talking, Zhang Heng took out his cell phone, clicked on WeChat, and paid off the one yuan for the person in front of him. However, he received no thanks from the other party. All he did was hastily grab the pack of cigarettes, opened the door of the convenience store, and leave.
"What kind of person is that," the cashier lady muttered. She felt that the situation wasn't fair for Zhang Heng. "He was so rude. You shouldn't have paid for him."
"It's alright. It's only one yuan anyway," Zhang Heng said, "We should help each other since this is a small community."
If Zhang Heng remembered correctly, when the man that just left was still a college student, the cashier used to have a crush on him. Whenever he came to the convenience store, the cashier always wanted to buy him some snacks. At the same time, she would try to look for a topic to chat him up. Tragically, their lives were very different, and in the end, their relationship did not work out well.