"Ah? It's so expensive. Do you think he's so rich?" Xiang Xi lowered his head and took out his wallet from his pocket, opened it and pulled out three more hundred pieces, "Or it's because I'm so easy to bully?"

Cheng Boyan originally wanted to be like this, not to mention these three hundred, he didn't plan to ask for those eight hundred. He didn't want to have any interaction with this person anymore.

But when his eyes fell on Xiang Xi's wallet... he saw a scratch from a ballpoint pen on the back of his wallet... he immediately wanted to take out his cell phone and call 110.

Uncle police! A thief was caught here!

"The wallet is good," he said, "You are doing a good job in business, doing everything."

Xiang Xi felt that he was usually quite cautious. Compared with the steamed bun, he was simply a mature and meticulous gangster...

I don’t know what happened these two days, but it’s okay if I forget to “renew the cup” when I tell lies, but I even took out my stolen wallet so easily.

Moreover, Cheng Boyan's eyes were good enough, and he didn't even have time to stuff his wallet back after he realized it.

"Oh...oh..." Xiang Xi squatted down with his stomach covering his stomach. He didn't know whether it was because of stomachache or was lamenting that his image fell into the abyss in Cheng Boyan's eyes. Finally, he sighed with a long voice: "Oh--"

Cheng Boyan kept looking at him. After squatting on the ground and not talking, he looked at him for a while. Finally, he took out a card and handed it to the little girl at the cashier: "Swipe the card, make it and call me."

Xiang Xi raised his head and wanted to say that he would give you three hundred yuan. Cheng Boyan squatted in front of him, unzipped the zipper of his down jacket, and stuffed the envelope into his clothes: "Down on both sides, don't come to me again."

Without waiting for Xiang Xi to speak, he stood up and turned and walked out of the store.

When Xiang Xi chased him out, he saw him get into a taxi and disappeared at the end of the road in less than two minutes.

"What are you trying to do?" Xiang Xi tsked and turned back to the store, glanced at the cashier, then he tidied up his clothes, put the envelope back in his inner pocket, and slowly shook it out.

Cheng Boyan looked down on him and was annoyed by him, not wanting to see him again... Of course, he did not intend to find Cheng Boyan again. He could understand this mood, and he felt that he could especially understand the feeling that others could avoid him.

Especially, understandable.

Because he himself is the same.

It’s four thousand yuan!

But Cheng Boyan's words this time still made him feel a little depressed. He was not as good as before. Maybe it was because he hadn't come into contact with "normal people" like this for a long time.

The "normal person" I talked to him last was a short-term tenant at No. 20 Dawali, a photographer in his thirties.

The man has been to many places and taken many photos of places like Zhaojiayao. Xiang Xi has seen Zhaojiayao in his notebook, but it doesn’t look like a place he has lived for almost twenty years.

"You're not taking a picture right, it's not dirty or messy at all," said Xiang Xi.

"Are you only dirty or messy?" said the photographer. "What I see is just another kind of life."

Xiang Xi didn't understand, so he stared at the photo for a long time: "Is my life here too?"

"Ah, there is a part of my life here," he said, "I've been here for a month."

"Taixu poet," Xiang Xi thought for a long time and laughed, "You are just watching the show. You don't know what life here is like. You must know that you definitely don't want to know. Those who have a promising murder and set fire, those who have no promising steal, and those who have no promising open their mouths and can't even shout out."

"You are quite interesting, different from other people," said the photographer with interest. "We will talk more if we have the chance."

But later they didn't have the chance to talk more. On the third day of the conversation, the photographer's money and card were stolen, and there were also boxes containing various life.

So he was forced to leave, and before leaving, he gave Xiang Xi a business card and said he would contact him in the future.

Xiang Xi put his business card in the dilapidated room in Tongkui Hutong.

A few days later, he saw Uncle Ping fiddling with the photographer's camera that was said to be more than 100,000 yuan. Of course, the life inside was gone.

He also sighed for a while, and it was really the life in the eyes of those who watched the show. It was wiped out in a few blinks.

In fact, he also likes to watch plays, mainly because he is idle. In addition to offering sacrifices to Uncle Ping, he has done nothing for the rest of his time, so others look at him, and he also look at others.

For example, Cheng Boyan doesn’t want to see him without Cheng Boyan. He wants to see Cheng Boyan, but others don’t let him see him.

There is no room for reason.

After the winter vacation, Uncle Ping's family left and Xiang Xi returned to No. 17.

It's quite boring, just repeating the boring life.

In the afternoon, he went out for a walk, but he was alone and didn't run away, for fear of meeting a donkey-faced person.

Donkey Face has always had a grudge with Uncle Ping, but no one knows what kind of grudge they have. They probably don’t know. It’s just that you snatch my job and I take up your land. You don’t like me, I think you really deserve to be fucked.

But when people on both sides met, they didn’t just whip them up like this. Xiang Xi felt that there should be something else here, which is the recent one.

Uncle Ping didn't let him know, and Uncle Ping had already started to guard against him.

Xiang Xi frowned and tskated, and he didn't want to know.

When she opened the door of the room, Xiang Xi saw several people sitting in the room. In addition to Uncle Ping and Erpan, there were also several people whom he knew but was not familiar with.

Xiang Xi was a little surprised. These people were not in the same circle as Uncle Ping. Uncle Ping belonged to the gangster circle, and those circles that were about to commit major issues at any time.

He glanced at the people in the room and no one spoke. He turned around and went out again, squatting by the wall and watching the wild cat on the opposite wall tickling in the sun.

"Xiao Zhan," After a while, the door behind him opened, and someone poked his head out and told him, "Go and get some food."

"Who are you calling?" Xiang Xi turned around. He had seen this person once, and Erpan brought him, "Call me?"

The man grabbed the door and smiled: "Why, who else?"

"Go to yours, whoever wants to eat it will do it yourself," Xiang Xi continued to look at the cat with a cigarette in her mouth. Anyone who is not familiar dares to come over to instruct him, "I have no time."

The man couldn't hold back his face and kicked the door and walked out.

"The fourth brother," someone inside called him, "What are you doing? Drink tea!"

"I can't kill you." The man named Lao Si cursed behind Xiang Xi, turned around and returned to the room.

Xiang Xi stood up, stretched his waist, walked out of Dawali, ordered a few fast foods from the fast food restaurant at the intersection, and asked for them to deliver them to No. 17.
Chapter completed!