Xiang Xi didn't mention this steamed bun many times. Boyan knew that he was Xiang Xi's friend. He knew that he wanted to run away but he didn't seem to run away.

He also knew that because of similar experiences, he was walking a completely different path now, so Xiang Xi cared about him very much.

"He can't run fast," Xiang Xi squatted on the side of the road and looked at the cars coming and going, frowned, "I must have been hiding."

In fact, he ran quite fast. Cheng Boyan still remembered that when Xiang Xi took out his wallet, he turned his head and disappeared. However, although he ran first this time, he didn't catch up with Xiang Xi's speed, probably where he was hiding.

"Why have to find him?" Cheng Boyan asked next to him, then looked around and wanted to find a place to buy a bottle of water for Xiang Xi.

"Have I told you?" Xiang Xi smiled, "He took two plates of money, 30,000 yuan, and then ran away. Just a few days before I went to the parking lot to find you."

"Yeah." Cheng Boyan responded.

"Actually, I don't know why I had to find him," Xiang Xi took a breath and exhaled slowly. "I just wanted to know what happened to him, why is this happening? Why didn't I leave? What about the money? Why didn't I leave after taking so much money? He wanted to go home so much..."

"Does the steamed bun have a name?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Yes, Li Zhenjie, he wrote it for me," he turned his head, "Am I a little nervous?"

"It's normal," Cheng Boyan grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it gently, "It's within the range I can understand."

Cheng Boyan accompanied Xiang Xi to stand on the street for a while, bought a bottle of water, and followed the route of the steamed buns to escape, and took several alleys and small streets.

"If he was hiding," Cheng Boyan put his hand on Xiang Xi's shoulder and half-pushed Xiang Xi, who was a little listless, and walked forward. "If he didn't go far, he might have seen you now. Maybe he would have known when you chased him before... Then if he wanted to see you, he would come to you."

In fact, Cheng Boyan didn't want Xiang Xi to have any contact with the steamed bun anymore, and he didn't want him to cause any trouble because of his past experience, but he still didn't drag Xiang Xi away directly.

"Maybe," Xiang Xi sighed softly and smiled again, "I originally thought, what if he really went home and found his parents, and came back to show off to me."

"I'll go back," said Cheng Boyan, "I really might come to show off one day."

"Then I must be sucking him," Xiang Xi laughed twice, "I'm so angry. I know I don't know where to go to find my parents."

Xiang Xi smiled a little reluctantly. He insisted on keeping the tears mole on his face and carefully guarding the pendant that was now locked in his cabinet. Cheng Boyan could feel his desire for home and parents.

"Go to have a meal." Cheng Boyan patted his back.

"Well, go to snack street..." Xiang Xi nodded and was stunned when he looked at him: "Hey, where are those flyers!"

"I threw it away when I was chasing you," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I'll help you get a circle later."

Xiang Xi thought about it and shook his head again: "Forget it, it's too expensive. I want to make more money. I didn't make a penny, and I still spent a lot of money and felt a little reluctant to let it go."

"If you really want to learn something, you won't lose money. That's called investment," said Cheng Boyan. "I'll help you think about it when I go back."

The food on the snack street is not very delicious, but the strength is that the traffic flow is large and the taste is not very good, but there is no need to worry about selling it. Fortunately, Xiangxi has no desire for food, so he can eat enough.

Cheng Boyan had a hard time eating. Although his taste was not as good as that, the way he ate in Snack Street, which did not even rely on plastic bags to hold bowls, made him feel a little painful. He stopped chopsticks after eating a plate of fried rice.

"It's a waste to finish eating." Xiang Xi buried his head in the plate of fried noodles in front of him, and looked up and saw that there was a layer of fried rice on his plate.

"I won't eat it anymore," said Cheng Boyan. "Eating it further feels like eating a plastic bag."

"How can you live so big in this way..." Xiang Xi didn't eat enough and wanted two roasted wings, but now he took his plate over, "I'm not afraid of eating plastic bags."

Cheng Boyan handed him a tissue: "Some more this."

After eating, it was already afternoon. Cheng Boyan had to be on duty in the evening and sent Xiang Xi back to the supermarket and was about to go to the hospital.

"You won't go home? Is it too early to go now?" Xiang Xi asked him, "Isn't it boring?"

"It's too troublesome to go home and go out again," Cheng Boyan said with a smile. "After going to the hospital, there will be a lot of things to do. When you go, you will not be bored."

"That's so tired, your arm is still injured." Xiang Xi hesitated for a moment and pointed to the supermarket: "Do you want to sit there for a while?"

Cheng Boyan looked at him and smiled. When he was about to speak, he suddenly pushed open the car door and jumped out of the car: "Forget it, you go to the hospital."

"Think about that training class again." Cheng Boyan poked his head out of the car window.

"Yeah." Xiang Xi nodded, turned around and walked for two steps and stopped again, ran back to the car, and whispered: "My clothes are still with you, right?"

"Just go and get it if you have time," said Cheng Boyan, "I've washed it all."

"Oh," Xiang Xi replied, "You...wash your underwear?"

"Did I throw it away if I don't wash it?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"I'm really afraid that you'll throw away your clothes at me," Xiang Xi muttered and patted the car door, "Okay, you go to the hospital."

It doesn’t matter if Xiang Xi enrolls the training class. If Xiang Xi is willing to apply, he will apply. If he is unwilling to apply, he will not apply. In Cheng Boyan’s opinion, most of the training classes are in trouble.

However, what he would take time to think about what skills should Xiang Xi learn? It was Xiang Xi's idea of ​​having a better job and making more money.

He has always been worried that Xiang Xi will remain at the current situation. A gangster from Zhaojia Kiln who can't even be serious except cheating. He probably thinks it's good if he has a job like a supermarket, but over time, the boring job and the salary of his life may get rid of Xiang Xi's initial impulse to move forward.

Now Xiang Xi has such an idea, and he feels quite comforting.

Just learn something, you have to think about it carefully.

However, Xiang Xi didn't make any noise for several days. When Cheng Boyan called, he just said he was still thinking.

"I need to think carefully." Xiang Xi said seriously.

Cheng Boyan didn't know how deep he thought, how familiar he had to think about it, and what he had to think about, but he didn't plan to urge him.
Chapter completed!